Love Lost and Found

“What do you mean, we’re not allowed to enter?” Sergeant Goodie winced as the yelling at the door began again. He had been glad to be the one who was to investigate the scene of the crime, but ever since these blasted actors had shown up, it had been nothing but a nightmare and he found it almost impossible to do his work. Rubbing his temples to ease his beginning headache, he went reluctantly towards the front door.

“You!” an angry voice bellowed at him at once. “Are you the one in charge of this?”
//Great.// Goodie thought sarcastically. //There are even more of them now.// He should have questioned them at once, when they had arrived. //At least there were only three of them back then....// He groaned as he counted again. Now he had to face six of them. He held up his hands apologetically, waiting for silence before he began to speak.
“Please, gentlemen. Calm down. I will explain this to you in time. Please come inside.” He gestured for them to step in and could hardly refrain himself from grinning as the blue-eyed young man looked positively sick as he saw the blood on the carpet.

A few moments later they were all settled in the living room. “So,” Goodie said after a while.
“Who are you?! He sighed with relief as one of them took charge.
“I’m Peter Jackson, the director, and this are Elijah Wood, Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan, Sean Bean and Ian McKellen. They’re friends of Orlando’s and Viggo’s. As am I.”
“Good.” Sergeant Goodie nodded. “And why did you come here? Quiet! Not all at the same time! You!” he addressed the blue-eyed one that had been introduced as Elijah Wood.
“You were here first, why?”
“Dom, Billy and I wanted to visit Vig and Orli. Orli had this car accident a few days back and...”
“A car accident?” Sergeant Goodie interjected confusedly. //What the heck is he talking about? There was no car accident... doesn’t he know?//
“Sergeant,” Peter Jackson interrupted his thoughts “If I may speak to you in private for a few minutes?”
Goodie just nodded as the other actors got left the room, hoping that the day would be over as soon as possible. Preferably before it got any weirder.
“What is this nonsense about a car accident.” He demanded “I don’t know anything about a car accident. Mr Bloom tried to take his life and...”
“Yes, I know.” Peter Jackson interrupted him. “But he didn’t want the others to know that and so we decided to tell them that he had had a car accident and needed some time to recuperate before he returned to work.”
“I see.” Goodie said slowly. “So who else, except for you, knows about Mr Bloom’s attempted suicide?”
“Ian does. As does Viggo. Where is he?”
“It appears that he surprised the burglar and was injured in the process.” Goodie sighed. “he has been taking to hospital.
The doctors say that his condition is stable, though he has not woken yet. Did you or any of the others out there,” he pointed at the closed door over his shoulder “notice anything unusual during the last few days?”
“No.” Peter frowned. “The police were already here when we arrived.”
Sergeant Goodie nodded in acknowledgement. “Okay. If any of you remembers something, call us.”
“We will.” Peter said rising. “D o you wish to interrogate the others, too?”
“no. That’s all for now. But you have to leave at once. Citizens are not allowed at a scene of crime.”
“Good day then, Sergeant.” Peter said finally and left.

“And? What did he say? Where’s Orlando? How’s Viggo?” Sinking back into the pillows of the couch Sergeant Goodie waited for the excited chatter of the actors to vanish, when something captured his gaze. Half-hidden beneath Orlando’s torn shirt lay something. Making sure he was unobserved he quickly got up and took the small item. For a while he just stood there, rolling it around in the palm of his hand, his thoughts racing. If this was really what he thought it was... //No.// he admonished himself, as a long-forgotten case he had worked on some years ago and never managed to solve came to his mind. //This can’t be...// A shiver ran down his back as he remembered the state the last victim had been in afterwards. //Oh my god...// He stood motionless, the late-afternoon sunlight shimmering on the silver cigarette-lighter in his hand, illuminating the words engraved into it: KML.

“No...” Orlando whispered and took another step back from the doctor. “I won’t.” He shook his head and backed up against the wall.
Dr Frank N. Stein sighed. “I understand your reluctance but I really need to examine you. The police need evidence. You know me. You know I won’t hurt you, do you?”
Slowly Orlando nodded and quit his attempts at escaping.
“Good.” Doctor Stein smiled and signalled for Orlando to step closer. Finally the young man obeyed.

He sighed and cuddled into the covers, glad to be finally clean and in bed. He had blocked out most of the examination but it still had seemed to last an eternity. Luckily it was over now and he had been allowed to take a shower afterwards. Now he only had to find out if the police had a clue as to who murdered Viggo. //Viggo...// His heart contracted painfully as he thought of his lost love. But soon the pain was stilled by the dizziness the sleeping-injection Dr Stein had given him caused. After a while he drifted off into unconsciousness, a sad smile on his lips as though he was dreaming of a moment long lost.