Updated on 3/4/00
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After a lovely evening, Micky's date with Amber was over. She thought it was hilarious that she was the one dropping off her date instead of the other way around, but the car Micky would have used needed to be repaired.
"So, when do you think the car will be fixed?"
"As soon as I figure out what's wrong with it."
"What happened this time?"
"It just stopped running." She stopped talking and looked at her watch.
"Oh, darn I have to get going." "Wait I almost forgot, one of my friends from when I was little is coming over tomorrow. I'll like you to meet her."
"Her? Is she competition." She joked.
"Nah, she's more like a sister."
"Good." Said Amber. Micky got out of the car bypassing the door. He turned back and said:
"Night." Micky walked a few feet away, and stopped. He turned around.
"Am I forgetting something?" Amber jumped out of the car and ran to Micky. She stopped right in front of him.
"Yes, what about my goodnight kiss?"
"Oh, yeah." He said smiling. They kissed briefly.
"Night" said Amber.
"I'll call you tomorrow." He said.
With that he turned and walked away.
"Wha..? Said Micky.
As hard as he tried, he couldn't remember what had happened last night. He looked down to see why he was sticky and saw that his clothes were torn and bloody. He was scared and confused as he quickly checked for the source of the blood. When he found no source for the blood he stopped. "Where had the blood come from?" He quickly decided that he didn't want to know, at least not yet. He got out of the bushes and started walking towards the door. A sudden fear griped him: "What if someone saw him like this?" He ran the rest of the way to the door. He shut the door when he got inside. The question came back: "Where had the blood come from?" The fear griped him again. He couldn't stand being in the bloody, torn clothes any longer. He ran up the stairs and grabbed another set of clothes from his closet. He went back down stairs to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. When he finally got out he saw Mike standing near Peter who was siting in the easy chair. Davy was sitting on the stairs. They were quiet, and looked as if they were in shock. "Had they seen him in the bloody clothes?"
"What?" he said dreading the answer.
"Didn't you hear?" Mike whispered "Mr. Babbits been murdered." Micky fell down in a sitting position on the couch as he remembered his bloody clothes. Mike continued:
"They found him this morning along the tree-lined path. They think he was coming here." It was then Micky realized that there were other people in the room. There were two police men standing near the door. Micky's heart nearly stopped.
"Are they here to talk to everyone, who knows, I mean knew Mr. Babbit?" Micky asked his fear not showing in his voice. Mike just looked the other way. Davy decided to answer him.
"Sort of Micky." He said as he walked towards him. One of the policemen came over and asked:
"Where were you at about 10:00 last night Mr. Dolenz? Micky was in shock now. "Were they accusing him?" "What did happen last night?" "Why were his clothes bloody?" Then something came back; he had been on a date with Amber last night. "But when had the date ended?" He couldn't remember. He decided to tell the truth.
"I was on a date last night sir, but I'm not sure what the time was when I headed home?"
"Uh, Mick, we called Amber, she said the date was over at about 10:00." Said Davy. Micky was dumfounded. The policeman spoke again.
"The young lady is coming over to be questioned. Now what did you do after you said goodnight to your girlfriend?" There was a long pause as he tried to remember, but nothing came. The next memory he had after saying goodnight to Amber was when he woke up.
"Well?" said the policeman Just then his girlfriend Amber came in. She was a beautiful young lady with long dirty blond hair. She walked over to Micky. The policeman, temporarily giving up on Micky, turned to her and asked:
"Miss Capriotti?" She nodded yes.
"What happened at about 10:00 last night?" She paused for a moment wondering what was going on, but answered the question.
"Micky kissed me goodnight and said he would call me the next day. Then he went towards his house..."
"Excuse me, but how does he get to this house miss?"
"He goes down the tree-lined path that connects the houses along the beach."
"O.k., now you may continue?" he said.
"Yes, I had stood there for a few minutes thinking, when Mr. Babbit came walking by. He stopped and said hello to me and asked me how I was doing, I replied that I was doing fine. Then he told me he had to go because the boys were making a ruckus again and he had to quiet them down."
"Did he go the same way Micky had gone?" he asked.
"Yes, he did. After he left, I went home."
"When and how did you get home?"
"I drove in my car because their car wasn't running, and I got home at about 10:10, you could ask my mother to verify that."
"That's not necessary." He said.
"Now could you please tell me what's going on?" Davy went over to her and said:
"Sit down first Amber."
"Why?" she said as she sat down on one of the dinning room chairs.
"Well...?" he said obviously uncomfortable, "Mr. Babbit was... He was killed last night and..." She was stunned.
"You don't think Micky did this, he's innocent, he wouldn't do something like that!"
"Miss?" said the policeman; "We are trying to determine that now..." Just then the second policeman said:
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I use the restroom?"
