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Nicholas (Nick) Dagger is the host of BBCL's nightly show 'Crossfire'. For two hours straight the man would talk about anything and everything that came to mind. The middle-aged man carried his trademarked slicked back silver hair. Piercing blue eyes. A smokey voice that made anything he read sound interesting.
He had been with the BBCL for five years. In that time he had generated a power to rival that of a crime boss. A yearly salary over $5 million. This was supplemented by his official website selling merchandise ranging from autographed photos to custom videos where he would thank you in a special way.
The man also claimed that politicians would come to HIM for advise on matters. What made him such an expert on politics is unknown to me. That wasn't my job. It was to find the truth.
What truth?
Mr. Dagger was many things. Tall, dark, handsome, charismatic, What the public doesn't know about is, what he does during the night. The host has been accused many times of hiring prostitutes and paying them hush money or threatening them with violence if they spoke out. None of the accusations thus far have gone beyond finger pointing. It didn't dampen his career. If anything, it only heightened it. For some reason the idea of a guy with so many women made him more appealing to the masses.
That is until the night of September 17.
At the luxury hotel the Silverton, the body of a woman was found in the room rented to Mr. Dagger. The woman, young and pretty, named Jill Valentine, a university senior at nearby Brown. What neither her roommates or her family knew was the law enforcement hopeful was a call girl. The body was found by a maid that morning.
Naturally Mr. Dagger was a suspect. However the man had an alibi. He was out drinking all night with his buddies at a strip joint. This was cobberated by security camera footage of him leaving his room just before 11PM the night prior. Near midnight, Ms. Valentine appeared bandishing a keycard. She entered the room and closed the door. Never left. Problem was, neither did anyone else. There were no ledges at the 20th floor windows. So no one could Spiderman their way in.
The evidence gathered at the crime scene was pretty damning. In her purse Valentine had Mr. Dagger's number and hotel room number. Her cellphone was missing. Dagger was the only other person to be in that room. The Press grilled the man that it drove him to tears. He was taken off his show pending the outcome of the investigation.
That's where I step in.
My name is Rick Atack. Private detective.
Fearing what the court of public opinion, and the slow progress of the official investigation, Mr. Dagger was now sitting in my small office. A blubbering mess the guy looked a lot different than on TV. Guess it was all the makeup. Now he had bags under his eyes, wrinkles around his mouth. Slouched with his hands over his face to conceal his red eyes the guy tried to speak.
"I swear to you, Detective Atack, I did not murder Jill!" the man cried.
It wasn't my place to determine his guilt or innocence. That's for the court. My job was to gather evidence. "Okay. Mr. Dagger, if I'm going to take this case then I will need you to be honest and forthcoming as possible. No half-truths" I said leering at him across my cluttered desk.
"It started about six weeks ago. The boys and I left the station and headed across the city for Tonight's Delight," Mr. Dagger said. He had taken a long breath and let it out before straightening his back.
He had been with the BBCL for five years. In that time he had generated a power to rival that of a crime boss. A yearly salary over $5 million. This was supplemented by his official website selling merchandise ranging from autographed photos to custom videos where he would thank you in a special way.
The man also claimed that politicians would come to HIM for advise on matters. What made him such an expert on politics is unknown to me. That wasn't my job. It was to find the truth.
What truth?
Mr. Dagger was many things. Tall, dark, handsome, charismatic, What the public doesn't know about is, what he does during the night. The host has been accused many times of hiring prostitutes and paying them hush money or threatening them with violence if they spoke out. None of the accusations thus far have gone beyond finger pointing. It didn't dampen his career. If anything, it only heightened it. For some reason the idea of a guy with so many women made him more appealing to the masses.
That is until the night of September 17.
At the luxury hotel the Silverton, the body of a woman was found in the room rented to Mr. Dagger. The woman, young and pretty, named Jill Valentine, a university senior at nearby Brown. What neither her roommates or her family knew was the law enforcement hopeful was a call girl. The body was found by a maid that morning.
Naturally Mr. Dagger was a suspect. However the man had an alibi. He was out drinking all night with his buddies at a strip joint. This was cobberated by security camera footage of him leaving his room just before 11PM the night prior. Near midnight, Ms. Valentine appeared bandishing a keycard. She entered the room and closed the door. Never left. Problem was, neither did anyone else. There were no ledges at the 20th floor windows. So no one could Spiderman their way in.
The evidence gathered at the crime scene was pretty damning. In her purse Valentine had Mr. Dagger's number and hotel room number. Her cellphone was missing. Dagger was the only other person to be in that room. The Press grilled the man that it drove him to tears. He was taken off his show pending the outcome of the investigation.
That's where I step in.
My name is Rick Atack. Private detective.
Fearing what the court of public opinion, and the slow progress of the official investigation, Mr. Dagger was now sitting in my small office. A blubbering mess the guy looked a lot different than on TV. Guess it was all the makeup. Now he had bags under his eyes, wrinkles around his mouth. Slouched with his hands over his face to conceal his red eyes the guy tried to speak.
"I swear to you, Detective Atack, I did not murder Jill!" the man cried.
It wasn't my place to determine his guilt or innocence. That's for the court. My job was to gather evidence. "Okay. Mr. Dagger, if I'm going to take this case then I will need you to be honest and forthcoming as possible. No half-truths" I said leering at him across my cluttered desk.
"It started about six weeks ago. The boys and I left the station and headed across the city for Tonight's Delight," Mr. Dagger said. He had taken a long breath and let it out before straightening his back.
