In Chief Marquez's office . . .

"Adalet, I've got a special assignment today: the Pacific Bay Police received an invitation to a wedding in Inner City, and I want you to represent us!" Andrea tells her holding up the invitation.

Adalet's eyes bulged, "really? But what's so important about this wedding?"

"The father of the bride owns a shisha shop in the Bazaar, he's well-known in the District and has invited many influential members of the community. It's an honour to be among them," she answered, "what's more, the bride and groom are both Serbians, which means they are affiliated with the Russian community. Considering the recent tensions we've witnessed, I'll be glad to have my best agent there to keep an eye open."

"Haha, good luck with that, Adalet!" Frank laughed having overheard them from his desk, "half of all marriages end in divorce, but if they can't even get through the wedding day without police presence, it must be a match made in hell!"

"I take it you're volunteering to go with Adalet, Frank?" Andrea smirked, "I hope you have something other than that shirt to wear!"

"WHAT?! No way!" he yelled.

"Oh come on, Frank!" Adalet giggled, "who knows, you might actually have fun!"

"I am not dressing up in a money suit just to go to a stranger's wedding!" Frank declared.

"It says there's an open bar!" she says in a sing-song voice.

His eyes lit up, "well don't just stand there, Adalet, go home and get ready! We have a wedding to attend!"

At the wedding ceremony . . .

"Do you, Manka Radich, take Steve Srebnik to be your lawful wedded husband?" Padre Rafael asks the bride.

"I do!" Manka beams at her soon-to-be husband.

He then turned to the groom, "do you, Steve Srebnik, take Manka Radich to be your lawful wedded wife?"

"I do," Steve said loud and confidently.

"Do you, Frank Knight, take the buffet to be your lawful eaten dinner?" Frank whispered so only Adalet could hear, "oh yes I do! Let's head to the reception, Adalet!"

Adalet rolled her eyes, "reminded me again how old are you?"

At the wedding reception . . .

" Great! The bride and groom have said "yes" to one another, now we can get to the interesting part: the buffet!" Frank grins grabbing a flute of champagne, "I hope Siberian food is tasty!"

Before Adalet could give him her response, the bride stormed over to them. The Siberian woman looked like she was on a murderous rampage shoving through her guest to reach them.

"Hey, you, are you the police?" Manak demands, they had barely said yes before she was already continuing, "good! I can't find Papa! He disappeared after leading me to the altar, it's so embarrassing! You must go and find him!"

"Erm, don't you have bridesmaids to send on errands like this?" Frank asked tossing back his drink.

"Didn't you hear me?! Go and find my father! Argh," she tossed her hands up, "I thought choosing the wedding dress was stressful, but guests who don't follow instructions are worse!"

"Alright, erm, no need to panic," he gulps.

"Don't worry Mrs. Srebnik, we'll find him!" Adalet promised, "a quick look in the reception room and he'll be right with you!"

Adalet and Frank left the wedding venue and entered the reception hall. No one was to be inside for a little while so it shouldn't be too hard to find the father of the bride. Turns out it wasn't, the man was found impaled on the arrow of a standing heart decoration. Near the display, someone had knocked over a cupcake stand sending the desserts to the floor in a large sugary mess. Adalet also saw a powdery substance right next to the victim's feet and she scooped it up with a clean teacup. As she was doing that she spotted some broken porcelain near the table where the wedding couples' presents were kept.

"Adalet, you've just found the father of the bride impaled on a decoration!" Frank exclaimed seeing the arrow sticking out of the man's chest, "I bet the poor man didn't think this morning that he'd finish the day in Roxie's morgue!"

"I don't think most murder victims do, Frank," Adalet deadpanned (A/N: no pun intended!), "but right now, we need to call Roxie to come get this body, then start looking at the clues."

"But I see you're more interested in those cupcakes," he snickered seeing what she was looking at, "you glutton, you'd even pick them up from the floor!"

She rolled her eyes, "I don't want to eat them, I want to look through them!"

"To look under the pile, you say? Alright, let's dig in!" he said, "and this crystal powder, where did you pick this up?"

"It was near his body," she replied pointing to the spot.

"Near the body? Hm," he looked at the cup of powder, "I've heard about throwing rice at the newlyweds for good luck . . . But blue crystal?"