"Sure." Said Mike as he pointed towards the door. Micky only remembered his bloody clothes after the door closed. A minute later the policeman came out of the bathroom and called over the other policeman. Everyone went to stand in front of the bathroom door. The policeman pointed to Micky's bloody clothes lying on the floor.
"Are theses your clothes Mr. Dolenz?" Micky looked at his clothes in absolute horror. Amber looked at the clothes and realized that they were the ones Micky had worn last night.
"Those were the clothes he worn on our date!" she exclaimed. The first policeman turned to Micky and said:
"George Michael Dolenz, you are under arrest."
And with that, Peter began to cry.
At the police station Davy, Mike, Peter, and Amber had been taken in to be questioned about Micky. The boys were finished; they were just waiting for Amber. A friend of theirs named Dru that had recently become a policeman, walked towards them.
"I heard about Micky. Do they really believe he did it? I thought he was a little crazy, but he wouldn't hurt anybody." Amber came up then and said to him:
"They let me see Micky." They all jumped up and asked:
"What did he say?" She looked at them and they saw she was on the verge of tears.
"He doesn't know what happened, he can't remember..."
"What about the bloody clothes?" Inturuped Mike.
"All he knows is it isn't his."
"The clothes?" asked Dru.
"The blood." She snapped. Her anger vanished and despair returned in full force.
" He's convinced he did it."
"He couldn't have!" They cried in unison. Davy and Peter were in shock, but Mike quickly recovered.
"Why in the world would he say that?"
"I asked him that and he said it was his sugar problem."
"His what?" Asked Dru.
"You don't know do you. He has a problem with sugar, if he has too much he loses control. His doctor puts him on sugar-free diets once in a while to help control his sugar levels."
"So that's why he's that way." Said Dru.
"It takes a lot of sugar to make him go haywire Amber." Said Mike. She turned to Mike and said:
"You remember yesterday when I came to tell Micky that his diet was over?" Dru looked at her blankly.
"Why would you tell him?" he asked.
"Well, you see Dru, the doctor has realized that Micky only listens to me about certain things. I was the only one who could make him stay on his diets. The doctor decided that I should be the one to tell him when they begin or end so he does stick to his diets."
"Oh." Said Dru. She continued.
"The doctor had told me that afternoon that Micky's diet was over, so I went to tell him." She turned to Dru.
"I usually take him to some place nice after a diet ends so he can enjoy some of the things he couldn't have. He told me that this time he was cheating on his diet right before I came. He said he was trapped because usually when his diets are over he's practically desperate to have sugar, and if he had said no I would have realized that he had been cheating."
"Where did he get the sugar?" asked Davy.
"He had some pixie sticks that he had hid from before."
"Pixie sticks! Those things are pure sugar!" exclaimed Dru.
"How many did he have?" asked Mike.
"Enough." She said sadly.
"Why would he kill Mr. Babbit though." Wondered Peter.
"I'm not sure but I have some pretty nasty suspicions." Said Mike.
They decided it was best for them to go back to the beach house.
Amber dropped them off near the front door. Mike turned around when he got out of the car and said:
"Call us if you need us." She nodded yes and drove off. When they got to the door, something was different. The first thing they noticed was a brown suitcase sitting in front of the door seemingly without an owner, then a young woman appeared from around the corner. She was thin and had a medium build. Her long brown hair complemented her purple eyes and ankle-length crisiom red dress perfectly. She spotted them and smiled. She waved at them as she approached.
"Hello!" She called, "You three must be Micky's friends. My name is Rodeo. Do you happen to know where I might find him?" It was then she noticed their shell-shocked expressions.
"Did something happen?" For a moment they neither moved nor spoke, then Davy exploded. He ran up to her and screamed:
"WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO YOU THINK WE LOOK LIKE THIS NORMALY! DO YOU THINK WE FEEL LIKE THE WORST POSSIBLE THING HAPPENED..." Mike and Peter ran up and grabbed him, pulling him away from Rodeo.
"Cool it Davy!" exclaimed Mike. She had been shocked by Davy's out burst, but recovered a few minutes after Mike and Peter had pulled him away.
"Ok, I think we should start at the beginning." She said, "I'm Rodeo Drive, I'm Micky's friend from when we were little. I got invited to his 6th birthday and things like that. I haven't seen him since I went off to college, but we've kept in touch. Last week he wrote to me and invited me over to meet his friends and to hear his band play, also to meet his girlfriend. I assumed he would tell you I was coming today. He told me he would be here all day unless a gig came up or something. Now, what happened to Micky?" She stared at them waiting for an answer. For a moment it looked like nothing was going to happen, then Peter walked towards Rodeo.
"I think we should go into the house first."
