Hey everybody, I'm Ashley Banfield and this is Drop Dead serious. I'm telling you, every day

something else happens. Another shoe drops. And if I were David, the up and coming-coming R&B singer, I'd be shaking in my boots right now,

and I'd be hiring a phalanx of lawyers. Things keep developing in this mystery, even though

we're not finding out anything official from the LAPD.

And hey, I get it.

Detectives from the robbery and homicide unit are supposed to stay quiet.

They are.

That's their job.

Shut up.

Investigate.

Give good stuff to the prosecutor to mount a case.

And don't screw up the prosecution, right? So I get it.

They don't talk. They shouldn't. But that doesn't mean that the internet and a worldwide phalanx of sleuths isn't working out a lot of details on their own. And maybe even maybe helping those

detectives find connections, right?

You got millions of eyes going over all sorts of Reddit posts, etc.

It can only help detectives with a couple of leads.

Maybe they're even calling in leads.

But let me tell you what happened today.

Because today was yet another sort of vomiting of developments in the whole David's story.

Like, we now know a lot more about where he is and where he isn't.

That's all coming in a second.

But when David spelled D4VD went on tour in early August, that dude could not have imagined that he would have so much time on his hands in September.

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