Last Night, a party gone wrong

There was a party at my grandmother's old house. It was this beautiful 70s style ranch, big windows, a lovely pool and huge backyard. It appeared to be the 20s, and I was throwing a wild party. I think I was a man. But then a body floated to the surface. And then it cut to my loft, another body was found. It was the Prince of Wales. I only used this loft for when I was in the city, to party, and I lent him the key because he wanted a place where, "he could get away from it all." I was talking to the police. It was raining.