Marie Watson was found the next morning, unconscious, with a severe concussion to the head. She was still breathing when they found her but was severely close to death When she awoke the police were very inquisitive with their questions but couldn't get much from her.
''Why did you go back in..to the stage?'', asked Inspector Bradled.
''Sorry what was that?'', she held her head in her hands.
''I said why did you return to the festival area?''
''Oh yes. Well I was the last one there and I had to lock up. But, just as I was about to drive away I saw the door swing shut. So I decided to take a harmless peep inside. I was frightened but decided to go in anyway''.
''So did you get a glimpse of the person who went inside?''
''No'', she spluttered.
''Carry on then'', he said and started to doodle quickly on his notepad, still listening to her words.
''So when I went in I saw nobody in the backstage area. Yet someone must have been there because the stage area was completely blocked off. So I looked around and found these papers sitting on a chair. I read them and then......I remember waking up in hospital''.
''Miss Watson I don't want to push hard on you but do you remember the contents of these papers? It may have been nothing but it probabaly was something important. Please do think''.
She shut her eyes and thought back to the evening before lots of things came rushing back. The hoodied figure. The guitar. Everything came back to her. Except the what it had said on the papers she'd found.
''I'm sorry Inspector, I can't remember, it's just blank''.
''Okay, Marie. But can you just tell me one thing. Could you describe this figure?''
''Well it was middle-height but I can't remember the exact weight or anything like that. And I didn't see his face''.
''Thank you very much Miss Watson. But I don't want to shock you but this doesn't rule you out of Harvey James' murder miss, as this attacker could have nothing to do with our murder case.
''Very well, Inspector now if you'd excuse me I'd like to take a very long rest''.
''Very good. We will be back for further questions'', he smiled at her and soon left after giving her a creepy stare pushing his way through the doctors and nurses.
The inspector decided as he drove back to the festival area, where he'd called all the suspects to meet him, that he needed to question everyone before anyone else got a cosh on the head. Marie had been lucky. Others could not.
When he was arrived he chose to talk to Rory Blink, the most likely suspect, first.
''Mr. Blink, may I call you Rory?'', the inspector asked.
''Mr. Blink will do just fine, thank you inspector'', he said smirking, never blinking his eyes.
''Alright then. Please tell me Mr. Blink where were you from around four forty-five to five thirty?That's the time between the deceased went missing and was eventually found''.
''Well for a bit I think I went into my dressing room maybe, I'm not certain. Then I remember being down here backstage and got a coffee with Florence Hart. Then I was standing near the stage when Marie tumbled on spluttering about Harvey'''.
''Thank you. Now I know you were bandmates and all. But, were you close like? You know were you good friends?''
''Good question inspector'', he said sarcasticly. ''Well we used to have a bond before we were signed to Rodeo Records. But after we released are second cd he was a changed man. He was all about clothes and money. He didn't have the soul in him anymore. He didn't write any songs. We weren't writing any songs anymore. It was depressing dude''.
