"Guys! We have a problem!" Hannah cried as she ran into the room, tablet in hand.

"What's wrong, Hannah?" Andrea asked.

"I just got word that the van transporting Jarvis Donne to prison crashed!" she reports.

"What?!" Amy gasped, "what about the driver, and Jarvis?!"

"Contact hasn't been made yet," Hannah replies, "the crash happened near the edge of the canyon, so it can be good!"

"Looks like congratulations will have to wait. Frank, Amy, go out to the crash site and see what you can discover!" Andrea orders.

"Yes Chief!" the two saluted.

Frank and Amy speed out to the site of the crash involving Jarvis Donne's transport van. When they got there, they found the van rolled onto its side, one of its back doors agape. Surprisingly nothing was on fire but the tires were still slowly spinning around. There were no other vehicles around except for the police car that had been escorting the van to the prison, and they could see an officer behind the wheel. The worst part of all though was that there was a body lying face down on the pavement just a few feet in front of the crashed van.

As the cops drew closer, Amy spotted a slightly faded business card near the body. It was a silver card with a silhouette of a lion's face printed in black on the front side. Picking it up and flipping it over she saw on the backside was most likely someone's contact information, but parts of the information did not print.

While Amy pulls out her cell phone to call Roxie about the body, Frank draws his gun and a flashlight and slowly approaches the back of the van. He kneeled to see into the van, aiming both the flashlight and gun inside. But there was nothing in the back of the van, and that meant one thing.

"Jarvis escaped!" Frank yells over to Amy, "there's no sign of him!"

"Frank," Amy says, getting a closer look at the body on the ground, "I think we have another problem!"

"What else could go wrong?" he inquired, joining her.

"Look," she replied, pointing at the man's head.

"He's been shot!" he cried, seeing the gaping bullet wound on the side of the man's head, "no way that came from the crash, he's been murdered!"

"Do you think Jarvis could have done this?" she wondered.

He checked the man's pockets, "he's still got his gun, and I doubt Jarvis got his hands on one while in cuffs, but we'll have to investigate and see!"

"Does he have ID on him?" she asked.

"Let me check..." Frank reaches into the man's pocket and pulls out an ID badge, "Scottie Riddle, obviously a corrections officer for the prison, he must have been the one transporting Jarvis to prison."

"I found this card near him," Amy shows him the card, "maybe it's a business card for someone who knew him?"

"Well, looks like it's missing some information," he replied, "so if we want a lead, we'll need to recover the missing information."

"Is Scottie dead?!" a deep voice cried.

Amy and Frank turned to the source of the voice and saw a man dressed in a police uniform walking towards them. He was a man of average height with brown hair and green eyes. He looked to be the same age as the victim, and his hands were shaking as he approached.

"He is," Frank confirmed bluntly, "who are you?"

"Kirby Starr," Kirby introduced himself, "I was the officer escorting the van to the prison."

"You're the escort guy?" he frowns, "no offence, but you did a pretty bad job when an officer is dead and the prisoner escaped."

"It's not my fault!" he defended, "I was leading the van down the highway when all of the sudden, my car began to speed up on its own! I tried stopping but none of my breaks would work! It's a miracle I didn't crash myself!"

"So you didn't see anything?" Amy inferred.

Kirby shakes his head, "no when my car began speeding, it went on until I was around the corner and the mountains blocked my view of Scottie's van. By the time I got the car under control and doubled back here, the van was on its side and Scottie was dead!"

"Did anything happen before your car went out of control?" Frank asked.

"Well..." he thought for a moment, "we passed a transport truck at the same time. I didn't catch the license plate, but the logo looked like a green hourglass on a black circle... Obviously, I passed it first and suddenly my car was driving the fastest it could go!"

"So where's this truck now?" the detective inquired.

"No idea," he confessed, "when I came back around the mountains, it was nowhere in sight!"

Amy looks at the long stretch of desert highway, "there's no way it could have driven out of sight that fast, you couldn't have been separated from the van that long..."

