Chapter Interview Room - Alicia Angelos
Interview Room: Alicia Angelos
SEASON FOUR
END OF SNAG ROUND: DEM BONES
Alicia Angelos sits in the interview room, still in the Indiana Jones–style outfit she’d been wearing for the round. While her leather jacket is draped over the back of her seat, the pink fedora remains on her head. There’s a smudge of dust on her cheek.
“All righty, Alicia, before we get started on the play-by-play, what did you think of the snag theme?” Fitzy’s on the other side of the table.
“Got to admit, the catacombs creeped me out. In the gloom, making the skeletal jigsaw . . .” Alicia shivers and wags her finger teasingly at the camera. “Louis Augustus Russell, you have a sick mind, buddy.”
Fitzy chuckles. With his wavy, sun-bleached hair, breezy linen shirt, and a shark tooth pendant around his neck, he looks ready to hit the beach. “Do you think your team was good enough to snag a few snags?”
After a giggle and a finger-twirl of one of her twin blond braids, she says, “Yeah. I think we did great. But you probably know better than I do.” She leans forward conspiratorially. “How do you think we did?”
“You know I can’t share trade secrets.”
She shrugs and leans back. “It was worth a shot.”
“What do you think of your teammates?”
Her hazel eyes dart to the camera. “They’re lovely. And clever. Our achievements in the snag round proved we could work together. I’m optimistic we can go all the way.”
“You’re up against some tough competition, though.” Fitzy presses a finger to his earpiece. “Word is, one of your opponents has dropped by to say hello.”
There’s a brief wrinkle in Alicia’s charm.
A door behind her opens. A pale, raven-haired girl stomps in.
“Hey, sis.”
Savvy viewers might notice, if they pause at precisely the right point, that Alicia’s eyes widen when she hears the voice, her shoulders lifting with a sharp inhalation. But she whips around so quickly, it’s almost impossible to spot.
Her words, however, are crystal clear.
“What the actual [redacted]?”