In a chilling twist to one of Hollywood’s darkest mysteries, singer D4vd’s once-lavish Hollywood Hills mansion stands barren and stripped bare, just weeks after police tore through it in a frantic search linked to the gruesome discovery of 14-year-old Celeste Rivas Hernandez’s dismembered remains in his Tesla trunk. As loved ones laid the chronic runaway to rest in a heartfelt graveside service, the 20-year-old pop sensation was nowhere to be seen—fading into the shadows after abruptly ending his world tour and bolting from his $20,000-a-month rental. Now, explosive new details on a terrifying swatting hoax at his family’s Texas home have investigators whispering: Is D4vd dodging a deadly frame-up, or is he the key to unraveling Celeste’s horrifying final days? With no arrests, no suspects, and a gutted crime scene, this saga screams cover-up—and the silence is deafening.
Celeste’s tragic chapter closed on a somber note last week, 28 days after her mutilated body was unearthed in the impounded Tesla registered to D4vd (real name David Anthony Burke). TMZ captured poignant photos from the Los Angeles cemetery, where family and friends gathered for a graveside farewell to the seventh-grader who’d vanished for over a year and a half amid a turbulent home life plagued by runaways and sheriff visits. Heartbreakingly, D4vd—rumored by some to have been her boyfriend despite the six-year age gap—was MIA among the mourners. Where is the “Here With Me” hitmaker? Off the grid since cops swarmed his Hollywood Hills pad on September 18, just 10 days after Celeste’s remains surfaced. He cut his global tour short, his manager shattering the pricey lease a mere week later, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and abandoned belongings.
The mansion’s makeover? A frantic frenzy that reeks of desperation to erase the past. NewsNation’s team witnessed crews last week dumping boxes, crates, and bags into a trailer like yesterday’s trash— a far cry from the professional movers who handled D4vd’s hasty exit. The landlord, itching to flip the property for a fresh tenant, orchestrated the purge, tossing anything left behind as “junk.” But was it really junk, or vital evidence in a case that’s already a forensic nightmare? Police had ransacked the place under warrant, carting off items that could link D4vd to Celeste—matching tattoos, leaked tracks with her name, whispers of a secret romance where insiders thought she was 19. Now, with the house hollowed out, skeptics cry foul: Why let potential clues hit the dumpster? Is this a clean slate for D4vd, or a blatant bid to bury the truth?
Adding fuel to the frenzy: A bizarre swatting prank that turned D4vd’s suburban Houston family home into a SWAT standoff nightmare. On September 18—the same day as the house raid—a disguised 911 caller spun a web of terror, reporting “gunshots and screaming” with a “dead body” inside. Audio obtained by TMZ exposes the hoaxer’s voice-mangling antics: “Okay… what’s going on? All so Morgan close here residents were they? Their work?” The dispatcher presses: “Why do you believe somebody dead? Or just want scream home?” The caller fumbles: “Scream… that was it… female scream.” Cops stormed the remote property guns blazing, only to find D4vd’s bewildered parents insisting, “Nothing happened… Someone’s messing with us.” The out-of-state number pinged the address, but it was all smoke—no threats, no victims, just pure panic.
No charges have surfaced from the swatting stunt, and its tie to Celeste’s case remains a shadowy “we don’t know.” But the timing? Eerily perfect. Was it a vengeful fan, a jealous rival, or someone gunning to rattle D4vd amid the mounting scrutiny? Investigators are probing every angle—from Celeste’s runaway history (11 sheriff calls to her home in 14 months) to rumors of a forbidden fling that could’ve exploded if her true age surfaced. Toxicology delays keep the cause of death a black box—overdose panic? Foul play? Statutory red flags? D4vd’s powerhouse lawyer, Blair Burke (of Weinstein fame), is circling the wagons, but his silence on condolences or connections speaks volumes. As one insider quipped, “If he had nothing to hide, wouldn’t he say something?”
This isn’t just a pop star’s bad PR—it’s a ticking true-crime bomb. Celeste, a vulnerable teen chasing dreams in Tinseltown, deserved better than rotting in a trunk while her alleged link vanishes into thin air. With the mansion emptied and swatting echoes fading, is D4vd rebuilding his empire on a foundation of forgotten evidence? Or is Hollywood’s underbelly hiding a deeper conspiracy? Fans and sleuths are demanding answers: Where’s D4vd? Who swatted his family? And will justice finally trunk this nightmare? Drop your theories below—Team Frame-Up or Team Fugitive? The spotlight’s on, and the shadows are closing in.
