Oh no! The fuzz!!

“Tina Stark. You know her?” Detective Graham was tired of Gains already.
“Only from TV. What’s she doing here?” Gains answered. He recognized Tina from a television show that was cancelled four years ago.
“Well, she had an audition at a theater in Columbus tomorrow, but I don’t think she’ll make it. How about you Gains?”
Gains seemed calm to the detective, but he was pissed off that some 27-year old police academy graduate was acting like a hot shot in his house. There was nothing to explain about the body: he’d never met the girl, doesn’t know any famous people, and most of all didn’t know why she was on his farm. Maybe it was a coincidence that some freak that had killed her and happened to pull off the road at his house and dumped her body there by the Christmas trees. Gains didn’t believe this for a minute—no one goes down Otterbein Road unless they need to. No, it was clear to Darren Gains that someone had intentionally used his farm as the dumping spot, but that was something he didn’t want Detective Graham to know.
“What play?” asked Gains.
“Excuse me?”
“What play was she auditioning for in Columbus?”
“Why do you care, Gains?” Graham had lost his patience hours ago.
“I figure I’m going to be here for a little while, since you’re not done with me yet. I just want to know the facts. I mean, she was on my farm, which makes her my dead chick. So, what play was it, Det. Graham?”
Graham paused after this question a moment, flipped through his memo pad where he had scrawled some notes. He found the play, “It was with Midwest Productions, something called ‘Planet of the Aces.’”
“Planet of the Aces?” Gains had never heard of it.
“That’s what it says, ‘a musical production of Planet of the Aces!’”
Gains laughed.
“Don’t you mean ‘Planet if the Apes?’” Gains didn’t say it out loud, but he was starting to think that Tina Stark had hit rock bottom. “Who’s producing it? Who was she auditioning in front of?”
“You’re not supposed to be asking the questions, you old low-life. What were you doing last night at 11PM?” Graham was really fired up now.
Gains stayed calm and simply explained his activities (mainly watching TV, except that he was at the Red Mill, his local bar, from 8:30 to midnight just to watch TV somewhere else). He provided the phone number of the bar, which Graham directed another officer to dial and check Darren’s alibi. Gains then added, “I have cooperated with you Det. Graham. I don’t know where this broad came from or why she’s here, someone must have dumped her in my yard just to ditch the body. But, it might have something to do with whoever she was going to go see, so who was it?”
Graham was beyond annoyed with this old man, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take him in for the murder unless they get some very convincing lab results. Graham knew that he probably didn’t kill her, if he had, it probably would have been with that ancient shotgun. No, Gains wouldn’t bother taping the girl up, he’d just throw her in the back of a truck and bash her head a few times so she couldn’t move. He flipped open the notebook again and found the producer, Robert Ore, written underneath “Planet of the Aces.”
“Robert Ore? No, I don’t think I ever heard of him, but I don’t know many folks in the theater biz,” Gains said. “It’s all too weird for me.”
“Well Gains, thanks for nothing. We’re done here for now, but some other folks will probably be down here tomorrow to check the scene again. Say, how do we get out of this place, anyway?”
“Take Otterbein Road all the way down to the highway,” Gains couldn’t believe someone could forget something so simple. “Just don’t drive like a moron and you’ll be fine,” he added.
After another hour, all of the detectives, officers, investigators, and whoever else was in his house were gone. It was just Gains and Rita again, and it had never felt emptier. He didn’t think about this long; instead he picked out a phone book for Columbus County. It was two years outdated, but he didn’t anticipate too many changes. Midwest Productions was not in this phone book, but Robert Ore was.