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Finding Elvis

(c) 2006 by Wine Maker

Email any comments to: wine_maker@eknifeshop.com with Finding Elvis in
the subject.

NOTE: This book is a sequel to The Lady in Blue here so go check it
out, too.


Chapter One: A Rude Awakening

I didn't like having no idea how I had gotten someplace, but that's
how I woke up in a Vegas shower. My name is Shauna Hawkins, or as I
preferred, Hawk, and I'm a Lieutenant in the Homicide division of the
Houston Police Department in Texas. Not that I was in Houston, or in
uniform, mind you.

I remembered coming to Vegas last week. The place was all it was
cracked up to be and less. A real contrast between high class and low.
Anything you wanted, you could get, and it showed. Bright, fast and
decadent. I loved it all, and did it all, without doing anything
illegal.

We - Ted Stansbury, Lisa Davis and me - hit all the big casinos and
the strip. Party goers having a good time thronged the streets. We kept
a fairly low profile for a couple of days so that Ted could get back up
to speed. He had been pretty banged up in a mess down in Houston last
week. Then we decided to have a big night out on the town and see what
we could find to do while getting totally trashed and without getting
arrested.

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea I'd ever had. At least, that was my
thought as I woke up in the shower. I felt like I had been run over by
a truck and the bathroom reeked of worship to the porcelain god.
Actually, I smelled that way, too. I groaned and pulled myself to my
feet slowly. I was mostly dressed but my shoes and underwear were
missing. My dress was messy, but intact. Why I was there was anyone's
guess, but since I was I might as well wash the remnants of last
night's wild partying off myself.

I stripped slowly and carefully, holding onto the wall to keep the room
from spinning. Turning on the water, I soaked my pounding head and
scrubbed the worst of the stench off of me. I thought I had learned
this lesson in college. Hangovers should be avoided at all costs. I had
only the very vaguest of memories of last night. Lots of drinking,
walking (staggering really) up and down streets. Various clubs, cabs
and throbbing music. And... I rubbed my head. And Lisa in a white
dress.

I stood bolt upright in the shower. A wedding dress! Still soapy, I
turned off the water and slid into a robe before going out into the
main room. One of the two beds was still made and the other was torn
all to hell. Arms and legs still protruded from the sheets. A woman's
hand was on top and there was a gold ring on her wedding finger. Shit.

"Lisa, Ted. Wake up." I called out in a voice that made my own head
throb. Groans came from under the covers. I grabbed the duvet and
flipped it back. Ted and Lisa were both partially naked and tangled
together. She lay on top of him, her long blonde hair spread over his
muscular torso. Ted had a ring on his finger, too. Double shit.

"Wake up." I shook them and they groaned. "I'm not kidding.
Wake up." Nada. I
pulled a mostly empty bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and set
it down. Then I dumped the ice water on them. That did the trick. With
screams, yells, and creative curses, both scrambled out of bed.

"What the hell was that about, Hawk?" Lisa moaned, grabbing her
head. Ted didn't even try to speak, he just held his head as though
it would fall off.

"Look at your hands. Both of you."

Lisa looked at her hands and focused in on the ring with a look of
confusion. "Where the hell did that come from?" Ted didn't seem
to grasp the meaning of the ring either.

"I don't know, but I have a vague memory of you in a wedding
dress," I said. "Did we visit one of those speedy chapels?"

Lisa blinked at me owlishly as I reached into the bed and picked up a
used condom, with the end split, and tossed it into the trash. "I
don't think so," she said. "I don't really remember much after
we started clubbing. God, my head's pounding. I've never had so
much to drink."

"Ted? How about you tell us what happened last night?" I asked.

He pulled himself together, though he was still staring at the ring.
"I don't remember either." He looked at Lisa. "Did we get
married?"

Lisa picked up a towel and scrubbed her face. "I dunno, but I think
the real question is *who* got married?" Ted and I looked at her in
confusion until she grabbed my hand and put it in front of my face.

I stared at the same style gold ring as they wore, snuggled onto my own
ring finger. Triple shit!

