"Hey there Adalet I heard you just got back from the circus. Are you some kind of clown or something?" Frank inquired, leaning against his partner's desk.

"If anything I'd be a magician!" Adalet boasted, "I can make anything disappear into a hat!"

"Adalet was off doing real police work and solving a murder... Shame I can't say the same thing about you!" Andrea chimed in with her complaint.

"You don't think I'm working hard enough, Andrea?" Frank chuckled, "let me prove you wrong. Come with me, Adalet!"

"And where do you think you're going?" the Chief inquired as the detective headed for the exit.

"Off to fight crime and find killers of course!" he replies, not slowing down as Adalet jogged to catch up with him.

"I'm having trouble trusting you, Frank... But fine. You can take the reins," Andrea relented, "only because I know Adalet will keep you in check!"

"See, Adalet? I told you we'd go find killers... killer drink deals, I mean!" Frank laughed as he headed towards the bar of the strip club, "this joint has buy one, get one free drinks until 2 am!"

Adalet cocked an eyebrow, "so that fact that it's also a strip club did not affect your decision?"

"Wait, what? It's a strip club? I didn't know, honest!" he insisted, humming innocently, "I just saw the sign for drink specials! Maybe we should get out of here... as soon as I take advantage of the discount. If you're not keen on a drink, go ahead and search for anything illegal we can report to Andrea!"

While Frank went to "investigate" the bar, Adalet and Hunter approached the main stage of the strip club. The stage was set up for a performance involving what looked to be a giant martini glass, but the Captain was pretty sure no one served a martini using blood as a dye, nor with a dead body skewered through the toothpick after the olive.

"Well Hunt, looks like we have another murder on our hands," Adalet eyes up the scantily clad woman in the martini glass, "can you sniff out some clues while I message Roxie?"

"Arf!" Hunter barked before sniffing around the stage.

While the canine was searching for clues, Adalet sent a quick text to Roxie to come to pick up the body before going to remove it from the glass. After she carefully pulls the body out of the glass she lays it down on the stage to dry off. As she finished Hunter came back carrying a clue in her mouth; a silk pink robe which she placed down beside the body before walking over to a column and barking up at the karaoke machine mounted on it.

"Frank!" Adalet yells over to the bar, "I got something for the Chief!"

Frank appeared without having gotten a drink, "whoa! Murder at a strip club! There was a dead stripper in that giant martini glass!"

"She was stabbed to death with this giant toothpick!" she points to the wooden stick stuck into the body's abdomen.

"How horrible! Better send that body straight to Roxie," he says knowing she had probably already called the coroner.

"No ID found on her, though I guess strippers don't wear... much," she quipped.

"Maybe this robe belonged to her? Can you retrieve the faded writing on the back?" he inquires, flipping the robe around, "and a karaoke machine? In a strip club? Why would anybody want to come here to sing?"

"Well Hunter thinks this machine might be helpful for the case," she replied, walking over to it.

"You'll have to unlock it, then!"

Adalet examined the screen of the karaoke machine and noticed it was requesting a restart code. She found a port to connect it to her tablet and had her hacking program analyze the system and find the correct code. She unhooked her tablet from the machine when the screen changed to showcase the start menu featuring a red martini on a rainbow background.

"Aren't you clever, unlocking the code on that karaoke machine so quickly, Adalet," Frank smirked.

"It's a good thing I did, check it out," Adalet points at the screen, "the red martini on the machine's screen looks just like the one the victim was murdered in!"

"This karaoke machine might tell us more about the killer!" he reasoned, "send it off to Hannah, Adalet!"

"Unscrew it for me, please?" she asked, grabbing a screwdriver from her case.

Frank wordlessly took the screwdriver and began unscrewing the karaoke machine from the wall. While he did that Adalet dusted the back of the pink robe. The powder clung to the still slightly sticky areas surrounded by gold beads and the name printed on the back could now be read again.

"One karaoke machine ready for transport!" Frank declared, setting it down beside Adalet.

"Thanks, Frank!" Adalet smiles, "and I recovered the name on this robe, Jezebel Lopez."

"Maybe it's the victim's name..." he pondered, picking up the robe for a better look.

"Get your hands off my robe, you pervert!" a woman clad in purple lingerie orders, snatching the robe out of Frank's hands.

