Reading the autopsy report. LaBrie wrinkles his nose. His whiskers begin to twitch in agitation.

"Can't accept this," he mumbles under his breath and makes a call back to his mobile office ship nearby.

Shortly after, a large and very efficient toad appears carrying a kit bag which reads "Want to know why they croaked? Just call Croaker."

LaBrie introduces the portly amphibian as Thaddeus Croacker, the master coroner. He hands the current autopsy report over to him. "This doesn't set right with me."

"Let's see if it is," Thaddeus replies. "Body in the basement as usual? I'll head down. Not aged too badly I hope. Nice to meet ya, folks."

He heads off to form his own judgment while LaBrie and Nutsy confer further in preparation to question the suspects.

"Do you think his matter of death was different?" asks Francine.

Nutsy is about to answer when Paddy O'Shamus interrupts, waving a copy of the new intergalactic best-seller, "Fleniken." He proceeds to expound why he believes the report is accurate, and what's more, who must have committed the murder.

A little while later, Paddy shouted, "I've got it!" He was holding a copy of the intergalactic best-seller, Fleniken. "I know exactly how the murder happened! It was one of the Boyles and no, I don't mean boils on the butt! Though if butt boils could do a crime that would be an incredible case. Maybe one of the Boyles has a boil..."

((I am confused here... We just read this right -- nothing to do?)) edit was too fast.... sorry. :/

While Nutsy and LaBrie comb the crime scene for additional clues, Francine relaxes with a cup of coffee in the hotel breakfast nook. The manager's desk is not far off, and she sees a copy of the new best-seller,Fleniken, on it. She asks the desk clerk if she can borrow it while she has her coffee, and receives permission.

The book is a real-crime account of a salesman killed by a freak shot through a gap in the door between two adjoining hotel rooms. Francine does a double take as the description of the manner of death almost exactly matches the reason given in the first autopsy.

"But we examined the gap and the hole was made from the victim's side," she says aloud without realizing she has company.

"Wouldn't matter what side," says Thaddeus Croaker, sitting down opposite her at the table. "Mind if I join you?"

"You're already here," she remarks, but she smiles at him. He emits a soft ribbit and sips his glass of water lily juice.

"Those wounds were inflicted on the victim, but after his death, and from very close range, not from another room. He was also stabbed in the back of the neck post-mortem, but it was an amateur blow and wouldn't have been fatal. No, the actual cause of death was the introduction of a very deadly gas through the vent in his room. Apparently, he liked things cold and had coolers on full force?"

"Yes," Francine agrees. "That's what we were told."

"The vent would have been closed off rather quickly to prevent the spread to other rooms, and also to up the temperature on the body to make the time of death harder to pin down. If anyone knows anything helpful, it would probably be whoever was in the adjoining room. He had to have made some noise struggling to get out of his room, or at least pound on the joining wall. He didn't have much time."

"Those were the Boyle Brothers, Jack, Mack, Nack, and Pack," Francine explains. "They were having a wild drinking night, and evidently they did fire off a gun, but it only hit the ceiling. They were also very drunk."

"Still," says Thaddeus, "I think they're worth interviewing."

"I agree, and so do Nutsy and LaBrie, but they say they're not open to discussion unless Nutsy proves he could be a leprechaun himself, and knows enough of ceilidh songs to join in. They gave him some lyrics from popular 'Ould Sod" songs and says he had to be able to sing back the next lines. Then they'll talk. But Nutsy and LaBrie have just been lost, so they're trying to research the songs. The Boyles didn't give titles."

"Do you have the list?" asks Thaddeus.

Francine nods and hands him a copy from her purse. "There are only seven, but they're hard."

The toad coroner smiles widely, and slips into a brogue which seems very natural. "Ah, darlin'. You're talking to a Tipperary Toad. I can sing along with the best o'the lads."

(OOC: Maybe Thaddeus can, but can you? If you want to question the Boyles and get the needed information, you need to "singalong." Below are seven lyrics from widely known ceilidh songs. Imagine the Boyles are singing them to you, and sing back the next lines to them. For each one you sing correctly, the Boyles will provide information about the night, the suspects, and even more:

You have until April 17th at 11:50 pm Subeta time to smail your answers. (Don't worry about titles. I ahve been singing these since I was little. Yes, I did grow up with a VERY Irish heritage. :D ) GOOD LUCK DETECTIVES!)