Blue Street Fiddle Blues

Arathae couldn't believe it, he was finally a cop. All he had to do was move to Fiddlersburg in Fiddle County. Nothing conspicuous there....

The paved highway soon gave way to a stretch of gravel roads as far as the eye can see, hills drenched the landscape and the drive soon turned to be quite boring. Arathae slipped in a CD full of calming music that suited his tastes,
"CRAWLING IN MY SKIN!" It wasn't edgy enough, but he didn't mind, it would at least keep him awake for the long drive ahead. After a soul-crushing three hour drive, his spirits peaked when he saw a sign that said, "Welcome to Fiddlersburg, definitely no fiddlers here." The sign was in the shape of a fiddle.

It was midnight when the new cop arrived, he saw a shape shift in the dark, he became suspicious of this sketchy outline of a person who may just be a guy on a walk but what do we know? Arathae approached and politely said,
"Sir, what are you doing out he..." The light of a speaker flared to life as the shrill chorus of a fiddle filled the air.
"DEVIL WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA, LOOKIN FOR A SOUL TO STEAL!" The force of the poorly played fiddle blew the new cop off his feet.
"Halt! You have committed crimes against Arathae and his dignity. What say you in your defence?" Arathae barked at his assailant!
"I'd rather die than go to prison!" Barked the Phantom Fiddler! A little thing of text appeared in the Fiddler's eyes, "40 bounty added to Fiddlemarch."
Arathae attempted to arrest his attacker but the next part is a mystery, definitely not because the author is too lazy to write it. Arathae woke up without his boots, his clothes, and his bike and a sticky note stuck to him saying,
"Y'ALL GOT FIDDLED!"

Who could this heinous Fiddler be in the town of Fiddlersburg? Arathae knew this would be a matter of life and death, a tale of sex, drugs, and birthday parties.