The Death of Ricardo

As Ricardo looked out the window of his new house he reflected on his life up until now. His hasty flight from Spain left him little time to come to terms with what had happened to him over the last number of months. But now he was settling in to a picturesque part of the Irish countryside and was beginning to enjoy the life of an Irish man. He had just spent his fist day drinking and his first night puking. ‘Beautiful’ he said to himself ‘such a simple way to pass time but it sure beats doing nothing’. He stood there for a while trying to figure out if that statement made any sense or if he was still intoxicated from the night before. It was while he was doing this that he thought he saw a figure at the end of the garden. It was evening and the light was fading fast but he was sure he had seen something. He put on his coat and hat, got a torch from the cupboard and went out to investigate. As he got to the end of the garden he looked around and finding nothing he decided it was a false alarm and turned to go back to the house. As the light from his torch passed the tree he thought he saw an arm but when he looked back there was nothing there. Ricardo decided to return to the house, as he walked towards the front door he decided that he was being paranoid. He was still a little unused to having so much space around him his only neighbor was a collage student named Robert. As he walked into the kitchen he noticed a 5 euro note on the ground. ‘Score’ he said and bent down to pick it up, it was at this moment that the figure walked up behind him and struck him on the back of the head.
The next day Robert was out for his daily jog and noticed the front door of his neighbor’s house was wide open. “Oh yes” said Robert aloud that bastard Ricardo owes me a cup of sugar and now’s my chance to get it back.” Robert walked in to the kitchen and opened the door to the store room and discovered what police later told him was Ricardo.
Robert called the police and they sealed off the house and a detective walked over to question Rob.
“What happened to his face” asked Rob.
“Apparently he tried to bite through his own face to escape whoever killed him. Damnedest thing the coroner is still puking his guts up after seeing it.”
“This house is haunted” said Rob.
“HAHA. Shut up kid” said the detective “Ricardo has just moved into this house and you’re the only suspect. Have you spoken to anyone about Ricardo?”
“Well I mentioned him on a blog on the internet. But wasn’t he from Spain? Maybe he was in some trouble…”
“SHUT UP KID. I don’t fuckin tell you how to study you don’t tell me how to detect. Now all of your internet friends are suspects too. See how that works?” sneered the detective.
Over the next few weeks the cops checked everyone and disregarded anyone with an alibi. Sabe and Jessie are in another country, Ian had been erased from existence by his hair a week or two before and the hair had been out on a date with an attractive woman. Leaving only Robert, Kelly, M, X, Daly and David Addison for the police to question further.