"Hey, I'm no pervert!" Frank denies, "Capt. Adalet just picked up your robe on a crime scene! And if you're Jezebel Lopez, then who's the dead stripper?!"

"Dead stripper?" Jezabel echoed, not seeing the body Adalet stood in front of, "better not be Stacy Lovely, the little blond with that red streak in her hair... she hasn't shown up since last night!"

"You knew the victim?" Adalet inferred, "Miss, we'll need to ask you some questions. You should take a seat."

"This ain't cool, Capt. Adalet. Stacy's dead? I worked with her yesterday!" she sighs, sitting on the arm of one of the club's plush couches, "I'm an old-timer here, been working the poles for two decades! It ain't easy, being constantly ogled at, but a girl's gotta eat, don't she? Though it still breaks my heart when a young girl comes to earn a buck. Stacy didn't need this. With her looks, she coulda been a star in Ivywood!"

"Did she want to leave?" she inquired.

"Stacy wanted to dance, like in them Broadway shows, so I said she should go before she got stuck here like me. But the girl needed cash, and men are always willing to pay for a show. Last night, she even went back to the Mennagio hotel with some guy for an extra buck!" Jezabel shook her head in disappointment, "it always ends in tragedy, this business. We gotta do the best we can to survive!"

"Thank you for the information, Jezebel," Adalet smiles in thanks, sending the stripper on her way.

"Seems like women have a tough life in Paradise City..." Frank remarked as they heard Roxie's van pull up in front of the club.

"A sad truth..." Adalet sighed, "Jezebel mentioned that Stacy went back with some guy to the Mennagio hotel. Maybe there are clues in the hotel room, let's have a look at it!"

Once Roxie had taken over the scene, Adalet and Frank drove down the strip to the Mennagio hotel that Jezabel had mentioned. After finding out the number for the room Stacy and the mystery man had used last night, they got an access card and rode the elevator up to the top floor.

Entering the penthouse suite they began looking around the trashed room for anything useful to their investigation. Adalet found an ice bucket still filled with ice and some bottles, and Frank noticed the hotel safe set into a shelf by the doors to the balcony.

"What a fancy hotel room! Whoever came here with the victim sure had some dough!" Frank remarks as he admires the luxury room, "what's you find, Adalet? An ice bucket? You're trying to drink on the job, I see!"

Adalet rolled her eyes, "one Earth alcohol does nothing to me, two I don't think there's any left in here, and three, I'm looking for clues!"

"Oh, you think a clue might be inside... Sorry, I was just trying to have a little fun!" he chuckled sheepishly before pointing to the safe, "this hotel safe might contain a clue about who was in this room. You're better at cracking codes than me, so go ahead!"

Since there were no cameras in the hotel room, for legal reasons, Adalet gave a sharp whistle and Loki slithered off her neck, down her arm and dropped to the floor. They skipped over to the safe and used Frank as a tree to reach the safe to connect and hack it.

"This will never not be weird..." Frank muttered, watching the alien work.

Adalet laughed as she turned to the ice bucket. She rolled up her sleeve and began fishing through the ice bucket and found something stuck to one of the empty beer bottles. She pulled it out of the bucket and saw that it was a white glove.

"You pulled out a glove from that ice bucket? What about unopened bottles of booze?" Frank inquired, holding Loki as they finished their work.

"All opened and empty," Adalet answered, setting the bucket aside.

He grumbled, "anyway, why was that glove hidden away? Better get it over to Yann, Adalet!"

"My thoughts exactly!" she says, placing the glove into a bag, "what's inside the safe, Frank?"

Frank reached inside and grabbed a small card, "a business card?"

"The victim was in this hotel room with some guy..." Adalet recalled, "it must be his card!"

"But what's the point of a business card with no name?" he grunted, walking over to show her the nameless card, "let's hope you can find that guy's face in our database!"

Adalet took the card and Loki back from Frank and grabbed her tablet as her pet retook their place around her neck. She scanned the man's image and ran it through the database for a match. Since it was a half shot of the man she needed to match most of his features, but after a couple of minutes, she found the man's name and business information.

"Pretty good work, Adalet," Frank praised, looking over her shoulder, "you matched the face on the business card to someone named Spencer Dickson."

