FBI FINALLY Reveals D4vd’s Driving License Found In The Tesla Correlates With The Murder!

When the news first came out, it was reported that there was a body in his car that had been there for an extended period of time before being found. It was too badly decomposed to be identified. David’s girlfriend’s body was found in his Tesla, but many gave him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he didn’t do it. I even said to a friend when it first came out, “I feel like the Fortnite kid who’s pretty normal didn’t do something like this.”

But now his driver’s license was inside that very car, directly tying him to the murder. Why did he kill her? And why was the truth buried for so long? I’ve got the full story. Let’s get into it.

The day the block got shook. Picture this: September 8th, 2025. Just another Tuesday morning at the Hollywood Tow Yard where working folks are just trying to get their bread. But on this particular day, the workers at Hollywood Tow on Mansfield Avenue caught a whiff of something that would haunt their dreams for years to come. That funky smell wasn’t leftover Chinese food or dirty gym socks. Nah, this was the smell of death.

When these dudes popped the front trunk of this abandoned Tesla, they found some sick mess nobody should ever have to see. Wrapped up in a bag like yesterday’s garbage was the decomposed, chopped-up body of what would later be identified as 15-year-old Celeste Rivas Hernandez. Baby girl was so far gone that it took the medical examiner over a week just to figure out who she was, relying on dental records and a distinctive tattoo to confirm what everybody in the streets already suspected.

But here’s where this story gets real twisted. This wasn’t just any random whip sitting in some lot. This Tesla belonged to David Anthony Burke, better known to millions of fans as David—the 20-year-old pretty boy who went from making Fortnite videos in his mama’s basement to dropping chart-topping hits. Dude was supposed to be this wholesome, churchgoing artist who made music about love and heartbreak. Turns out, he was keeping some real dark secrets.

The investigation into singer David intensified after the body of a teenager was discovered in a Tesla linked to him. From canceled tours to social media revelations, new developments were raising serious questions about their supposed relationship and the ongoing probe.

The timeline was foul. This Tesla had been sitting abandoned in the Hollywood Hills for damn near 3 weeks before anybody even bothered to tow it. Neighbors talked about how the car kept moving around the block since May, like somebody was playing some sick game of musical parking spots. The city finally got tired of complaints and towed it on September 5th. But it took another 3 days for yard workers to discover the horror waiting inside.

That’s why when the news first broke, most people assumed David couldn’t have possibly done it. He looked too clean-cut, too normal. But that was just the camouflage. Celeste, man—this story breaks your heart into a million pieces. She had just turned 15 the day before they found her body, which means she never even got to blow out her birthday candles. Baby girl was just a regular teen who loved Hello Kitty and dreamed about escaping the hood.

Celeste had been going missing on and off since 2024, with her family reporting her gone at least three different times. Her last disappearance was in April 2024. They’d been looking for their baby girl for over a year when the worst possible news finally came knocking.

Here’s what really got the hood heated: David’s camp responded with straight disrespect. His people put out a weak statement saying he was “cooperating with authorities” while this fool was still out here performing like nothing happened. He was literally on stage the night after they found the body, throwing merch into the crowd. The audacity was unreal.

Once the streets started talking, the industry moved quick to distance themselves. Brands like Crocs and Hollister dropped his contracts faster than a hot plate. His label, Interscope, froze his promotions. Artists who collaborated with him scrubbed his name from their work. When the money dries up, you know something real bad went down.

The Tesla wasn’t even far—it was towed from around the corner from his Hollywood Hills mansion, a crib his manager was renting for 20K a month. This wasn’t across town. He basically dumped a body in his own backyard. Meanwhile, a photo surfaced showing him in Lake Elsinore, five minutes from where Celeste lived. That’s not coincidence.

The LAPD’s robbery-homicide division took over, but their slow pace pissed people off. They kept saying David wasn’t officially a suspect, even though all the evidence was screaming otherwise. The cautious approach had folks heated, especially when you consider how different the response might’ve been if Celeste was a rich white girl from Beverly Hills instead of a Latina teen from the hood.

As evidence piled up, it got uglier. Celeste’s mom revealed her daughter had a “shhh” tattoo on her finger—the exact same tattoo David had. And then came the bombshell: Celeste’s mom said her daughter was “dating someone named David” before she went missing. That shifted this from coincidence to nightmare.

Teachers even confirmed Celeste had bragged about meeting David online years earlier, through gaming platforms like Roblox. Screenshots from Discord leaked, allegedly showing David talking to someone named Celeste. Photos showed them together, often with her face turned away. An unreleased track called “Celeste” leaked, with lyrics that sounded like he was singing about her directly. Fans realized even his biggest hit, “Romantic Homicide,” lined up disturbingly with her birthday and disappearance.

By the time LAPD finally raided his Hollywood Hills mansion on September 17th, the streets had already done half the detective work. They walked out with computers, electronics, and multiple evidence bags. But the delay—letting David keep touring and potentially destroy evidence—made people wonder if his celebrity status bought him time.

Meanwhile, the community wasn’t letting it slide. Vigils popped up in Lake Elsinore. Hashtags like #JusticeForCeleste trended everywhere. His shows got canceled, his career burned, but his streaming numbers spiked—proving how twisted the fascination with crime can be.

Even his defenders started switching sides. Streamers and influencers who first said “he couldn’t have done it” backtracked and unfollowed him. The industry pulled away like rats fleeing a sinking ship. The mask was cracking.

This wasn’t just about David. This was about fame, exploitation, and how predators hide in plain sight, using their “good boy” image as cover. What started as a routine day at a tow yard ended up exposing one of the darkest scandals in the music industry. And the reckoning? It was just beginning.