"It probably has nothing to do with the wedding," she agrees, "but it could have something to do with our murder!"

"You're right: What if it's related to the murder, and not the wedding?" he nods, "OK, let's look at the crystal under a microscope, to figure out what it is. And you found broken porcelain? OK, we'll fix it . . . But first I'll change back into normal clothes. I feel naked without my badge!"

"So will we talk to the bride after that?" she asks pulling something out of the dessert mess.

"I know, we also need to tell the bride her father is dead. Luckily, one of us has people skills . . ." he admitted, "and we both have bulletproof vests, just in case she loses her temper!"

"Somehow, I don't think she has a gun on her," Adalet said with an eye roll, "and look at this!"

"Did you like those cakes you nicked from the wedding, Adalet? Ah, you didn't eat any?" Frank teased seeing only her gloves covered in the sugary substance.

"Frank! The keychain!"

"But you found a keychain under the cakes?" he looked at what the logo was off, "advertising a business called Pipe Dreams! Nice!"

"Which must be the victim's shop! And this must also be its key!" she reasoned, "we better have a look!"

"Well, I'm going to go change, you coming?" he asked.

"I'll change after we're done here," she replied, "you go ahead, though."

Once Frank had left the reception hall, Adalet picked up the crystal powder. She placed a smaller sample of the stuff under her microscope and used her tablet to find out what it was. The powder turned out to be bathing salts and since the victim couldn't have had them on him, it must have been the killer who did.

Putting that aside she turned to the broken porcelain pieces. She managed to find out which pieces were from the bottom and worked her way up to the top. She glued each piece together with super glue and fanned each area to speed up the drying process. When the last shard of porcelain had been glued back into place, she saw that it was a vase she had repaired. As she finished packing up her supplies, Frank returned followed by Roxie with a gurney and body bag.

"Nice work, Adalet, you identified the coloured crystals you found near the victim's body! So, what was it?" Frank inquired seeing the sample was bagged and labelled.

"Bath salts!" Adalet answered, "not the drug, the actual kind used for bathing!"

"It's bathing salts? How the heck did bathing salts end up next to the victim's body?!" he cried obviously confused.

"Since our victim clearly didn't just get out of the bath," she says referring to his dry state, "those bathing salts must have been dropped by the killer!"

"You have a talent for restoring broken things, Adalet!" Frank remarked finally noticing the vase, "you should be a marriage counsellor, ha-ha! And that vase looks expensive!"

"It looks to be of Chinese origin," Adalet commented admiring the dragon design.

"You think the vase seems distinctly Chinese? Whatever, Adalet, it's just a vase, not a rare antique beer keg or something interesting like that," he joked.

"Frank, remember what nationality the couple is?" she says, "why would it be an odd present to give to a Serbian couple?"

"Because they're traditionally friends with the Russians!" he guessed, "mm, I agree, with the recent tension in the neighbourhood, it is an unusual gift. Alright, let's show it to Hannah, maybe she can figure out who gave it to the couple."

After they had helped to lead Roxie and the body out of the reception hall unseen, Adalet quickly changed into her normal attire before they went to see Manak. Once they were back in the wedding venue, they took the bride aside and Adalet informed her of her father's murder.

"What do you mean, Papa is dead?! How preposterous . . . He'd never do that to me on my wedding day!" Manaka shouted, well looks like they would have to inform the rest of the guests, "Capt. Adalet, when I told you to find him, I meant alive! Why is the police at my wedding if you can't keep Papa from embarrassing me in front of the guests?"

"Hey, lady, you don't seriously think everything revolves around your wedding?" Frank demanded, "your father has just been murdered! The most important thing now is to . . ."

"The most important thing now is to get me some chocolate, so I can recover from this shock," she sighed dramatically, "Papa has let me down all my life. But getting himself killed on my wedding day, this really takes the cake!"

At the Eastern Bazaar . . .

"So this is the shop the victim owned!" Frank looked at all of the pipes on display, "and you've already found the victim's cellphone? Oh, yes, there's the logo of his shop on it. I'll let you unlock it."

Adalet pouted, "you know you could help for once!"