"Did he bring the victim to that hotel room?" Adalet wondered,

He shrugged, "we'd better go talk to this schmuck!"

They didn't even need to leave the hotel to talk to Spencer Dickens. After checking with the receptionist about if he had rented the penthouse suite last them, Adalet and Frank were informed that Spencer had and that he was currently staying in another room in the hotel. After getting the businessman's room number they rode up to his floor and Frank banged on the door. Spencer answered it in a hangover state, blinking groggily at the cops.

"Spencer Dickson, tell us about Stacy Lovely, and fast," Frank adds, leaning against the door frame, "or you'll be in a lot of trouble."

"Whoa, slow down, please," Spencer begged, massaging his temples, "I'm still pretty hungover from last night."

"That's no excuse, and I would know," he smirked, "now tell us: did you bring Stacy here last night?"

"Is she the stripper?" he questioned, "I was so drunk I don't remember her name. With the red streak in her hair? Maybe I did... girls always want to come with me."

"Then were you involved in her murder?" Adalet asked, "she was found dead at the strip club and that hotel room was one of the last pieces she visited."

"What?! Murdered? Hold on, I vaguely remember meeting her and us coming back together, but I was hammered! I blacked out and woke up all alone!" Spencer insisted, both cops gave him matching unimpressed looks "come on! We're in Paradise City! Whatever happens here stays here... whether you're sober enough to remember or not!"

"Would you like your victim on the rocks, or on the autopsy table?" Roxie inquired in a posh tone, "either way, she certainly makes for a killer cocktail!"

"Drinks are nothing to joke about, Roxie, and neither is murder!" Frank added as his teammates gave him incredulous looks.

"Guess not. The victim looks awfully familiar. I went out last night in Paradise City and got a little... tipsy. Maybe I'll remember when I'm less hungover," she offered.

"Maybe you should stop frequenting the strip clubs, Roxie. I didn't know you were into that," Hannah comments.

"No, it definitely wasn't at the club... it'll come back to me. Anyway, the victim was impaled to death by this rod-shaped like a martini stick," Roxie holds up the supersized, fake martini stick, "this giant stick was probably a prop she used when dancing in that cocktail glass. Who knew it'd be used as a murder weapon!"

"Any leads on who the killer could be?" Adalet inquired.

"I searched the victim's wound and found traces of champagne. There was no alcohol inside the victim's mouth or stomach, so the booze wasn't hers," she answers.

"So our killer likes to pop open champagne?" Frank deduced, "well, they can't pop off someone and get away with it, not while we're on the case!"

"So Hannah, did you invite Heather for a surprise karaoke date?" Adalet asks the tech expert.

"Haha, no," Hannah laughed, "but great instincts, Adalet, bringing me this karaoke machine from the crime scene. I checked the machine's logs. I compared when the last song was played with Roxie's report of the victim's time of death. The machine was used immediately AFTER the murder! Meaning your killer sang a tune after killing her!"

"What? A killer who sang karaoke just after murdering someone? That's chilling!" Frank shivered.

"One last thing: if you look closely," she zoomed in on the picture of the karaoke machine, "one of the karaoke microphones is missing. The killer must have taken it when running from the crime scene!"

"They can run, but they can't hide! Enjoy singing your last karaoke tunes, killer, because Adalet will find you!" Frank proclaimed to the ceiling.

"If you're finished yelling at the ceiling, Frank," Yann spoke up, "I pulled some DNA from the glove you brought me, Adalet. I figured it belonged to a hotel employee, considering you found it in a hotel room."

"Makes sense," Adalet agreed.

"I asked the Mennagio hotel for their employee records and got the names of the bellboys who wear the same gloves," he continued, handing her a file, "the DNA matched a certain Jeremy Bowman, who's in charge of all rooms on the floor you searched. This is his glove!"

"Wow, Yann, I must say... you went above and beyond with that investigative work," Frank praised, peering over Adalet's shoulder to read the file.

"Thanks, Frank, it's called helping Adalet out... you should try it once!" Yann smiles innocently.

"Ha! Burn!" Roxie cackled, high-fiving Yann.

Frank scrolled, "come on, Adalet, let's see this Jeremy fellow before Yann makes me look bad again!"

"You say it like it's hard!" Hannah called after the detective.

"The disrespect I have to put up with! And y'all wonder why I drink!"

