I bit my lip and glanced over Oscar’s shoulder to get a better look at the dead body of Burt Rossen. Someone had shot him dead. “All I know is that woman was over there doing some sort of voodoo crap in the corner with that snow globe glowing and this place with filled with smoke. Lots of smoke.” The security guard’s fat finger was pointing at me. “I was not doing voodoo.” I had to shut that train of thought down quickly. The last thing I needed was any type of rumors running around about me, though he was sort of right. “I’m the owner of this product and I wanted to make sure all the bottles were completely filled before they were shipped.”“And you were in here with that, that, and him.” He pointed to Madame Torres, Mr. Prince Charming who was too busy cleaning himself to help me out. . .some fairy-god cat. And he gestured to the dead body. “I came in here, cleared the smoke and shut down the machine.” The guard took his hat off and shook his head. He leaned in and whispered more toward Oscar’s way, “I don’t know how that cat did it, but he jumped up on the machine and hit the on button with his tail.
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