The Firehills Investigator – Episode 6

I awake in my office and pull myself to the window. London is waking up and already the streets fill with people going about the daily business. I leave the building and head to my car with many unanswered questions. The drive to Lemach Cain’s house allows me to ponder some more. Why would the head of a Record Company be so desperate to find a band? Why are the Firehills trying to hide from him? None of this made any sense.

I arrive at Lemach Cain’s house in the late afternoon and park just far enough away as not to be noticed. The security on the house is light and I manage to sneak onto the grounds with little bother. I go around to the back of the house and see that one of the windows is slightly open. It is not too difficult to climb up and squeeze in.

Within a few moments I find myself wondering the corridors of Cain’s grand house, all the time watching out for any potential video cameras, which might be watching my every move. Eventually I open a door and find myself in a recording studio. In most circumstances this would be unusual, but not for a man who runs a record company. I press one of the buttons on the console and music begins to play. I recognise it as a song from the Firehills. This fills me with hope. Were they recently here! Have I finally found them! I look around but can see no recent activity of any band being in the studio. An envelope lies on the mixing console and I open it to find photos of The Firehills. On closer examination I realise the photos have not been taken at the studio. Perhaps the recording of the song was done elsewhere and only mixed here. Damn! Another dead end!

I look up to see a door leading off from the studio into another room. This must be Lemach Cain’s personal office. I cautiously enter the room and search for anything that maybe useful. One of the desk drawers contains an I.D. card. I sit down on a nearby couch to inspect it further. On it is written the name Albert Haynes CEO of Leviathan Records. At last a bit of good luck. I can use this card to gain access to the Record Company’s offices at the Shard. I poor myself a drink from the whiskey bottle on the desk and toast my success.

I begin to leave and notice a photograph of a woman on the desk. I look at it more closely but notice my vision is beginning to blur. A pounding head ache bangs in my skull and I can feel myself falling to the floor. What was in that drink? I land with a thump and black out.