The Case of the Stolen Elvis Paintings

“I fell so bad. I’m all shook up about it,” Daddy Parker cried. “I can’t believe that someone stole my valuable collection of Elvis paintings!”
Detectives Davis and Moreno surveyed the empty walls of the King of Memphis Art Gallery.
“You can be sure that if we find this devil in disguise, he’ll be doing the jailhouse rock!” Moreno said.
“First, we need your cooperation quickly. It’s now or never. Can you tell us if you know anyone who may have had more than a passing interest in getting these pictures without paying for them?” Davis asked.
Parker scratched his head. “Let me think. I know I got stung. I seem to remember that there were some potential buyers who wanted to buy them for prices which were too low for me to accept. Let me see if I can find their names,” he replied as he looked through his address book.
He wrote down several names and numbers and handed them to the policemen.
“I beg of you, I went from being king of the whole wide world to heartbreak hotel in one night. Please get them back to me if you can,” Parker pleaded.
“Don’t cry, Daddy,” Moreno said with reassurance. There’s no need for crying in the chapel. I’m sure that we’ll get our suspicious minds together to solve this case and get the thief to surrender his ill-gotten goods soon.
Davis was soon making calls to several possible suspects in the case.
“Some valuable artwork has been stolen and I wonder if you knew anything about it,” he asked.
“I don’t know anything,” Frankie N. Johnnie said. “Don’t be cruel to me. I’m just a poor boy since my baby left me. I’m more into writing now.”
“I don’t have too much to tell you,” Teddy Bear said. I don’t know anything about portraits anyway. But I could ask my little sister, though.”
“Well, I’ll be a hound dog!” U.S. Male exclaimed. “Some pictures were stolen, you say? Looks like someone’s good luck charm wasn’t working. Sorry, I can’t help.”
“Listen, mister, I’m a hard-headed woman,” Priscilla Loveme snapped. “I don’t have to say anything to you. I’m not your Bossa Nova Baby, so beat it!”
“Was it a burglary?” Loveme Tender asked. “You might try looking in the ghetto for it. No, I haven’t seen any new pieces recently.”
“Do you have any leads?” Moreno asked.
“You can bet your blue suede shoes,” Davis replied.

WHO DID DAVIS SUSPECT?

THE ANSWER
He suspected Teddy Bear. Davis only mentioned that artwork was stolen, but Teddy acted like he knew more than he did when he spoke of “portraits.” Soon afterwards, he was doing the jailhouse rock!