Davis: I’m only doing this to make Footer happy because she had a rotten day. You know that, right? None of us are actually suspects. Footer: Thanks, Dad. [Hugs Suspect.] Let’s start with the fire. Where were you the night the Abrams farm burned? Mr. Davis: At work. Footer: Can anybody verify your alibi? Mr. Davis: [Sighs] Will the night shift of the Bugtussle police force do? Footer: I suppose. [Journalist chews the end of the pen she’s carrying, even though she doesn’t write anything during these interviews.] Mr. Davis: Your mom always did that thing with the pen. [Suspect smiles.] All through school. Even back then she shone like a star for me, and I set out to be her sky. Footer: Her sky? Dad, that’s lame. Mr. Davis: What does “lame” mean? Footer: Dad can’t be a real Suspect, Peavine. He’s too clueless. “Lame” means lame, Dad. You know, corny. Mr. Davis: Adele called me her rock back then. Nothing corny about that. She said she wanted to be my flower. [Suspect closes his eyes for a second, then smiles.] Her sweet voice on the phone kept me going for my four years in the army, out in that endless desert.
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