Kill 'em With Cayenne
““Piper, dear, this a nice surprise, but shouldn’t you be working? Taking a morning off is no way to run a business.”
I gritted my teeth. “Mind if I come in? I need a favor, though you might think it’s strange once you hear it.”
She stepped aside for me to enter. “All you have to do is ask.”
“I remembered a comment you made the other night. Something about how you and Becca shared a fondness for a certain TV show—Vanished.”
“Of course I remember,” she said peevishly. “Just because I’m getting up in years doesn’t mean my memory isn’t as sharp as ever. And yes, I never miss an episode.”
We were still in the foyer, but from the corner of my eye I could see the large flat screen in the living room. Next to it was a small black box, the type a cable company provided. “Did you happen to record the show the night Becca was killed?”
“I programmed my DVR to automatically record every new episode.” Melly walked over to the set, picked up the remote control, and pressed a series of buttons.
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