Returning to the hotel they tracked down Jeremy loading a luggage trolley in front of the entrance. He paused his work when he saw them approaching and Adalet pulled out the bag containing the glove.

"Jeremy Bowman," Adalet greeted, "your glove was in a room visited by a murder victim, Stacy Lovely, last night. Can you tell us anything about her?"

"Stacy Lovely? There's plenty to say, though I hate to speak ill of the dead!" Jeremy replies.

"Just tell us what you know, kid," Frank ordered.

"Stacy came to the hotel practically every night with rich, drunk guys, making them order everything off the room service menu. She always left the room trashed! And nobody ever left a tip!" he ranted, "I hate to say it, but... she should have had more respect for the hotel staff, those men, and frankly, herself. Guess her reckless lifestyle finally came to an end... A pity, though it's one less mess I have to clean up."

"At first, I was excited by all the glam and booze here in Paradise City, Adalet, but dealing with the murders of young women? Not the party I was hoping for," Frank sighed sadly, "who killed Stacy? Was it that bellboy Jeremy Bowman, who was sick of cleaning up after she trashed hotel rooms? Or maybe that scoundrel Spencer Dickson. He barely knew her name and yet he invited her up to his room!"

"That's not all Stacy did last night!" Roxie announced as she joined the two, "Adalet, y'know how I said the victim looked familiar?"

"Of course," Adalet answers, "I take it, you remember why?"

She nodded. "I was stumbling along the street when I passed a wedding chapel. I was thinking how silly getting married in Paradise City was, and then... I saw her! The victim, in a white dress and veil... Adalet, your victim got married last night!"

"What?! Are you sure?!" she questioned.

"She was coming out of the chapel in a white dress and veil," she confirmed.

"What? So our victim worked at the strip club AND got married last night? Seems like one busy evening!" Frank remarked.

"Who did she marry?" Adalet wondered, "and how did she end up murdered back at the strip club?"

"Guess we'd better investigate the chapel, Adalet," he replies, smirking, "I see you're ready to find some more clues!"

After getting the address for the wedding chapel from Roxie, Adalet and Frank drove out there to find out who Stacy had married and what happened afterwards. The chapel had a gazebo outside decorated with fake flowers, hearts, and tulle with rows of chairs set up in front of it for guests to sit in. Looking around the venue they found a box full of wedding clothes for impromptu brides and grooms to wear, a faded postcard addressed to the victim, and lastly, the ever-famous torn pieces of cardboard.

"These torn pieces you found at the wedding chapel would be more useful if one of us put them together... Go ahead, Adalet!" Frank smirked, grabbing the postcard, "now here's a real clue: this postcard has the victim's name on it!"

"Why thank you, I thought so," Adalet replies, picking through the box of wedding clothes.

"If you want a high-five from me, retrieve the faded message on the postcard!" he smirked, "and a box of wedding clothes? You'd better be digging a clue out of there rather than playing dress-up, Adalet!"

"I've already had my day to wear white," she countered, pulling a microphone out of the box, "but this certainly isn't an accessory I've ever seen someone have on their wedding day!"

"You found a karaoke mic inside that box of wedding clothes, Adalet?" Frank chuckled, "if you want me to sing, I need a few drinks in me first!"

"I don't think that's going to happen since it was ripped from its machine," Adalet says, showing him the frayed end of the cord, "and where have we seen a karaoke machine with a missing mic?"

"Wait, that's a good point! The karaoke machine at the strip club was missing a microphone because the killer ran away with it!" he recalled, "if this is the mic from the strip club, then it must have been brought here by the killer! Adalet, better get it off to the lab, pronto!"

Putting the mic inside her case, Adalet grabs some tape and pieced together the pieces of cardboard. After taping the last pieces back together, she flipped the cutout around and saw that there was a man dressed in a sparkly white outfit, a black pompadour, sunglasses, and holding a bible printed on the cardboard.

"Sweet! You restored a cardboard cutout that looks like a famous rock and roll singer! Maybe we can go see a concert, Adalet," Frank suggested.

"Do people really dress like this here?" Adalet inquired, grabbing the postcard.

"Tons of people dress like this in Paradise City," he answered with a shrug, "but why is this guy holding a bible? Do you think he's involved in the chapel where the victim got married?"