The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you

to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching their peak in the afternoon.

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Is Hidden Killers with Tony Bruske.

Here now, Tony Bruske.

When the LAPD opened the front trunk of that impounded Tesla of David's D4VD, whatever

you want to call him, they didn't find equipment, luggage, or even a bad battery.

They found Celeste Rebus Hernandez.

And she wasn't popping up like a jack in the box.

Hey, you found me.

No, that was not the scene.

They found a body.

Not the kind you'd expect in a Beverly Hills impound lot, not a casualty of speed or heat, a decomposing human body wrapped up and hidden in the storage compartment of a car.

The car wasn't registered to some random unknown.

It belonged to David Anthony Burke, known as David, D4VD.

Not to be confused with his brother, Blu-ray, spelled also very bizarrely.

He's not just some indie artist with Spotify pages.

This is a kid who blew up with aching intimate lyrics,

charting songs about isolation, heartbreak, and youth. The kind of vulnerability that connects

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