“Have you reviewed the crime scene report from MSSV?” Angelina asked Damian when she walked into the R&R lounge some time later. Damian, who’d spent the last thirty minutes lounging in a flubel chair listening to micro-organic ambient trance, closed his eyes to better focus on the latest information sent by MSSV. Around them were other off-duty crew members variously relaxing and wearing goggles and ear buds.

“Right,” Damian said when he’d finished digesting the data, “let’s speak to the band.” He sprung up from the chair and the two of them marched off decisively towards the elevators, their drones following closely behind.

“So, we wanted to go over your theories about how Roxy died” Damian said when what was left of Harmony Who were seated in the interrogation room facing the two detectives. Angelina took notes as they spoke. It was an odd, unnecessary habit as everything was being recorded by MSSV. There’d also be an analysis by the computer on the likelihood of truth in the band’s statements, but Angelina was old-style, and she liked to scratch out words and make doodles with a pencil in her precious notebook. Whatever floated her boat.

“Well, I think that is unlikely,” Damian said, when the band had finished.

“Why’s that then?” said Biff, “people have heart attacks and allergic reactions all the time. That’s a fact.”

“What you say is true,” said Damian, “but your lead singer didn’t die of a heart attack or allergic reaction. He tilted his head and blinked twice at the overhead sensor in the corner of the room. The main findings of the crime scene report were projected onto the wall for all to see, nicely formatted with easy-to-read bullet-points:

Consciousness lost through skull trauma, caused by blunt instrument: Analysis shows 99% likelihood cause was solid body electric guitar.

Blood sample from Fender Stratocaster Galaxy Standard at crime scene positive match. Internal bleeding from liver: 75% probability injury caused by boot. Impression on body matches size (42) and type (Zaphod Kicker) used by Harmony Who bass player.

Final cause of death due to asphyxiation. 65% probability due to person sitting on victim’s face: Weight and face markings 69.7% match Harmony Who drummer.

Damian was impressed with the work PXR5 and MSSV had done. Crime fighting on board this ship was going to be a piece of cake with this kind of technical support.

“So, there you have it, folks, “Damian said, as Angelina snapped her notebook closed, “Analysis of Roxy’s injuries by my drone has indicated the cause of death. Oh! One more thing. Roxy wasn’t human. It was an android.”

“I want to talk to my lawyer,” Biff Ohlsson said, crossing his arms and clearly forgetting they were now in space, and he had forfeited whatever legal rights he’d previously had on Earth when he signed up for the trip. Rather than laws, there were rules and regulations set by Intelaxative, the corporation who owned the ship.

“Those percentages are high, but not conclusive,” said Stinger Hubbard, “that flying tin can of yours might have been wrong.”

“Oh, and there’s this too,” said Angelina, double blinking at the corner sensor. Camera footage from Interstellar Overdrive was projected onto the wall. It had been recorded at the time of the murder and coincided with the drone’s report.

“Shit!” Biff said eloquently expressing what the other band members felt, “We was filmed!”

Despite the evidence against them, Damian wondered what they were supposed to do next. There were enough cells in the area the special agents called the station, but they’d not been used yet, and seemed to Damian to be fine as a temporary holding space, but not valid for any long-term arrangement. They’d also not had discussions with anyone on board about lawyers, judges, trials or juries. MSSV would surely know, he supposed. Before he could think this through, Angelina answered for them both.

“I’m going to have to lock you up, folks,” said Damian’s partner, “if you could step through the door and turn to the left.”