“Did you know that Travis’ body was residing only ten feet from your kitchen?” Harry asked, nodding her head up and down as if that would encourage me to admit guilt.
“Of course not,” I replied hoarsely. I wasn’t even sure that dead bodies resided, It seemed to me that their residing days were over.
“Do you know who buried his body there?”
“Do you know why someone would pick your property on which to do such a thing?”
I snapped. I reached out and gave the bulbous end of the microphone a sharp turn, imagining that I was twisting little Harry’s head right off her shoulders.
“Ouch,” Harry said, releasing the microphone into my hands.
I gave Sam, the cameraman, the cut sign. Although he had a crush on Harry that led him to obey her every whim, even he looked relieved to shut off the camera.
“C’mon, Victoria, this could be my big break,” Harry said in her shrill but now wheedling voice.
“Accusing me of murder is going to be your big break?”
“I’m not saying that you actually killed Travis. But you still might know who buried the body and be covering up for him or her.”
“You think I’d let a killer bury a murder victim practically on my front doorstep?”
“Maybe it was only temporary. You know, sure you can leave him there for a day or two, but he has to be gone by Friday. That sort of thing.”
“And I let him put the body right where my landlord is going to build a garage?”
“You probably forgot.”
She was right enough on that one. I remained silent.