New Scotland Yard, Westminster, London
Thursday, the 4th July
6:30 p.m.

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"And that's all I can remember until I woke up and heard Frank yelling 'Brian- he's dead! It's my fault' and well the police was already there as well. I have no idea... I-I was out. Anita didn't deserve that... Do you know what happened to her?"

Detective Lloyd Scott  had to shake his head at the question of the guitarist of Rolling Stones, whose face spoke of emotion. He was truly sadden by the death of his former lover and Lloyd had no doubt that Keith Richards was innocent. His testimony fitted with to the ones of Mr. Watts and Mr. Jagger,  of course he knew it could have been arranged between them, but Lloyd doubted it. No one could come up with such a tale and not stumble at least at some point. No, the three members of the Rolling Stones had told him the truth, he was sure.

As had the nurse, Janet Lawson, only Mr. Thorogod's version of the evening had been slightly different. He had denied of course to admitting that he had killed Brian Jones, though the first thing he had cried out when he had seen the police was "I did it! I killed Brian." His lawyer could naturally always claim it had been linked to stress, but the guy wouldn't get so easy out this time. Brian Jones would finally get some justice and that would mean Lloyd would get some recognition.  

Solving the murder case of somebody famous surely had to be a career boost, if he couldn't solve this case of 6 deaths however Lloyd's joy would probably be short lived.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Richards, but at this point I can't tell you anything or else I could endanger any further investigations. There are still a few things we need to be sure of, before we can confirm anything."

Mr. Richards sighed loudly. "I get it. Was that it? I told you everything I know, so can I finally leave?"

As soon as Lloyd had nodded, the other man got up from his chair and put his coat on. "We might contact you if we find out something new," the detective yelled after the guitarist as he just left without a further word, obviously relieved to get away.

The detective sighed and took a cigarette out of Mr. Richards package which he had left on the table. It was the last one and the Rolling Stone guitarist apparently hadn't bothered with it.

Lloyd didn't smoke much, but this situation deserved one. He might have a lead in Brian Jones murder, that happened 20 years ago, but the events of two days ago still left some unanswered questions, which he hoped Miss Amanda Jones could shed some light on.

Though Lloyd doubted that she could answer him every single one, if she had told the others the truth, she didn't know anything about the whole incident and had just been unlucky to get involved... The detective still didn't want to give his hopes up that she could at least tell him more about the host, because until now they didn't have much... The few papers they had found of him in the house were fake, nor did Cotchford Farm belong to him. The true owner had been away and Mr. Lewis simply had misused this circumstance in his favour. If Lloyd hadn't seen the dead body with his own eyes he would have believed Mr. Lewis to be a ghost, which would have been a far better explanation for the story. 

The younger detective nearly had a very good picture of what had happened on the 3rd June. He only needed to unveil the mystery of the dead host. Due to the storm and the pool, there hardly were any traces left on the body, but that was his least problem. Beside having no one that could confirm the identity of the deceased, there was as well the question of how he had died. 

The body showed no traces of outside influence. No bruises, wounds or anything that could tell them more about the way he had died. According to the coroner the man nearly looked like his death had been a natural course... Lloyd hoped they would find out more after they had finished the autopsy. Until then all he could do was speak to Miss Jones. 

Sighing he threw the cigarette in the ashtray on the table and left the interrogation room

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Miss Jones was pretty and Lloyd could immediately understand why Mick Jagger had tried to flirt with the younger woman though the singer was apparently with Jerry Hall. The detective wouldn't mind to spend a night with her either and was even happier about the fact his partner had left, who would probably have ruined whatever chances he had. It was open secret that he had alcohol problems and was kinda useless, but Lloyd didn't care too much. They were just partners, because he was new, but now that Lloyd had his big chance he would soon be rid of him. 

"Thanks for coming, Miss Jones," he greeted the woman, whose face looked anything, but happy. Mr. Watts, Jagger and Richards had mostly seemed exhausted or annoyed, but Miss Jones had something quite miserable about her. It irked Lloyd somehow, even if he wasn't exactly sure why. The evening had to have been stressful and surely traumatic on the poor girl, so was it really surprising she seemed miserable? Probably not. Though Lloyd's feeling told him it was different from the usual 'witnessed terrible things'... Maybe Miss Jones only was really sensitive and he was starting to get paranoid after a long day. "I just want to ask you a few questions about the events on the night of the third and about Mr. Lewis."

She nodded silently.

"How did Mr. Lewis contact you?"

Miss Jones bid her lip before she answered in a quiet voice. "I'm teaching Swedish to earn some money and anyone interested in a class can reach me through a phone number from the agency I work with... And Mr. Lewis- he called me to ask if I was interested to work as a translator for him. I- I- It was the first time somebody requested something like that and I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't turn him down when I heard what he would pay for the job..."

"So you never actually met him before that night?" Lloyd asked surprised. 

"No... he only contacted me over telephone or send me cheque's per mail.... Even on the date of the dinner I didn't see him, he only spoke to me through the door... I-Of course I found that very odd, but I really needed the money...." 

Lloyd wasn't sure if he should frown or sigh. He could understand her side and she certainly couldn't have known in what the evening would end, but her naivety still surprised him. Hadn't it crossed her mind once that there might be something more behind this evening?

"So the first time you saw him, was when you found the body in his bedroom?"

She nodded. "He was late and so I checked on him. The door was open and when I entered... I saw him laying on the floor... dead."

