Bros.-Satan: 3 Onside

Crime-fiction of evil incident at a Summer's eve drive-in theater/park where suspect and conspiracy-potential makes for an inspector's (very-special) jewelry.

Triplets crime-psyche portrait/fiction. Happy Summer, all 

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INSPECTOR: I'll get to the bottom of these things of darkness/mystery, Bros.-Satan!

BROS.-SATAN (Amlan/Ajay/Adarsh): Maybe only one of us is guilty; we stay silent!

INSPECTOR: Either one of you committed this drive-in crime; or worked in unison.

BROS.-SATAN: We're but affable American Homeland Slovak-Algerian citizens/artists.

INSPECTOR: I doubt your travel-circus for Summer drive-in time was less than Hell.

BROS.-SATAN: Why would one of us, or all of us, make 'mark' of a random woman?

INSPECTOR: I get this feeling there's deep troubles here, triplets...that's inquiry.

BROS.-SATAN: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

INSPECTOR: So, you're identical brothers, triplets, with some psyche-share secret(s).

BROS.-SATAN: Maybe two of us triplets had popcorn while the third bloody killed.

INSPECTOR: Maybe the two who were 'distracted' offered a triplet-bros alibi for all!

BROS.-SATAN: This bloody-murdered American woman at the drive-in...a princess?

INSPECTOR: Maybe you lured her with your triplets-circus act and crafted suicide?

BROS.-SATAN: Maybe the tragic woman was mourning loss of friend on screen!

INSPECTOR: Maybe Miss Shelbye O'Hara did spot a friend at the drive-in for tears!

BROS.-SATAN: If the two of us had popcorn and the third crafted the kill, it's quiet.

INSPECTOR: Well, either the single-bro culprit has drawn you all in, or it's a team.

BROS.-SATAN: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty)?

INSPECTOR: I demand to know which of you triplets was in that white-mask on-eve?

BROS.-SATAN: Maybe we took-turns wearing the circus-mask at the drive-in, sir!

INSPECTOR: Which two of you (Ajay/Adarsh?) had the popcorn while the 3rd flew?

BROS.-SATAN: All of us knew Miss Shelbye O'Hara, inspector.

INSPECTOR: We've been tracking your circus-act for gossip about bloody-murder.

BROS.-SATAN: We remain united triplets for our shared psyche and stay quiet team!

INSPECTOR: Maybe all the Bros.-Satan will benefit from the death of Shelbye, eh?

BROS.-SATAN: She'd become a royal advocate/sponsor/benefactor for our circus!

INSPECTOR: Aha, take the citation she promised in her will and benefit...as team!

BROS.-SATAN: Perhaps you've overlooked that cooler notion one of us loved her?

INSPECTOR: I suspect if only one of you triplets committed the crime, the love's lost.

BROS.-SATAN: We're to get $10M from Ms. O'Hara by Halloween (Facebook-like).

Shelbye was found dead at the Summer drive-in; and she left in her will special gift for the Bros.-Satan' circus act of roaming thrills. However, the Inspector, who'd tracked them all over our 'fare-rich' Blue-Planet of incomplete-distances readings of leviathan/uncertainty, had cues/clues to the evil circus 'gossip-tie' with varied thefts and bloody murders, some with the more aristocratic-benefactors ellipses of Earth's treasure-chests. Was Shelbye a suicide-case or the dark 'deed' image of hyperbole committed by one (or all!) of the methodical artists, the Bros.-Satan (triplets with a certain 'shared' psyche of Heaven/Hell)? What happened at that Summer drive-in that eve? That's what the stalking inquiring Inspector hoped to determine for an 'examination' of a touch-of-evil (Facebook-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)