Detective Macca

Demo Disarray (Part 1)

I'm exhausted. The lads and I have been through many hard day's nights. We've been working like dogs just to finish the last few tracks on the album. I couldn't wait for my head to hit the pillow so I could fall asleep instantly...

But I wasn't the only one in the house. I was accompanied by a silly girl who wanted attention.

"Martha, daddy is trying to sleep. Do you want to join? You're more than welcome to."

Upon discovering her arrival, I also noticed what she was holding in her mouth: her leash.

"Oh no. Absolutely not. We are not going for a walk right now."

She whimpered, dropping the leash.

"Can't you wait? Look at how late it is, silly girl. I don't want you getting hurt."

She picked up the leash again and ran downstairs. Her eyes shifted to the door.

I sighed. "You have to go now, don't you?"

She nodded.

I shook my head. "Fine, but as soon as you're done, we're going home."

I got ready enough to leave, Martha practically dragging me outside. We had hardly walked past our house, but my eyes were struggling to stay open. All I had on me was her leash and my bag full of stuff for her. Martha should be glad that we share the same trait of getting what we want with our adorable nature. I wouldn't have caved in if it wasn't for it.

Thankfully, Martha finished her business quickly, and I was ready to return, yet the last thing I heard was Martha howling and someone speaking, before I went into a dream...

"Macca...Macca! Wake up!"

"You'wha? John, what are you doing here?" I asked, still half asleep.

"It was pretty dark out last night, and you're lucky I was there to help."

"Why were you there?"

"I needed to ask you something, and you weren't answering your phone, so I was coming to your house and saw you out with Martha, so I was going to talk to you, but you were on the ground, fast asleep. Somebody was kneeling by you and Martha was frantically barking and howling hoping you'd wake up and do something, but it was no use. Whoever this person was stole your backpack. It was so dark and foggy and their black jacket made it impossible to tell who they were. I tried to get you up and check if you were ok. Martha tried to bite me for touching you a few times, but I calmed her down. I got you and Martha back home, and here we are."

"Ta. Oh well, all that was in that backpack was supplies for Martha anyway so-wait..."

"What's wrong?"

"I kept the demos in that backpack!!"

"You don't mean the ones you made and said you'd bring today, do you? I was going to ask about that last night-"

"Yes! Those demos! They're gone now, and it's all my fault..."

"Your fault? You couldn't help it! You were tired!"

I turned on my side, then noticing the immense pain in my head.

"Oh yeah...I'm assuming you hit your head kind of hard on the ground."

I frowned. "I guess I'll be at practice today. Just a little late, is all."

"Don't worry about that. Practice is canceled. It took some persuasion, but Brian agreed to let you rest."

Even with all of the pain I felt at the time, I managed a smile. "Ta, Johnny."

"Do you want me to stay? I'll be glad to help."

"Please do. I need you right now."

"I'll be downstairs, ok? If you need something, just ask."

He walked out of the room, closing the door. I spotted Martha in her bed, beyond thankful to see that she was unharmed.

She placed her left paw on my leg; something she'd often do when she sensed any sadness. A teardrop escaped my eye, half in pain and half in joy for Martha and John's kindness.

I might have been dead right now if it wasn't for them.

I lost myself in my train of thought, but at that very moment, I had a feeling...

"Martha...I have a plan."

Yes, I know, another two part mystery  but once again, I felt like this was enough, so enjoy the true mystery aspect in part two 😉