"All right." She said. Mike unlocked the door and went in, followed by Davy. Peter waited for Rodeo to pick up her suitcase and followed her after she went in. Once she got in she went towards the couch and put down her suitcase. She looked around, Davy was sulking in the corner and Mike had sat on a chair.
"Should I be sitting down for this?" she asked. Peter nodded and she sat down. Peter cleared his throat and sat down in another seat.
"Miss Drive, this morning something terrible happened, our landlord was murdered." He paused to look at her. She was calmly waiting for the rest of the story.
"We found out when the police came." He continued, "Micky had been taking a shower, and had finished a few minutes after we were told, and...well...." He faltered, but Rodeo did not have to wait long for why, for Davy (still in his foul mood) blurted out:
"Micky was arrested because he did it!"
"They're not sure yet!" Peter yelled back. Rodeo was stunned.
"You remember what Amber said, he did it!" yelled Davy.
"She sad he's convince he did it. He doesn't remember what happened!" Peter reasoned back. Mike tried to fade into the background.
"Think of this Peter,..." Davy countered. "...all the evidence points to him: the bloody clothes, the timing, his state of mind, not to mention a ton of motive that even you'd have to admit to." Peter started to counter Davy's statement but was at a loss at what to say, but Rodeo wasn't.
"Are you sure that Micky did it?" She asked calmly, but her anger showing,
"Are you so definite that your friend did it? Do you know him so well that with so little evidence that you are sure that he is capable of murder? I don't think you do if you judge your friend so quickly and harshly." Davy was speechless, Mike cringed, and Peter nodded in agreement.
"If I were you I'd be hoping that he didn't do it, in fact I'd be trying to find evidence that proved his innocence." She got up and grabbed her suitcase; she put it on the table and opened it. She pulled out a knitted bag, and put some papers and things from her suitcase into it and started towards the door. Not knowing exactly why, Mike got up and stopped her.
"Rodeo, please. You just got here, had a terrible shock, and had an argument with one of my friends. You need to take a rest first." She stopped trying to get out the door and looked at him as if assessing him somehow, and then said:
"You're right. I'm acting too hastily." She stopped and thought for a second, " Ok, are you guys going to let me stay here? Because I can go to a hotel..."
"No, you can stay here." Said Mike.
"Ok. But first I want Davy to apologize." Said Rodeo. Davy grimaced and tried to hide in the almost non-existent shadows of the corner he was in. Mike walked over,grabbed Davy's wrist, and draged him over to Rodeo.
"Apologize." He said sternly.
"Sorry" said Davy meekly, truly meaning it. Rodeo put her hand on Davy's shoulder and said:
"I'll forgive you..." Davy smiled, glad to be forgiven.
"...But don't let it happen again" she said smiling back.
An hour later
"...So Micky doesn't have a lawyer, and you don't even have the money to get one." Rodeo said sadly.
"The only lawyer we've ever sort of had told us to plead guilty." Said Mike. Rodeo sat thinking.
"I guess I'm the only one who can help him." Mike, Peter, and Davy looked at her confused.
"What do you mean?" asked Peter.
"I went to Law school, Peter, I can be Micky's lawyer."
"But what about the money?" asked Davy.
"I don't need money, all I want is to help Micky the best way I can." She said. She got up and picked up her knitted bag. Mike stood up and said:
"Rodeo, our car is broke but I could walk you to the police station." She smiled.
"Sure." As they left Davy and Peter looked at each other confused.
"Did I miss something?" Davy questioned.
"Well, he is our leader." Peter said.
On the way to the police station Mike pointed out all the sites, and told Rodeo stories of all the adventures he had with his friends. He was careful not to mention Micky too much, and instead tried to keep her laughing. When they got to the police station Mike was finishing up the story of when he, Micky and Davy had been arrested for robbing a bank.
"... And then she demanded that we hand over the picture to her."
"What did she do?" she said with anticipation.
"She thought that since the picture was so cute that we had to be innocent." Rodeo laughed.
"That's great!" she said. They laughed together until they noticed where they were. Seeing the police station made them remember why they had come. Mike cleared his throat.
"Well, here we are." He said.
"Thank you." Said Rodeo.
"I'll wait for you." said Mike.
"Ok." Rodeo replied She went into the police station and walked to the desk. The lady at the desk looked up and asked:
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes, I'd like to see Micky Dolenz; I'm his lawyer."
They took her along to Micky's cell. She saw him sitting alone, facing away from the front of the cell. His shoulders were slumped over in defeat. The policeman hit the bars with his keys and said:
"Dolenz, your Lawyer is here." He looked up and Rodeo saw that he had been crying. He stared at them for a moment.
"Since when did I have a lawyer?" he said. Rodeo wrapped her hands around one of the bars.
"Since now Micky." He looked at her, shocked, as if he just noticed she was there.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I've come to help you." He stoped for a second, then he said:
"Why, it's hopeless..."