"Hold it," Ted said. "Let's not get carried away, okay?" He
scrubbed his face with his hands. "I need to shower, then I need to
eat. Then we can figure out what we did last night. Care to join me,
Lisa?"

Lisa waved him on. "Go ahead. I need to sit down and think. I'll
shower in a few minutes." She dropped onto the edge of the bed.

I sat down beside her and put my hand on her knee. "Lisa, this
doesn't mean anything. I don't care if this *is* Vegas, you can't
get married if you're drunk off your ass."

She looked up at me, her face a mask of uncertainty. "But, Hawk, I
can see myself marrying Ted. I know it hasn't been so long since I
met him, but I feel like I've known him forever. Even if I was drunk
when it happened." She looked down at my hand. "But what about you?
I know you like Ted, but I can't see you marrying him. Not enough
estrogen."

I laughed and instantly regretted it as my head began throbbing again.
"Ohhh, geeze. Yeah, I'm afraid as much as I like him, or you for
that matter, it wouldn't happen. You're too in love with each other
and I'm not that into men, even if it is fun with Ted. In my heart, I
know that if I ever fall in love, it will be a woman. I just don't
have the same kind of emotional connection with men."

Lisa looked relieved, though she tried to hide it. She didn't want or
need someone else mucking up her relationship with Ted, and I had no
intention of doing that to them.

"Don't stress, Kid. If it happened, I'll have it annulled faster
than the Houston Texans can lose a football game," I said with a
grin. I stood up and began gathering my remaining clothes. I found my
shoes and underwear beside the bed and got them all together. The shoes
went into the closet, the clothes into a trash bag for washing. I stood
for a moment, looking at myself in the mirror. Long black hair, a body
that was slim and muscular to the point of being more girlish than
womanly. I wish I had bigger tits, but where would I put them when I
wasn't using them?

Lisa padded into the bathroom to clean up with Ted, and to talk
privately about the situation. That was okay. I was a guest in their
relationship and they had every right to be worried about this.

I had best start getting to the bottom of this. We had been toasted
last night, so there would no doubt be a wealth of clues around to help
us sort out where we had been. God knows, I'd investigated enough
crimes to know just how much of a trail drunks leave behind, no matter
how clever they think they are. And we hadn't been trying to hide
anything, I'm sure.

Searching around the room for a few minutes turned up several items of
interest. A memory stick for a computer (of which we had none), a
matchbook for a club by the name of Memory Lane, and a receipt from
Zales for three wedding bands. I whistled at the cost and the fact that
the purchase had taken place at two in the morning. An all-night Zales?
Only in Vegas.

I set the evidence on the dresser and took a few minutes to ring up
room service.

"Front desk," a young sounding man said.

"Hi, this is room 236. Do you folks have a morning after kit?" I
asked.

I could hear a whisper of humor in his response. "As in a hangover
remedy? As a matter of fact, we do. Water, aspirin and vitamin C.
I'll have some brought up, if you like. Breakfast, too? Something
light?"

"Make it for three and thanks. Cure and food." I hung up and went
into the bathroom, making enough noise so I wouldn't be spying on
them. It turned out that they were already toweling off.

"I ordered something for the pain and a light breakfast we can either
eat or not. Ted, look, I..."

He held up his hand and covered my lips. "You don't need to sway
anything. We'll sort this out, no matter what actually happened last
night. Don't "what if", Hawk."

I nodded and opened the shower door. "I need to finish my shower.
I'll be out when I feel human again, so start without me."

As they went back into the main room to dress, I dropped my robe and
stepped into the shower, turning the water up to the hottest
temperature I could tolerate and stood under the pelting heat, letting
my mind clear.

Ted was right. This wasn't a life ending crisis, but I was disturbed
that I might have ever been drunk enough to get married at all. That
pointed out to me that I had some thinking to do about what I really
wanted out of life. I didn't give my word to anything lightly. Even
when I was drunk.

