I'm going to write out a story. Before I start, I'd like to remind everyone that in the "confession" at the end of this case in the game, the "culprit" only confessed to being scared of getting caught by the victim; the confession to killing him was only implied. But what if the thing they were nervous about saying (aside from what the victim was about to expose them for) is that after the victim scared them, they contributed to his death by telling someone else something that lead to him being killed?
I will admit that I ignored some weird detail about how there were two ways to access the cargo hold (the elevator and the door out of the attendants' room), and Cammy only had access to one of them unless she stole something from Rhoda; and about how it left a record if you take the elevator down to the cargo room, but you could still leave the cargo area without leaving a record. That part confused me and I don't remember the details, so I'm leaving it out of my story and assuming that both attendants can get in and out of the cargo area (even though passengers can't.)
Get ready for my little fanfic!
"Maam, I need you to show me to the cargo hold."
"I need to examine the plane's cargo area."
"Oh, uh, sorry, but passengers are not authorized..."
"Akbey Hicks, Interpol." He showed his badge and ID.
"Uh, uh, uh..." Cammy didn't know what to do at this point. She was very worried.
"I have a warrant here."
"Um, okay, right this way, I guess." Well, we don't have anything illegal down there on this flight yet, she thought to herself. She used her ID to lead him down to the cargo hold.
"Thank you for your cooperation, maam." He said.
"So, can I ask what this is about?"
"It says on the warrant that we're looking for evidence of smuggling and artifact forgery, especially relating to Borginian statues. We suspect that a member of this flight crew is involved in illegal activity. It isn't you, is it?"
"Oh, uh, of course not! I, like, get tired too easily to be able to pull off a crime!"
"Well, I hope for your sake it's not you." Agent Hicks began surveying the area from above. At first, Cammy didn't see the point of this, though she didn't like that he was scoping out the area where they would store fakes. It dawned on her that things would look different if he came back down here later, and that the statue that should be there, that she had recently signed off as being there, wasn't.
Cammy ran to go find her accomplice. Aside from overreacting when surprised, the other smuggler on the plane always seemed to emotionally "have it together" more than Cammy, despite Cammy's capacity for coming up with ideas in a limited amount of time and creating false appearances. Agent Hicks was too preoccupied to pay much attention to her leaving. As Cammy entered the flight attendants' room and quickly shut the door behind her, she saw Rhoda coming in. "Rhoda! Rhoda!" Cammy yelled. "There's an Interpol agent in the cargo room!"
"WHAT?! How did an agent get in there?" Rhoda's hair flew up from her surprise while she said this.
"I let him in. He had a warrant. What could I do? It's not like I could refer this to the captain!"
"That's true; even your sleazy smile wouldn't get rid of the captain's suspicions if he caught wind of this. But you should've at least told me first!"
"Uh... anyway, I, uh, think he's already noticed that the statue isn't here like it should be. He said something about looking for it or something."
"*** I'm a spammy Spambot that wants to be ban hammered! ***... let me go see what's going on!"
Without another word, Rhoda walked over toward the cargo bay door. Cammy needed a moment to rest and collect her thoughts, and was afraid of the Interpol agent, so she didn't follow right away.
Rhoda couldn't believe what a mess Cammy had allowed. As usual, I'm probably going to have to do most of the work around here, Rhoda thought to herself. She went into the cargo room and saw what she assumed must be the Interpol agent from behind. He appeared to take a picture with his cell phone. She tried to think fast, but it was hard to think clearly. She realized that if things looked different in the hold when he came back later, it would show when the illegal fake cargo had arrived. If he talks to the cargo guy in Zheng Fa who's with the ring, he'll tell him that I was his contact, she realized with a shock. Who knew what else this agent could do? He had to be stopped!
Cammy was still trying to figure out what they could do about the Interpol agent when she heard the faint sound of something that sounded like a man yelling coming from the direction of the cargo hold. What is going on in there, she wondered, alarmed. She ran into the cargo room and saw Rhoda more tense than Cammy had ever seen her before. "Where is he?" Cammy whispered.
"Ahhh!" Rhoda shouted a bit and jumped when Cammy spoke to her. "He's... he's... Ohhhh... You won't believe it, but... just look down there."
Cammy looked over the low railing and was appalled by what she saw. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! What did you do to him?!"
"Keep it down! I... I did what I had to."
When they had regained a fraction of their wits, Rhoda and Cammy went down to where the agent's body was. "There's no way he's going to make it," said Rhoda. "He might already be dead."
"Do you think we could try to smuggle his body off the plane in Zheng Fa? There's less security and more of a ring presence at the airport there than at our destination airport."
"No," said Rhoda. "There's only one guy from the ring in the cargo crew there, and while Zheng Fa doesn't have any statue authenticity experts or strict controls on what leaves the country, their customs agency is thorough enough that they would catch anything with blood on it coming off the plane."
"So there's no way to hide the body?" Cammy blew some bubbles in frustration.
"No, but we can hide the fact that he died in the cargo hold. We can make it look like a passenger did it, as long as we hide the fact that he died here."
"How can we hide that, though?"
"We clean up the blood, then move the body."
"I guess we should get cleaning then. Hmm, but what do we clean with?" Cammy mused. "Let me take a look around... Ooh! There's some cloth here!"
"Oh, it says on the box here in Borginian that it has cloth in it. Hmm... Hmm... Hey, maybe we should try to make it look like he died after we got to Zheng Fa!" The cogs in Cammy's head were really turning now as she thought as hard as she could. She wasn't just going to hide the fact that a flight attendant did it; she was going to make sure that Rhoda took the blame if someone figured out that a flight attendant did it. She had no problem scamming people out of tens of thousands of dollars with fake artifacts, so tricking a murderer wasn't going to disrupt her frequent need to sleep. Besides, getting Rhoda busted was no worse than pinning it on an innocent passenger.
"Well, like, no one will notice that we used cloth if there's no cloth on the plane!"
"What about the cloth with blood on it that we can't unload?"
I'll plant it somewhere that makes you look guilty, Cammy thought. I'll pin the murder and the smuggling on you. Though, it would be better if they didn't come down here, or find things on that form I signed... "I'll take care of that if you take care of the body."
"Hmmph." Rhoda said, as she and Cammy finished wiping up the blood. "I think I'll use my suitcase to carry his body onto the elevator."
"Okay, you go do that! All this cleaning has made me... YAWN! ... tired! I'm going to take a snooze now."
"You can't seriously be thinking about sleeping at a time like this!"
No, Rhoda, I just want you out of here so that I can plant some evidence in your locker. That cell phone will work... Cammy tried to slip the victim's cell phone into her pocket when Rhoda wasn't looking.