"Because somebody has to." she said, cutting of his pessimistic comment. Micky shook his head in disgust. She turned to the guard and asked if she could talk to Micky in private.
"Yes, follow me" he said. She followed them as they showed her to a samll room with a table and two chairs facing each other. She sat down and waited for them to bring Micky. When they did, Micky sat down across from her acting totally oblivious to her presence by staring at his shoes. When the policeman left the room, Rodeo sopke up.
"Micky I know how you must be feeling, but I can help you." She stoped, waiting for a reply. He looked up at her and then looked back at his shoes.
"Micky, tell me what happened." She continued. He sighed and looked back up at her again.
"Alright, I'll tell you." She pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. Then he began. He told her of his date with Amber and the events of the following morning. She listened intensely to everything he said. When he was done she put down he pen and asked him:
"You have absolutely no idea what happened between when the date ended and when you woke up in the bush?"
"None." He said.
"You also thing that the reason you have no memory of what happened, is that your sugar problem made you go haywire again?"
"It's never happened before, but I've never had that much before." She put her stuff away and stood up.
"Micky I'm going now to see what I can find out from the police, I want you to know that everything's going to be alright." He looked at her not believing what she had said. She looked at his expression and said:
"Don't worry Micky, I'll do my best." She left the room with a very doubtful Micky looking at his shoes.
Rodeo went to the police chief and asked who was working on the case of Mr. Babbit's murder. He told her it was Detective Howard. Then he told her where she could find him. She went to find him and saw he wasn't far away. He was at his desk. She went up to him.
"Excuse me, Detective Howard? I'm Rodeo Drive, I'm Micky Dolenz's Lawyer." He looked up at her and put down the file he was reading.
" Oh, Hello Miss Drive. How can I help you?" While he was talking she had glanced at the name of the file he was reading and saw it was Micky's.
"May I see Micky's file, please?" He looked at her, then looked around. He picked up the file and handed it to her.
"Sure."
Rodeo took the file and opened it. She scanned though it and saw entries ranging from being framed to a case of mistaken identity. When she was finished, she handed it back to the detective.
"Has the report be completed yet?"
"No, I still haven't finished reading through all of the witnesses statements yet."
"Could you send it to me along with the autopsy report?"
"Yes, I just need your address." She took out her pad of paper and her pen. She opened the pad to a blank page, wrote something down, ripped it from the pad, and handed it to the detective.
"I am staying at this address. I have also given you the phone number in case you decide to have me pick up the copy. I will see you later." She got up and walked out of the police station. When she got out she saw Mike sitting on the steps, half-asleep. Rodeo smiled and went over to him.
"Michael, wake up. I'm finished here." She said gently. Mike woke up quickly, and looked at her. He was surprised at first, then recognition hit.
"Oh, for a second I thought you were my mother." Then his look turned serious.
"How's Micky?" Rodeo stopped smiling.
"Amber was right, he's convinced he did commit the crime." She said sadly. Mike looked at her trying to convince himself that he had not heard what she had said.
"But he couldn't have.." He started.
"You know that and I know that, but it's not us who needs to be convinced. I am going to work day and night on this case. There has to be proof of his innocence. I'm just not sure what it could be though."
Mike looked at her and saw how determined she was, and saw a glimmer of hope. They decided not to talk on the way back to the pad.
Rodeo had created a desk space out of the kitchen table. It was covered in paper, notes, pens, pencils, newspapers, magazines, and books. On the floor next to her was a pile of dirty dishes. She had pulled her hair back and was reading a set of notes. She was begining to show signs of fatigue, and was on the verge of falling asleap. At that time the phone rang.
"Get that." She said off-handedly. Mike, Davy, and Peter, who were sitting in front of the tv, looked up confused, completely distracted by the program they were watching. It took them a few minutes to figure out what she had said, then they heard the telephone. Peter got up and answered it.
"Hello? Yes, she's here, ok, I'll tell her." He put the phone to his chest and said:
"Rodeo, a Detective Howard said the reports are done, and there are copies waiting for you at the staion." Rodeo looked up, suddenly showing no signs of fatigue, and was completely awake.
"Tell him that I'll be right over."
After she left, Davy looked at Peter, and Peter looked at Mike.
"I've never seen someone go so long without sleep before and not look even a bit tired." Said Davy amazed.
"Yea, and she hasn't had any coffee." Remarked Peter. Mike looked over at the makeshift desk, lost in thought and said in a soft, but serious tone:
"I've never seen anyone look so determined." Davy looked at Mike confused, then a thought struck him.
"Mike, I've been wondering, why are you being so nice to Rodeo?" He said with an implying tone. Mike stoped looking at the mess at the table, and looked the Davy. For a second he did nothing, then he said:
"Unlike some people, I know how to be a gentleman."