When I finally couldn't take the heat any more, I turned the
temperature down and gave myself another good soapy scrubbing.
Considering what I had looked like when I woke up, I decided to wash my
hair, too. It would take a while to dry, but I bet people would
appreciate me not smelling like stale booze. Once I was done, I wrapped
my hair in a towel and dried off. Slipping my robe back on, I went into
the bedroom.

Room service had put in an appearance while I was out. Toast, eggs and
juice were set out on the table and both of my lovers were already
eating. A large glass of water and some pills were set beside my plate.
Sitting down, I swallowed the pills and drank my water. I didn't know
if I could finish it all, but I had to eat something.

Ted looked a bit more human than Lisa did, or I felt for that matter.
He looked at me over his toast. "I thought our investigative days
were over. Guess not. Well, Hawk, what do we do first?"

"The first thing we do," I said sopping up my egg yolk, "is not
get carried away. I'm sure that nothing irrevocable happened. We just
need to figure out where we went and what we did. A contract is
voidable when you are drunk," I said, looking at Lisa, "even
marriage contracts. If that is what happened."

Lisa nodded. "And then what?"

"Then, I track us down. We have some clues to work with." I
gestured to the receipt and memory card. "We'll need a computer to
look at the card. Since I can't imagine we found a computer to haul
around, it may be from a camera. Pictures might show us more. I bet the
front desk can point us in the right direction."

Ted looked at the clock on the dresser. "This town is awake all the
time, but the people that were out late might not be up for a while.
And don't forget we have to fly back to Houston tomorrow. So, that
really doesn't leave us a lot of time to find the answers."

"Yeah, but let's give it a try before we give up," I said. "Eat
up so we can get moving."

We finished eating and dressed for a walk around town. I snagged up the
receipt and memory card. When we made it to the posh lobby, I waved the
card at the desk clerk. "Morning, Sport. I need to check this card
for pictures. Can you point me to where I can get a computer to read
it?"

He politely pointed out into the street. "Turn left and go up two
blocks, Miss. There is a CVS Pharmacy that has a machine that reads
them and lets you choose which pictures to print."

"Thanks!" With that, I led the trio out and into the street. The
traffic was light and the foot traffic was even lighter.

"Looks like this town sleeps in," Lisa said, smiling at the
doorman.

"Yes, Ma'am. The place won't get rolling until the evening." He
tipped his hat to us.

"Excuse me, who would have been on the door last night, late. Say a
couple of hours before dawn?" I asked.

"Tim Weatherspoon, Ma'am. He'll be back again tonight at
midnight."

"Thanks."

The air wasn't nearly as bad as the smog in Houston, so the walk was
rather enjoyable. Ted and Lisa had their arms around each other and I
walked beside them. The CVS was impossible to miss. We strolled inside
and to the photo department. As advertised, there was a machine to
check the card for pictures.

I slid the card into the machine and it brought up thumbnails of about
two dozen pictures. Damned if it didn't look like a wedding to me. I
had it print them all so we could look at them more closely.

Ted and Lisa crowded around as the pictures began printing.

"Oh, shit," Lisa said, seeing herself in a wedding gown. "Where
the hell did I find a wedding gown in the middle of the night? And what
did I do with it? It's not in the room."

Ted looked at another picture incredulously. "Is that someone dressed
like Elvis? We were married by The King?"

When all the pictures were printed, it sure looked like a wedding to
me. Ted and Lisa's. I let out the breath that I had secretly been
holding. Ring aside, it looked like I hadn't gotten hitched after
all. Whew!

"Yeah, it sure looks that way," I said. "I think I was the
bridesmaid. You want your ring back? Polygamy *is* illegal, you
know."

Ted rolled his eyes. "You'll get yours, Hawk. One day, you'll
settle down and I'll laugh my ass off."

Lisa slapped his arm. "That's not funny, Ted!"

He raised his hands in self-defense. "Okay! I take it back! I'll
just laugh the next time she gets caught up in something she never saw
coming." Then he laughed. "Well, now what? The jewelry store or
shall we start interviewing Elvises?"

"The jewelry store might be easier. We may have to come back tonight
to catch someone that saw us."