"We were separated for less than five minutes," Kirby responds, "but I swear, the truck was gone, the van had crashed and Scottie was dead by the time I got back!"

"Disappearing trucks or not, do us a favour and stay nearby, we may need to ask you more questions," Frank grunts.

Kirby moved to the side of the road and sat on one of the large stones lining the highway. With the officer's questioning done, Amy moved on to examining the card they had found. Grabbing a slip of paper and a pen from the case in the back of the hummer, she starts decrypting the information. After a few minutes of concentrating, she managed to decode the name printed on the card.

"Aslan Sadik," Amy read, "but there's no more information with it!"

"Well then, looks like we have to contact our resident human database: Hannah!" Frank says, pulling out his phone and calling the techie.

"Hannah's Realm of Technology!" Hannah greeted, "what can I do for ya?"

"Hey, Hannah!" Amy replied, "that crash led us to a murder and an escaped prisoner!"

"Woah!" she exclaimed, "talk about an escalation!"

"Tell me about it!" she laughed, "but we found a business card on our crime scene and it only has a name, Aslan Sadik."

"Can you give us more info, kid?" Frank asked.

"Let me check..." Hannah says as clicking can be heard in the background, "here we go! Looks like he's the CEO of some tech company, they must be new 'cause I've never heard of them!"

"Is he in town?" Amy inquires.

"He is! He arrived a few days ago and it looks like he's here on business... And he's staying at the Coyote Hotel," Hannah reported.

"Thanks, Hannah," Frank says ending the call, "well Amy, what do you say we head over there and ask Aslan how our victim ended up with his business card?"

"I'm right behind you!" Amy answered.

Roxie and backup arrived a few minutes later and took over the scene. Once they were sure the scene was under control, Amy and Frank drove out to the Coyote Hotel to ask Aslan about his business card being on the scene. After getting directions to the man's room from the receptionist, they rode the elevator up to the top floor and knocked on Room 350. Moments later, the door opened and who they assumed to be Aslan greeted them from the other side.

The man was tall, about Frank's height plus a few inches and looked to also be a few years older than the detective. His skin was a deep espresso and his medium-length hair framed his face with black locks that had grey streaks mixed in. He was a kind-looking man and his neatly trimmed beard framed a gently smiling face. Aslan was wearing a casual suit consisting of black slacks, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a black vest and a rust-coloured tie.

"Are you Aslan Sadik?" Amy inquires.

"I am," Aslan confirms, "what can I do for you, officers...?"

"Frank and Amy," she supplied, pulling out the business card, "and we were wondering if you could tell us about the man you gave this card to, Scottie Riddle."

"Ah!" he smiled, "I'm looking for someone to become head of security for my company, Galvan Technologies, and Scottie came highly recommended by his superior officers. We meet at the Stargazing Restaurant for dinner to discuss his recruitment. Why?"

"Scottie was killed, we're investigating his murder," Frank answers.

Aslan looked shocked, "he's dead?! This is horrible! We just met, but he seemed like a wonderful man, I hope you catch whoever did this!"

"Don't worry, we always get our killer," he promised, "thanks for your time."

Leaving the hotel room, Amy and Frank returned to their vehicle to regroup.

"So our victim was offered a job at Aslan's company," Amy mused, "do you think that's connected to his murder?"

"Who knows," Frank grunted, starting the engine, "but did you hear Aslan? He and the victim had dinner before he was killed!"

"You're right!" she gasped, "which means we should go to that restaurant and see if someone else saw the victim before his death!"

"Or if his killer also dined there," he argued, putting the hummer in drive.

They followed the GPS directions to the Stargazing Restaurant and had the hostess direct them to where Aslan and Scottie had been sitting. They were shown into a private room at the back away from everything else and were told no one else had been in since the victim's last meal. They thanked the hostess and asked that no one clean the room until they were finished with it.

The Stargazing Restaurant was famous for its view of the night sky and the private room they had been brought to was no exception. The outer walls and ceiling were made of crystal clear glass with the privacy curtains pulled away allowing them to see out into the desert landscape. The only wall not made of glass was the one connecting the room to the rest of the restaurant, and that prevented any worker or other customers from looking in on who was using the room.