"What do you mean I never help?" he smirked, "unlocking phones is your specialty!"

Adalet looked at the passcode screen of the phone and used the keypad to type in the code. It wasn't very hard to crack the victim's passcode and she had the phone unlocked quickly.

"Adalet, you've unlocked Radovan's phone in a flash! See, that's why I let you handle the difficult stuff!" Frank says.

"Yeah yeah," Adalet shakes her head, "let's just it to Hannah."

"Agreed, she'll tell us about Radovan's entire life based on this phone alone!"

At the office . . .

"What an unusual tradition," Roxie remarked, "bayoneting the father of the bride on Cupid's arrow! It seems extreme even for me, and I do think a wedding should be the party of a lifetime!"

"At least using such a corny sculpture as a murder weapon was keeping in theme with the wedding . . ." Frank offered.

"But get this: the victim's lungs are missing!" she reported, "they were removed after the murder! Which is really at odds with the hasty way the murder was committed!"

"Hmm, yes: a quick push against the sculpture, but then carefully remove the lungs? Weird!" he agreed, "but I'm sure Adalet will find out how it happened."

"Anyway, I found handprints on Radovan's body," she showed them a picture of the prints, "right where he was pushed, and I isolated some chemical residue on them: tobacco, mixed with flavoured liquid. It is used in shisha pipes!"

"So the killer who pushed Radovan against the arrow is a shisha pipe smoker?" Adalet mused, "that's a start! How about that vase and cell phone, Hannah?"

"Adalet, I've tracked down the vase you found at the wedding using the wedding gift registry!" Hannah explains, "it is a gift from Sue Xiong, the general manager of Inner City marketplaces. She owns most of the shops at the Bazaar."

"Well, the victim was a shopkeeper, it makes sense that he invited the marketplace boss to his daughter's wedding," Frank says.

"Yeah, but the vase Sue Xiong gave to the couple is a very unique piece. Very expensive!" she reports, "mind you, expensive gifts must be part of Sue Xiong's image. She's a very influential figure in the Asian community. As a successful businesswoman, she represents every immigrant's dream."

"A Chinese businesswoman at a Russian-friendly wedding?" Adalet ponders, "I think there could be more to this than meets the eye."

'I agree," Frank said, "We should talk to Sue Xiong!"

"Before you do that, Adalet, this cellphone you found in the victim's shop was a treasure trove! Radovan took lots of pictures of the marketplace," Hannah says as she handed Adalet a printout, "look: he regularly caught the same boy shoplifting around the Bazaar! A kid, about twelve years old. I checked him against our young offenders' register: he's a known shoplifter. An orphan lives on the streets and calls himself Ahmet. Poor little boy!"

"If Radovan took so many pictures of Ahmet, they must have known each other," Adalet reasoned, "and I bet we'll find him at the market!"

Back at the wedding venue . . .

"Ms. Xiong, why did you give such a generous gift to our victim's daughter?" Adalet questioned.

"Radovan was very kind to invite me to the wedding, it's only polite to bring a gift. And I'm from a different culture, so it was better to err on the side of generosity," Sue explained.

"A-ha! You wanted something from Radovan, didn't you!" Frank bet, "I bet you were trying to play off the Serbians against the Russians!"

"Capt. Adalet, your partner watches too many James Bond movies. Do you think I'm a Chinese agent seeking to start a war? That's very flattering," she chuckles, "but I'm afraid my life is less glamorous: I simply make business deals. Radovan was a shopkeeper, and therefore a partner."

"So you accepted the wedding invitation and sent a massive gift because of . . . work?" he frowned.

"Sorry to disappoint, Detective Knight," Sue smirked, "but that's exactly it. I work too much to waste time on spy adventures. I suggest you do the same. Good day!"

"Wow. This woman is hot!" Frank whistled once Sue had stalked off, "did you notice she compared me to James Bond? She was totally flirting with me!"

"No, she wasn't!" Adalet rolled her eyes, "she was avoiding my question!"

"What, you don't think she was flirting? You think she was just dodging the question about the wedding gift?" he shook his head, "no offence, Adalet, but I'm the expert on flirting . . ."

She raised an eyebrow, "this isn't a matching-making service, Frank."

