Scott took on the role of butler ferrying tea back and forth, trying to calm them. It was, Beth figured, Scott’s way of working off some of the frustration of the situation. As for Brian’s death itself, neither Vickie nor Beth could believe it. Murder was something that happened on TV or on the streets between gangs. Brian may not have been an average person but he was normal enough that murder seemed extreme. Brian always managed to get out of any trouble. It was hard to believe that he had met an end that he couldn’t recover from. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this,” Vickie murmured looking slightly confused. She was still wearing her dressing gown and bunny slippers looking ten years old. “I’m sad but not devastated about Brian’s death. I’m more upset that we are actually being considered suspects,” Vickie admitted with a helpless look.“I know how to feel about it,” Beth muttered, “Frustrated. Even when dead, Brian is still managing to drag us down.