The room itself was simple but had a unique elegance to it, with dark wooden floors, black curtains and fairy lights strung up along the walls around the ceiling, it really felt like you were in outer space if you closed the curtains. There was one long table that ran the length of the room with five places set up for dinners. The remains of the dinner were still on the table so it was clear that the busser had not been in yet.

"It looks like more than just Aslan and Scottie were having dinner," Frank remarked, looking at the additional dirty plates, "more members of the tech company?"

"Or other potential candidates," Amy suggested, kneeling to look under the table, "hey, someone tore up this napkin!"

"It's probably trash, just leave it on the table for the busboy to get," he grunts, walking around to the other side of the table.

"Frank!" she scolded, "what would Adalet do with something like this?"

He sighed, "she'd put it back together... Why don't you show me what you've learned from her then, eh smartypants?"

"I will," she promised, "what's do you have there?"

"A pile of dishes," he answered, "think something might be hidden in here?"

"There could be something important in there," she agrees, "you search that while I repair this napkin!"

While Amy went to grab the toolkit from the back of the hummer, Frank began looking through the pile of dirty dishes. Carefully removing each plate, bowl, and utensil from the pile he found a tablet hidden underneath it all. The device was locked, obviously, and the screen was asking for a passcode.

"Adalet show you how to hack a tablet yet?" Frank asks as Amy returns.

Amy nods, "we might not have her tablet, but Hannah copied the hacking program onto the one in our toolkit!"

He holds out the device, "then show me what you got! I'll try to repair that napkin for you."

"Thanks, Frank!" she beamed.

Swapping items, Amy hooks up the locked tablet to their tablet while Frank grabs the tape from the toolkit. It took Amy a few minutes to get the tablet unlocked, but for her first solo time, she considered it a huge victory. Once it was unlocked she disabled the passcode and noted that the wallpaper had the same silhouetted lion like the one on Aslan's business card.

"You got that tablet unlocked?" Frank inquired as he finished taping the napkin back together.

"Yup!" Amy celebrated, "and look, the wallpaper has the same lion as Aslan's business card!"

"So it's either his, or it belongs to another member of his company," he theorized.

"Hannah will be able to find out for sure," she replies, "what about the napkin?"

He holds it up for her to see, "looks like someone didn't like Scottie too much!"

"Is... Is that supposed to be our victim?" she frowned her brows in confusion.

On the napkin was a crudely drawn sketch of two stick figures. One was lying down and had Xs for eyes and what looked like a pool of blood around its head. The other stick figure was standing upright making a victory pose with its arms, what they assumed to be a gun was drawn in one of its hands. An arrow was drawn pointing towards the dead stick figure and a short message was written in accompaniment.

"Scottie, you stabbed me in the back, I'll shot you in the head!" Amy read with a gasp, "the killer must have drawn this!"

"What did I tell you, Amy, our killer came here too!" Frank smirked triumphantly.

"Maybe Russell can give us more information about this drawing," she offered, "let's send it to him!"

"So," Frank turned to face the team of experts, "who wants to go first?"

"Oh! Me!" Roxie yells before anyone else could, "you know, I thought finding out aliens were real was mind-blowing, but our victim took it a little too literally!"

"Roxie, I was trying to forget about the alien thing!" he complained, massaging his temples, "I'm still hoping for mass hallucination..."

"Well this murder certainly isn't a hallucination, the gunshot is what killed him, but I also found some lacerations on his head and face, the killer must have hit him with something to subdue him," she explained, "on top of that, I found some faint traces of whiskey in the wound."

"Whiskey?" he raised an eyebrow, "so someone gets to drink while I'm still suffering sober?!"

"Not just someone, the killer!" she says, "the victim had no traces of alcohol in his system, so we can also rule out drunk driving as the cause of the crash, and since the whiskey was only on him, I think the killer took a shot of liquid courage before loading their gun!"

"So our killer drinks whiskey?" Amy infers, adding it to the profile, "well, they're going to sober up quickly once we catch them!"

