A Murder is Going Down

NOW

‘I can’t listen to this,’ Marianne says.

‘What?’

‘You think I killed your brother?’

‘No.’

‘Because I never even met – what did you say?’

‘It was a joke, Marianne. Take it easy.’ And I give her my shit-eating grin, the one I save for when I’m daring someone to punch me in the face.

Marianne slaps a palm against the lift wall. ‘Ridiculous.’

‘The more you interrupt the longer this will take.’

It’s a warning, and Marianne takes it as such and shuts up. Maybe I should have forgotten about the act and been a bitch right from the start? This might have been over already.