By the time the group got there, the police had already cordoned off the area with yellow tape. In fact, the whole street was blocked off. There were about ten black and whites there plus the lead detective. The first officers on the scene, Officers Jason and Park quickly took pictures of the scene and the outside surrounding area. This was done after the two had completed a walk around the area to see if anyone or perhaps the assailant was around.The ambulance had been called upon the officers finding out Mark was still breathing, although faintly. It had come and gone by the time the group had arrived, to talk with the police.Upon their arrival, the band learned of Mark being hurt when Officer Peluso came outside of the building and started talking to Louis.“We found him lying passed out in the studio. He had a pretty nasty wound. Looked like someone sliced him open. Papers were everywhere. After we searched the studio, we noticed the board was playin

Later that night…The band met up at the hospital to see Mark. As they walked into the quiet, sanitary-smelling soulless hospital each remembered the last time they were there. A friend had been shot down by the police. He was mistaken for a notorious drug dealer wanted on multiple counts of possession, with the intent to distribute. The friend had tried to explain to the officers they were making a mistake, but they didn't listen. In fact, they told him he was worthless, should off himself to make their job easier. When he reached in his pocket for identification, they all opened fire. The first bullet alone would have killed him, but they shot him 15 times. When they got to the hospital, his mother was not even weeping. She was just staring, with an empty glazed look in her eyes.The band shook off the memories as they wandered into the hospital near the front desk. They asked which room Mark was in and on what floor. They were informed he was still in intensi

The group gathered at the restaurant at 6:00 p.m. Tonight Louis was going to introduce Darwin, the private investigator to them. If they remember right, she helped catch the Black Dahlia last year, which had hit all the newspapers from the moment they walked her in handcuffs to the courtroom.Montmartre was a French name, but it served strictly American cuisine. The walls were covered in pictures of the previous owners dating back to 1935. The interior décor had been changed over the years. The tables and booths were placed haphazardly throughout the restaurant. The carpet was muddy brown, with white speckles scattered. The walls were the same muddy brown as the carpet. The space wasn't the place where the up-and-coming holdout, but it served great food.Darwin was the first to arrive as was her way.  She has dressed in a pinstripe black and white tailored pantsuit, with five-inch black heels and her afro was on point. Her makeup was sedate and not overstat

The group had been waiting to hear news from the hospital for a couple of weeks now. He had slipped into a coma-like state and had been that way since the actual stabbing. Mark had not responded to anyone who tried to talk to him, not even his wife. So, the doctors had told them to wait. Night after night, the group waited in the sterile hospital room. The walls were white. The sheets were white. It had that antiseptic smell. The smell they could not get over.The boys were worried. He was their rock. Throughout all of the bad times, the boys could always count on Mark. When the group appeared to be headed towards the shelf because of the fight they had with their previous member, Abdul, over rights to a song and lyrics. Mark was there. He helped them see that the differences would not be gotten over until they could come to an agreement. The hardest thing to do was to tell Abdul that he was no longer part of the group. The very first gig they sang at as the group “Drea