Martin asked back in the safety of the corridor, “Who was holding the camera?”Jimmy only smiled, “Who knows my boy, perhaps Mary herself wanted to get a little face time.”“What did the police have to say?”“Well, about what you imagine. They found all of Morton’s special effects. Sheila and Derek testified as to Morton’s intensions to film a faked show. But poor old Morton in there has barely spoken since that night. Whatever he saw in that cellar ruined him. Terry’s body was ripped apart with far more force than Morton could have ever mustered, at least so the coroner determined. And with Morton unavailable for comment there was no alternative than to section him and place his care in our fair hands.”Martin watched the old man carefully; his intrigue had soon taken a detouring side road to a wary distrust of the elderly janitor. The man could be engaging and charming one minute, and then secretive and downright creepy the next. Martin felt the night dragging as never before and was beginning to wish that it was just all over and done with.“How many more of these have we got to go through Jimmy?”
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