"OK, I won't ask her out until we close the case," he promises, "but after that, she'll be fair game!"

Leaving the wedding venue Adalet and Frank returned to the bazaar. They walked around the alleys surrounding the victim's shop and stumbled across the orphan boy from the picture. They approached Ahmet and he paused his task of eating a loaf of bread.

"Go away!" Ahmet yelled as they approached, "I ain't talking to no cops, I'm a free man!"

"Good for you!" Frank grins, "now, give Capt. Adalet a hand with the investigation on Radovan Radich's murder and you won't get in trouble for stealing, okay?"

"The grumpy old cancer peddler kicked the bucket? My lucky day!" the boy beams, "he ain't gonna chase me down the street no more!"

"Ouch! Buddy, it's not very nice to be happy about someone's death!" he says.

"Why not? I didn't like him! And I don't like you, either!" he stuck out his tongue, "but it's OK, Mister Cop, 'cause you're too old and fat to run after me! Like Radovan, you'll have to die trying!"

With that being said, Ahmet bolted off and squeezed between a stack of crates and into an alleyway.

"Hey! Come back, you little . . ." Frank gave up trying as his face fell, "he didn't mean it, did he? Am I old and fat? I could totally catch him, Adalet!"

Adalet patted his shoulder, "I'm sure you could beat him, Frank . . . Just not in a foot race!"

"Who's side are you on anyway?!"

Later, in the office . . .

"This case is more complicated than I thought, Adalet. With so many people at the wedding, anyone could have pushed Radovan against Cupid's arrow," Frank complained, "the bride is hysterical about her ruined wedding and angry at her father . . . Then there's Sue Xiong, the Chinese market boss who sent an expensive gift but maintains it was only for business . . . A little thief, Ahmet, who likes to stir trouble at the Bazaar . . . But would he go a step too far and kill Radovan just so he stops chasing him?"

"Hey, Adalet," Hannah says as she enters the office, "there's something you have to see! I just did a little hacking into the Notarial Services Center . . ."

"You read wills and sale deeds in your free time?" Adalet asks.

"No, I just hack it for practice. But check this out: I've found the last will and testament of your victim!" she held out the freshly printed document, "and guess what: he changed his will just before he died! He'd changed it just before his daughter's wedding!"

"Really?!" she exclaimed as she skimmed the text.

"Initially, he was going to leave his pipe shop to Manka. But now, he's taken the business out of the will. Which means Manka won't inherit her father's shop!" she summed up the important part.

"If Manka was aware of this, she must have been very angry with her father!" she commented, "which means we gotta question her!"

" Adalet, I'm glad to find you here!" Andrea smiled as she joined the group, "I've just been informed that several of the wedding guests were at the Body and Beauty Spa right before the wedding. I want you to go there! But leave your swim trunks at home, Frank. You're going to the spa to investigate!"

"Aw!" Frank said with mock sadness.

Arriving at the Hamman Adalet and Frank entered the steamy room to look around. It was hard to see through all the steam but Adalet managed to find a trunk over fowling with massing tools and accessories near one of the massage tables.

"You picked up a trunkful of massage accessories, Adalet? They seem pretty harmless to me!" Frank comments.

"Have you never seen a harmless objected used for violence?" Adalet questioned.

"Sure, yeah, search the accessories for clues . . . You can give me a message, too, if you want!" he teased.

Adalet didn't grace that comment with a response. She dug through the tools and accessories inside the trunk and pulled out a small card. She flipped it over to see that it was a loyalty card registered to their victim and judging by the number of stamps he came her very often.

"You really have good instincts, Adalet!" Frank remarks, "this spa loyalty card you found among the massage accessories belonged to our victim. He must have come here often!"

"I think this might be an employee ID number," Adalet muses as she took a closer look at the card.

"There's a number on the card, you say? Do you think you can make it legible again?" he inquired to which he received a nod, "well if you'd rather fiddle with that instead of trying the sauna, it's up to you!"

Adalet looked at the missing parts of the ID number and took out a pencil. She connected the parts of the number and letters until she had a completed identification number for Radovan's masseuse.

"Ok, Adalet," Frank smirks, "you've made the number on the victim's spa loyalty card visible again. Let's see if Hannah can tell us what the number means!