We paid for the prints and made our way back to the hotel. The desk
clerk called us a cab and we drove to the address on the receipt. Ted
had the cab wait for us. The store was a swanky place. A man in a suit
met us at the door.

"My name is Charles. May I help you?"

"Yeah," I said. "I need to know who helped us with a purchase we
made last night." I handed him the receipt.

Charles looked it over and handed it back. "That looks like Carl
Daniels' employee number. Is there a problem?"

I smiled. "You could say that. My friends apparently got married and
don't remember it. We're trying to trace our movements last night
and we may have mentioned it to him. When does he come back on
shift?"

He smiled, but it was restrained. "Actually, this isn't the first
time I've heard a story like this. A number of people every year come
in under the influence and get wedding rings. What's odd is that it
looks like you bought three rings." He quirked an eyebrow. "Care to
enlighten me about that?"

"Yeah, well, I don't really know, but I should return mine. It
seems I was left standing at the altar," I said, handing him the
ring. "I'd like to get it refunded to Ted's card, please."

"Of course. Come with me. I'll see when Carl's back on shift
while we take care of this."

We stepped over to the counter and he examined the ring, comparing the
receipt and his inventory. The refund was taken care of promptly.

He checked a clipboard behind the counter and nodded. "It looks like
Carl clocked out at eight am and will be back at midnight. I'll call
him after he has had some sleep and see if I can get you an answer
before then. Do you have a number where I can reach you?"

"Call and leave a message for us at our hotel," Ted said and gave
him the number. "Leave a message for Ted Stansbury."

"Of course, Mister Stansbury. Is there anything else I can assist you
with?"

"Do you know of any chapels where people get married by Elvis?" Ted
asked.

Charles tilted his head back and laughed. "This is Las Vegas, Mister
Stansbury. There are hundreds of them scattered across the city. Can
you be more specific?"

Ted slid the pictures across to him and the man examined them before
shaking his head. "I wish I could help you, but I'm afraid I
don't know the gentleman. He does look like The King, though. The
thin King."

Ted scowled, but he didn't really mean it. "Thanks for your
help."

We went back to the cab and I looked at them over the roof. "Not much
we can do before we get more information. If it was real, it'll be
filed at City Hall, but usually they're mailed in. So, it won't be
there yet. This is our last day in Vegas, and I don't think we should
let this disrupt seeing the sights."

Lisa nodded vigorously. "Yes. Let's go to the strip and see some
more." Then she looked at Ted. "If we did get married, this does
not count as the honeymoon, Skinflint." She grinned. "I think
Niagara Falls might fit the bill, though."

Ted rolled his eyes and laughed. "Get in."

We walked the strip, ate lunch and walked some more. It felt like I was
back on the beat. The whole place was gaudy, even the cheap joints. I
decided it was fun to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here. Give
me Houston any day of the week.

When it was getting dark, we took a cab back to the hotel and hit the
desk clerk up for messages. Surprisingly, there was one for me along
with the hoped for message for Ted. While Ted called the number on his,
I read mine with growing confusion.

It read, "Detective Hawkins, you don't know me, but I have heard
about you. We are staying here at the same hotel. I recognized you
yesterday from newspaper articles regarding your recent case in
Houston. If it is not too much of an imposition, I would like to invite
you and your friends to attend a private gathering in the main dining
room tonight. I would be in your debt if you humored an old man like me
this once. Please, bring your friends. I would dearly love to speak
with you all. Eight pm. Hans Werner."

I looked up and glanced at the clock. About an hour till then. The name
was flitting around the edge of my mind. It was elusively familiar. I
leaned over the desk and waved at the clerk.

"Help me out. Hans Werner. Who is he?" I asked.

"Mister Werner is involved in a number of businesses. He is very
wealthy and lives in Texas..."

I held up a hand. "That did it. Thanks, it's all coming back to me
now."

I remembered him now. Hans Werner, billionaire. He was almost a rich as
Bill Gates, if I remembered the article I had read a few years ago
correctly. He came to the USA with his parents from Nazi Germany during
World War Two and built a small fortune into one of the largest
business empires in the world. Very reclusive. Very high society. Why
was he wanting to speak with a homicide cop from Houston?