"What about that napkin, boy wonder?" Frank asks, referring to the criminal profiler.

"Other than your killer being childish and horrible at drawing?" Russell quipped, "the drawing itself isn't very telling about the killer except for the fact that they feel that the victim seriously betrayed them to the point where they wish to kill Scottie for revenge against whatever betrayal he committed."

"Could you find out anything about the killer?" Amy asked.

"Me? No," he answers, "but I noticed some stains on the napkin; some from before the drawing was made and some after, so I gave it to Yann to analyze..."

"And I determined that they were stains containing pork, cabbage, hoisin, and oyster sauce," Yann takes over, "combining these and some other ingredients, you get Mu shu pork!"

"Which your victim didn't eat," Roxie chimed in.

"And for the stains to have been underneath as well as on top of the drawing, the killer must have been eating Mu shu pork and whipped their fingers with the napkin while making the drawing!" Russell finished.

"So our killer eats Mu shu pork and drinks whiskey, quite the combination!" Frank remarks.

"And now for the finally," Hannah said, "that tablet you found does belong to Aslan's company, but it's not his."

"Whose is it then?" Amy inquired.

"Well, after doing a little bit of digging, I found it belongs to Aslan's personal assistant who get this, married the CEO not long ago," she replies.

"And she's still the man's assistant?" Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, he is," Hannah corrected, "he's name's Heimdall Sadik and from what I found on the tablet, he was keeping track of things like meetings, notes, and other important information. Including information about the victim."

"So Heimdall must have been at the dinner with Aslan and the victim," Amy deduced, "which means we need to talk to him and see if he knows who had it out for our victim!"

"Way ahead of you," the techie smirked, "he's in interrogation now."

Amy and Frank thanked the team for their findings and headed over to interrogation to question Heimdall about meeting the victim.

Heimdall bore a slight resemblance to Yann in that they had the same skin tone and hairstyle, though the man was nine years older and a couple of inches shorter than the forensics expert. His graying black hair was also in dreads but Heimdall's went past his shoulder blades and he also had a short salt and pepper beard wrapped around his jaw. His eyes were also surprising, looking like an ombre mixture of gold, copper, and bronze colours.

The man was dressed in a red waistcoat underneath a black jacket and dark-washed jeans. He had plain silver studs in his ears and matching beads braided into his dreads, though they could see that there were engravings of some kind in the beads.

"You found my tablet!" Heimdall smiles as he sees the device Amy was holding, "I was worried I had lost it!"

"Maybe next time you shouldn't leave it under a pile of dishes," Frank advised, "we take it you were at the dinner involving Aslan and Scottie Riddle?"

"I was, I was taking notes for Aslan," he replies, "we hoped to recruit Scottie as security for a special project in our company, it's horrible to hear he's died."

"Did anything strange happen during dinner? Anyone get angry at Scottie?" he inquired.

"No, but Scottie had to leave early to get back to work," he explained, "so maybe something happened afterwards?"

"Well, thank you for your time, Heimdall," Amy smiles, "we'll let you know if we have any more questions!"

"Alright, so after dealing with a killer who wasn't actually a killer but really a guy who autopsied a body to free an... Alien," Frank sighs, "I still think this is a weird dream! The van transporting Jarvis to prison crashes, he escapes and his driver gets killed."

"So far we've met Kirby, who was escorting the van but didn't see anything due to his car malfunctioning and driving off on its own," Amy continues, "We also discovered that the victim was offered a job as security for a tech company and that he met with at least Aslan and Heimdall before his murder."

"We also know that our killer eats Mu shu pork and drinks whiskey," he concluded, "I just want to say that when we arrest them, I'm commandeering any alcohol they have for myself!"

"Amy, Frank what are you still doing here?!" Andrea demands, stopping in front of the cops' desks.

"Er... Is there somewhere we're supposed to be, Chief?" Amy inquired, nervously.

"Of course there is! The transport truck that passed your victim's van before the crash has been found!" she informed them.

"What?!" Frank cried, "are you serious?!"