Popular but secretive DJ Dark Crumpet keeps the Plastic Blast club hopping from dusk till dawn. Only a fire broke out last night, and when they opened up the mix room, they found no DJ but a very sophisticated smart frame running and a lot of dust. Seems the DJ's been MIA for a while, and no one is very happy. Except the competition, the club, and a bitter ex-wife? Looks like another long night for the Lone Star detectives.