Ted interrupted my thoughts by hanging up the phone. "I have it. Carl
said we were going to a place called "His Majesty's" over near
the business district. We can catch a cab and be there in half an
hour."

The desk clerk startled a bit at the name. "I'm not sure how much
good that will do you, Mister Stansbury. It burned down some time this
morning. It was in the paper."

"What?" We all asked.

He reached under the counter and set the paper on the desk. The picture
of a burned out building was on the cover. I read the story rapidly.
The fire started about six am. No one was injured, but the police were
calling it arson.

We all looked at one another, a bit stunned.

"Well," I said at last, "I guess that we will have to track down
the owner tomorrow and find out who was working that night."

Lisa looked a bit distressed. "But we have to be on the flight
tomorrow morning! I have to be back to work."

I waved my hand. "I'll move my flight back and you two can go home.
I have a few more days of mandatory vacation time left and I can track
it down."

Ted frowned. "You're sure?"

"It's fine," I assured him. "I love a good mystery. In any
case, I have some news of my own." I passed them the invitation.

"Jesus!" Lisa said after reading it. "Do you know who that is?
He's richer than God!"

Ted nodded his agreement. "A very powerful man," he added.

"Do you want to go?" I asked. They nodded.

"We need to go start getting ready right now," Lisa said
insistently, dragging Ted toward the elevators.

I smiled at the desk clerk. "They act so married, don't they?"

He nodded and smiled, making me laugh.

In an hour, we were dressed and outside the dining room. Lisa was in a
sheath-like dress of dark blue. She looked fabulous. I was in my
uncomfortable heels and the only other dress I had. A little back
dress. It was slit up the side high enough that I didn't dare wear
anything but a thong and the neckline plunged low enough to show off my
average breasts as long as I had no bra on. Like now. I would have
rather worn the other dress but it was still nasty. Ted was in his nice
suit.

The door was closed with a man in a suit standing outside it. A dark
suit, like the secret service wore. And he was carrying in a shoulder
holster. I shook my head and took the lead, handing him my note.

"Shauna Hawkins and friends. We're expected." I said confidently.

He nodded. "You're on the list, Detective. Please go right in."

"Thanks." I opened the door and we stepped inside. The room was
filled with people. The glitterati. The cream of society. There were
more noses in the air than I could count and my clothes seemed tawdry.
Those closest to the door turned to sniff at us. I felt my temper start
to fray. Lisa took my hand and led us in, looking around.

We moved into the crowd but didn't mix. Oil and water, I suppose.
People eyed us curiously, and we were quickly labeled as the help. That
was obvious when some dowager asked me to be a dear and run to get some
more champagne from the kitchen. My snarl was cut off smoothly by an
older man in a sharp gray suit.

"Lieutenant Hawkins, I'm so pleased you could join me."

"Are you Hans Werner?" I asked, a bit more abruptly than was
probably wise with someone as powerful as he is, if it was him.

"Yes," he answered, unperturbed by my sharp tone. "Please, come
and join me at my table. It will be less crowded and more peaceful."
He nodded to the now simpering older woman and led us through the crowd
that seemed to part before him like the Red Sea. "You must be Lisa
Davis and Ted Stansbury. I am so pleased to meet you both."

The table we were going to was the only one in the room. Six chairs
were set around it, but no one was sitting at it. Hans pulled out a
chair for me and Ted sat Lisa. When Hans settled, a waiter appeared as
if by magic to take our drink orders.

"Can I get something to eat, as well?" I asked. "It's been a
long day."

"Of course! Anything you like," Hans answered.

I ordered some wine and a sandwich. Ted and Lisa did the same. Hans
ordered a brandy. "I'd order some Stansbury wine, but I doubt it is
served so far from home," Ted joked.

"I have tried it and found it very good," Hans admitted. "You
make a fine wine, Ted. May I call you Ted? Lisa? Shauna?"

They nodded and I shook my head. "Call me Hawk. Only my mother called
me Shauna."

