Looks like cops are already here. One of them is taking pictures and walking around the corpse first before picking up clues.

Rat : You are finally back. I called the cops just as you told me to.

Turtle : I know. Did they get anything?

Rat shakes his head. "Not yet."

Cops : Hey, it's you. Turtle detective. Been a while.

We never expected you back so soon. How'd you find out about this case?

Turtle: Fortunately, it was an accident.

Police look at the man on the ground.

"It's Steve," one of them says. "He works down at the bar. The bartender called us, said he was missing."

the other officer says. "Steve. Thirty-something years old."

He turns to Turtle Detective. "What do you think happened?"

"It's weird," Turtle Detective says. "The body was dumped at the edge of town. I saw a man in a cheap suit running away from the crime scene."

"I'll track him down," the first officer says.

Turtle detective tells them the whole story. They thank him and write up a report about the case, except for the "undead" part. Or else they'd think he's a nutjob.

Turtle : Okay, what now?

Cops : We have two leads. There's a "Sam's Tavern" in town. It has a reputation for attracting the worst people in the area, and the owner, Sam, is a notorious asshole. And there's a "Frank's Bar and Grill." It's a newer place that's trying to make a better impression. It's the rival to the place where the victim used to work as bartender. Owner Frank is pretty well-liked in the community.

Then, there's a place called "Sam's Tavern".

It has a reputation for attracting the worst people in the area, and the owner, Sam, is a notorious asshole.The citizens of Holgard don't like it there though, since it's contributing to a problem with crime and attracting the worst types into the community. Traditionally, Holgard has prided itself on how well it manages to keep the worst elements of society out of the city. We'll inspect and investigate them ourselves. First, we will start by inspecting the bar named "Blue Dream" in hotel Mirage where Steve used to work in.

We'll aslo try to track down that man in blue suit. However, if you find something, tell us."

- Olaf the Turtle detective and his sidekick Bruno the rat visit Sam's Tavern.

Not many people visit Sam's Tavern, especially not on a workday afternoon. The place is run-down and has an unwashed look about the place. In fact, the whole block looks like that. The place smells like old beer and lies in complete disrepair. The front door is hanging open, and there isn't a single person in sight.

"Well, if this isn't the most activity we've had in days..." Turtle says in a flat tone.

"What's the plan?" rat asks.

"I don't know. Let's just talk with Sam and see if we can find anything out of him. Don't let him know that we are detectives, especially private detectives."

"Are you sure that's going to work? He looks like he's been through a meat-grinder. Maybe we should just shoot him and be done with it."

"Erm, no. We're here to convince him to talk. If that doesn't work, we shoot to kills. But, I figure, we can get information out of him."

"Maybe, but I still don't think we can shoot anyone in cold blood just like that. It's not that we shouldn’t. I just can't do it."

"Well you better fucking try soon, because we've got bigger concerns right now."

Olaf and Bruno both look over at the bartender who is cleaning off a mug. He notices and approaches the pair of them.

"What's going on?" he grunts at them. "You two fuckers look like shit."

"And you're looking less than sharp yourself," Ratty returns. "What can you tell us about yourself?"

"I own this place."

"Really? What's your name? Where do you get your alcohol?"

" Why should I tell you? I told you, I own this place. What the hell else do you want to know?"

"When's the last time you had anyone in here?"

"Not in days. I think they took all of the booze with them. I wouldn't have any if it weren't for these two monkeys."

"Monkeys? Monkeys kept the booze?" Turtle asks.

"Get a load of this guy. Well, looks like even monkeys chug booze these days." says Ratty.

"Yeah, fucking monkeys. Why the hell isn't anyone here interested in helping me out? I got a business to run and these two assholes trying to fuck it up for me. I could use some damn help right now."

"Why don't you think anyone would help you?" Rat asks.

"I don't know," Sam shrugs. "I guess people just aren't as helpful anymore. All they seem to do nowadays is try to fuck each other over. I mean, why help a person when you can take away his livelihood?" Sam looks at Turtle and Rat, nodding.

"Yeah. I think you're right. People are getting meaner. I think that's what's going on in the world today. We need to do something about it." says Ratty. 

"That's exactly what we plan to do," Turtle sighs. "Can you help us?"

"Me? Who says I can help you?"

"You just said you owned this place. You must have some info on it," Rat says.

"If I did, do you think I'd tell you?"

Turtle takes a moment to consider the man's words and the look in his eyes.

"Okay," he says. "We're just leaving, bartender. Call us Sphere and Hookwolf if you need to." Turle lies about their names.

"Be sure to lock your door when you leave," Rat warns.

"Wait!" Sam yells.

"Yes?" Turtle replies.

"What is it that you want to know?" Sam asks.

"Yes. Can you tell us something about the hotel Mirage? Is that a good hotel? What’s your relationship with that hotels staff and owner? " Turtle asks Sam. "Give us a review about the hotel."

"I don't know," Sam says. "I don't remember all of their staff all that well. I think the only one I remember is the late Steve, who was an asshole."

"What about the owner?" Rat asks. "Do you know him?"

"I don't think I did," Sam says. "I think the only one who knew him was that blonde bitch. They were always flirting with each other."

"Thanks, Sam," Turtle says.

Ratty asks Sam " But how did you know all this? How do you know Steve? How are you related?"

Sam rubs his chin and thinks a bit.

"Well, when Steve first started there, he was pretty quiet. He kept to himself mainly. I remember one time, he came in here really drunk and smashed up the bar. The management asked him to leave, but he promised he'd stop drinking if they let him stay. He kept his word for a while, but eventually he went back to his old self. The rest of the time I remember him is him coming in here with his friends, drinking and carousing. I think that's when he first started going with that bitch who used to work here."

"Do you know her name?"

"Kelso, but I can't remember her last name. Along with being an asshole, he had a huge crush on her. He wasn't very subtle about it either."

"Thanks, Sam," Turtle says, as he and Rat start to walk off.

"Wait!" Sam yells. "That's not all. I forgot to mention... that blonde bitch might have had something to do with this!"

"What? You don't know that," Turtle says.

"I know I saw her sneaking around the storage house last week," Sam says. "I didn't say anything at the time, but..."

"Thanks, Sam," Turtle says. "We have to go now."

"Hold on!" Sam yells. "Last advice! The storage building you should avoid like it's the fucking plague!"

There is a moment of silence between the two friends.

"What was that, Sam?" Turtle asks.

"I said the storage room you should avoid like it's the fucking plague!" Sam yells.

"What again? Didn’t hear you clearly."

Sam face now looks like he is so done with this world. He gives them a look as if he wants to punch them. Gritting his teeth, 

"I fucking said the storage room you should avoid like it's the fucking plague!" Sam yells even louder.

"Why? What's in there?" asks Ratty.

"I dunno," Sam says. "But I've heard something was stealing meat. Couples of times. And I saw a ghost there once."

"A ghost?" Rat asks.

"Yeah," Sam nods. "A really creepy one."

"Can you give us the adress to storage house?"

Sams writes down the info on a chunk of paper and hands it over to Olaf.

"Thanks, Sam," Turtle repeats. "We have to go now. Bye!"

"Bye!" Sam yells.

Turtle and Ratty leave the bar, walking to the nearest taxi cab.

"Well?" Turtle asks. "Whaddya think?"

"Fella sounds like a nutjob, but something smells fishy." Ratty remarks.

"We need to go to the storage house," Turtle says.

"And so it begins..."

The two friends gets a tabby and heads towards the storage room.