Octavia grabbed today's newspaper that was dampened in a puddle, Twilight's eyes followed each word of the headline.
Detrot Weekly
MUSIC PRODUCER, GOLD RECORD ATTACKED!
Famous music producer known around the musical industry for catapulting the careers of Octavia Philaharmonica and Vinyl Scratch, was attacked earlier today in his recording studio apartment by an unknown stallion. Paramedics arrived at the apartment, where they found a distraught Octavia crying after she attempted to fend off the attacker before Gold Record was stabbed in the stomach, and lost a large amount of blood from the open wound.
We tried to interview Octavia after the attack, but she was unavailable for comment. We're being told, that Gold Record is in critical condition at Detrot General, and the attacker is still at large.
- Full Scoop, Detrot Weekly
"You need to drive me to the hospital please," Octavia blinked her eyes and hopped into Twilight's car.
"Alright, but we are going to see Private Eye after, okay?" Twilight popped open the door, slammed the car door behind her.
Turning the key in the ignition over to the right, the headlights light their way to Detrot General. Her hoof stepped down on the gas pedal as the wheels of the cars rotated, and the bold smell of burnt rubber wafted in the night air with scorched tire tracks imprinted on the street. Twilight made sure to stop the car every time they saw a red light, abiding by the law was something she understood since being hired as an undercover detective for the Detrot Police Department. She put criminals behind bars not only because it is her passion and job, but it was to clean the filth off the streets.
Octavia and Twilight stepped out of the car, rushed through the sliding doors at the entrance of the hospital and stopped at the front desk, "We need to see Gold Record, which room is he in?"
"Room 302, third door on your right,"
"Thank you. I just hope he is okay!" They rushed down the hallway, made a quick right and stopped at the third door.
"Oh my Celestia," Octavia slowly walked into Gold's hospital room, she stepped closer to the side of his bed.
With each slow breath that Gold took, his warm breath caused a small fog cloud to appear and fade away. Various tubes connected to a heart monitor and IV solution bag on the right side of the bed as Nurse Redheart and Doctor Horse approached the bed. "Gold Record is still recovering, but his injuries may be too severe."
"We understand, can you keep us updated on his condition?"
"Of course, we will be sure to contact you as soon as possible," Nurse Redheart nodded her head before she walked out of the room.
"What we know so far is that the patient suffered internal bleeding from the attack, and his condition may be unknown. So, we will be sure that he gets plenty of rest. Take care," Doctor Horse said, he watched as Octavia and Twilight left the room.
"Let's hope that Gold Record pulls through. For now, I'm going to call Private Eye to send two of his best police officers with some investigators to collect some evidence and take photos." Twilight dialed the phone number, a miniscule trail of magic pressed her phone close to her ear.
"What should I do?"
"You can go hang up wanted posters with an reward included. I'll call you to assist Private Eye's two officers with the case," Twilight walked to the vending machines near the hospital's exit, listening in on the constant ringing of her phone.
Private Eye dunked his cream-filled chocolate donut in a warm mug of coffee, took a huge bite out of the donut. Letting out a relieved humming sound, the vibrating phone on the table quickly got his attention as Private tapped 'speaker' on his phone, and turned the volume up to a medium, acceptable volume on the speaker phone. "Hello?"
"Private, it's Twilight. Got a minute to talk?" Twilight flicked her cigarette in the nearest garbage can, small embers burned away at the remaining garbage that wasn't picked up by garbage trucks.
"Right now, I'm interrogating Masquerade and trying to get him to spill the beans," Private propped both forehooves on his desk, keeping a close eye on Masquerade's devilish grin.
"At least it is good to hear good news today. Did you hear about Golden Record getting attacked?" Twilight saw three colts run past her in pursuit of an alley cat with a pocket knife, sadistic intentions to skin the cat alive.
"Yeah I have, Detrot Weekly won't shut up about it. I was thinking that you and I send Trixie, Roseluck, and Octavia to scope out the crime scene and gather up any evidence they can find," Private crumpled the Detrot Weekly Newspaper, tossing it out in the wastebasket.
"Will do, I'll tell her and you inform the others."
"Okay, she'll be there." Twilight slid her hoof across the phone's slick texture under Private's name.
They both hung up on each other simultaneously, Twilight averted her gaze from Octavia stapling wanted posters and a ten thousand bit reward for any information on the attacker.
Detrot Police Department
We are looking for anypony who has information on the attacker who assaulted Golden Record in his recording studio apartment. Anypony with information on this attacker, will be awarded ten-thousand bits to bringing this pony to justice.
Name: ???
Height: 5'7
Weight: 245 lbs.
Last seen wearing a black baseball cap and a black leather coat, please contact the Detrot Police Department for more information.
"Private Eye and I talked it over, we decided that you will be assigned to this case with Trixie and Roseluck. Scope out the scene, collect any and all evidence that can match anypony's DNA left behind."
"Yes! But, why would a pony leave evidence behind?" Octavia jumped in the air, pausing for a minute to collect her thoughts.
"Criminal scum make mistakes and they don't even realize that they do, until it is too late. First thing tomorrow morning, you will meet up with Trixie and Roseluck at your Golden's studio apartment," Twilight entered the drivers' seat of her black car as Octavia joined her on the opposite side.
"Okay, but what will you do?"
"I'll be going incognito with Private Eye at High Energy tomorrow night," Twilight turned on the radio in the car, listening to a young stallion's angelic voice following the rhythm of trumpets playing in the background.
Detrot, a city of crime,
Detrot, where you can spend candy on a dime,
Detrot, you are running out of time,
Hoodlums and criminals running about,
Cops arresting them so that they can't get out,
Only to fail in shame and disdain,
With little to nothing to gain,
Detrot is a place in hell