"Of course," he nodded. "Hawk it is. I'm sure you are wondering
why an old man like me asked you here. I must admit it is all curiosity
on my part. I do hope you don't mind, but I have always been
fascinated by crime and conspiracy. I've read the stories of what
happened back home, and when I saw you here, I simply couldn't resist
asking to hear about it in person. Will you oblige an old man in his
whimsy?"

I felt what heat I had melt away. He was so much like what I would
imagine a grandfather would be that I couldn't hold his curiosity
against him. A glance at Ted and Lisa told me they felt the same way. I
nodded my head. "Sure. For you, anything."

The next hour went by quickly. We told our stories, ate his food and
answered his surprisingly sharp questions. A woman in her fifties,
dressed to the hilt, short, thin and (to my mind) arrogant, walked over
to the table.

"Hans, the guests are getting restless. You should wrap up your
little detective gathering and see to them." Her eyes raked over me
and I could almost sense a silent sneer. An instant dislike gathered in
my stomach.

Hans didn't seem to notice the byplay. "Everyone, this is my wife,
Kit. I actually should tend to seeing more people." He stood up and
shook each of our hands. "Thank you for coming on such short notice
and indulging an old man." He turned to Kit. "Have you seen
Gretchen? She's very late and I do hope she won't miss out."

The cold glitter in Kit's eyes flashed and was gone. "No dear, I
suppose she must have found... other entertainment." This time, she
did sniff.

Hans turned red. "I won't have that! She is my daughter and ever
since her mother passed away, she has been... Never mind."

He bowed to us. "Please stay and enjoy the party. Thank you again."
He stalked off.

Kit looked down her nose at us. "Yes, please stay and enjoy
yourselves. It's obvious that you won't get to mix with this class
of people again anytime soon."

She stalked off at a tangent to Hans and I started forward, ready to
tear a strip off her. Lisa grabbed me.

"Let it go, Hawk. That won't gain you anything. What a bitch!"
Lisa said.

"Screw them, let's blow this popsicle stand," I snarled, stalking
back toward the entrance. People damned well got out of my way. A
murderous glare pierced anyone too slow or too stupid to move fast
enough.

The door opened as we were coming up to it and I was stopped dead in my
tracks at who came in. Ted bumped into me and stopped to stare right
along with me.

A tall woman, about my age came in. She was in a sheath dress like
Lisa's, but in dark red. Unlike Lisa, hers was cut to flaunt her
assets. The slits in the side came up so far she couldn't even be
wearing a thong. The neckline plunged to the center of her stomach and
showed a generous helping of her bra-less breasts. Generous breasts,
shown almost to the nipples. Her blonde hair was piled high on her head
and done in intricate rings. Her hourglass figure was hypnotizing. I
could tell from her athletic legs, she either danced or did some other
workout regularly. Her creamy skin seemed to glow with health. And she
dripped sex appeal.

Lisa poked me. "Close your mouth before something flies in, Hawk.
You, too, Ted."

My mouth snapped shut, but I couldn't stop looking at her. She was
like nothing I had ever seen in person. I was so blown away, that I
gawked.

She smiled and walked slowly toward me. The sway of her hips flashing
fire in my stomach. Her smile was like the sun. "You don't look
like you belong in this gathering of old sticks." Her hand took mine,
though I wasn't sure that my hand was answering my brain.
"I'm..."

 From my left, Kit zipped into view and almost shoved me back to
confront the Goddess in front of me. "Gretchen, you slut," she
hissed. "Take your whore ass right back out that door this
instant!"

Gretchen just smiled. "Well, well, if it isn't the wicked bitch of
the west. Why don't you just run off and make sure Daddy hasn't
hooked up with someone else and dropped your sorry ass." She looked
at us and said, "Don't mind my stepmother. A house fell on her
sister."

Kit slapped her, hard. Gretchen turned back slowly and her eyes
sparkled with hate. "If someone found you dead, would anyone blame
me? I could kill you and no jury would convict me." She shoved Kit
and the older woman stumbled back before howling and throwing herself
into Gretchen. They went down in a tumble of scratches and hair pulling.

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