Now Lloyd was definitely frowning. He doubted Miss Jones had anything to do with the murders, but what she told him made no sense. "How did you know it was Mr. Lewis then? " He inquired. "You told me you had never seen him, but you immediately know who he was?" 

Miss Jones frowned now as well. "Who else could he have been? Beside Rich- Mr. Cage, there were only the guest in the house... at least that's what I thought then."

Lloyd sighed. She had a point, everyone would have suspected it to be Mr. Lewis. Mr. Richards and Mr. Watts had done the same. "But you met and talked to Mr. Cage?"

"Mr. Lewis told me to contact him and to tell him about his part in this dinner, so yes, but that was only a week ago! I-I If I had known right from the start that he wanted to uncover a murder in such a way... I would have denied his request!" She cried out and Lloyd took momentarily pity on the girl. She had just been a pawn in a sick game.

"Mr. Cage was there to scare the guest and get them to confess, right?" he asked rather than let her tell the tale. Lloyd feared if he'd force her to speak too much, she would have a nervous breakdown, which he couldn't use. If what he had heard was true, she had some of the answers he was looking so desperately for.

"Yes..." she nearly sobbed out. "He-he didn't deserve... to die..."

"You didn't see who killed him, because somebody knocked you out from behind?" Miss Jones only nodded and Lloyd did too. "We're nearly finished, Miss Jones. Don't worry. After that you stayed the whole time with Mr. Jagger and Mr. Richards?"

Another nod. 

"Mick was very compassionate..." she added with a little smile.

I bet, Lloyd thought, nearly facepalming. He cleared his throat. "Well I only need to ask you a few questions about what happened after you found Miss Pallenberg's body and we're done. You went to the toilet with Mr. Jagger and Mr. Watts, after Mr. Thorogod had confessed that he had killed Brian Jones, correct?"

"Yes... I wish I hadn't gone. I-I-I don't even understand how she had gotten back... She left immediately after she had arrived!" Miss Jones cried out anew. 

That was another mystery Lloyd still had no answer too. There simply seemed to be no explanation on where Miss Pallenberg had turned up from, but for her it probably would have been better if she had just stayed wherever she had been the rest of the night.... She had hit her head on the bathtub and broken her neck most likely. It had been a quick death at least and it nearly looked like an accident, though Lloyd feared they would never find out if it really had been or not. After all the man who supposedly had been behind everything was dead too...

They had found the body upstairs, next to a crying Miss Jones. The others minus Keith Richard's faces spoke of shook and misunderstanding, until Frank Thorogod exclaimed "Brian- he's dead! It's all my fault"  to the surprise to the police men that had just arrived at the house. They had gotten a call earlier that a murder had taken place at Cotchford Farm by an anonymous person, but couldn't immediately investigate, because of the storm... The phone call was another point on Lloyd's long list of things that made no sense... The telephones lines had been cut, they checked that, so how could they have called? And who had?

Though he doubted it mattered much, they had their suspect and as far as they were aware most fitted together. The testimonies were only a formality. 

"So tell me about Brian Jones..."

Miss Jones looked away. "I can't tell you much... I- We didn't talk much."

"Tell me everything, from the moment you put Mr. Richards on the couch in the living room,"Lloyd told her in a gentler tone.

"I- I still needed to use the toilet and run upstairs..."she mumbled slightly embarrassed. "I should have waited on somebody, but I-I it was urgent and I was only an innocent bystander, so I thought I was perhaps safe... When I exited the bathroom I heard somebody's voice and I had a look..." She took a deep breath. "I-I had no idea who Brian Jones had been when I had accepted the job, but later on I had looked up pictures and this man he just looked like him... Rich had a similar look, but not as much as this guy... I- I don't know it scared me and I couldn't do anything."

Lloyd had seen pictures of the body and though the man had blown his brains out, there still had been enough of his face left to recognise him... and to notice how strong the similarities were. The identity card they had found with him had been a great help as well.

"He noticed me and I don't know suddenly he seemed sad and told me sorry.... I didn't understand and asked him 'why'..." She stated and made another break as if to sort her thoughts or found strength for the next part.

"He told me he was Anna- Miss Wohlin's and Brian Jones' son and that his mother had given him up for adoption just after he had been born... All his life he had wondered why and then he found out who his parents were and wanted revenge, justice or just an explanation... But nothing had worked like he had wanted it too."

"Rich... had been killed by Tom, who had freaked out, because they had thought he was Brian's ghost... He hadn't meant too and wanted to cover it up when he realised what he had done... But Brian confronted him and- Tom Mr. Keylock he saw no other option and killed himself...."She started to sob and Lloyd took her hand gently in his.

"Nothing can happen you here... Please go on," he told her. Miss Jones nodded and gulped her sobs down. 

"Brian-he hadn't meant to hurt me... or Anna or Anita. He had just wanted to talk with his mother, but they fought and he- she fell out the window.... Anita had just been like me at the wrong place at the wrong time... Brian-he hadn't meant for any of this to happen. All he wanted was to find out why his father had died... I told him Mr. Thorogod said it had been an accident... and he smiled sadly at me and said 'Make sure he gets punished this time' and shot himself..."

Miss Jones tears were now freely running down her cheeks as the detective sighed. Six people had died, all to answer one simple question: "Why had Brian Jones died?"

What a waste, the detective thought and squeezed the young woman's hand one more time.

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I know this might be a bit confusing, especially considering this is the last real chapter, but there will be an Epilogue, which hopefully explains whatever strange mess I had in my head when I came up with this story.