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shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t an argument, as such. It’s just that she and I don’t get along.” You’ll soon see for yourself what she’s like , I added silently.
    He nodded. “Tell me, in your own words, what you saw.”
    I wondered who else’s words I would use, but I described the scene anyway. “Ian pointed to the plane, and we saw a black speck falling from the sky after that. I realized it must be a skydiver, and the parachute didn’t open. It kept falling and falling, and then it hit Mom’s roof.”
    “And what happened then?”
    “Janet called the police, and the rest of us were just in shock.”
    “And Janet wasn’t in shock?”
    I tapped my chin. “Janet isn’t like other people, socially speaking. She says whatever she thinks. She really doesn’t have a social filter.”
    “I see.”
    I doubted that he did see, but I didn’t want Janet’s tactlessness to make her a murder suspect. It was bad enough that Basil was already a suspect.
    “All right, thank you, Ms. Bay. You can go now. Please send in John Jones.”
    I did as I was told. I wanted to know what was going on with Basil, but I could hardly ask the detectives. After all, if I showed any interest in him, the detectives might think I was his accomplice.
    My mother’s shrill voice snapped me out of my musings. “It’s a circus!” she yelled.
    I crossed to the window to see what she was looking at. There were media cars parked outside her house, and people with microphones and cameras were standing in front of them.
    “Oh, it’s a media circus!” Ian said. “What should we do, Thelma?”
    “Why don’t you go and tell them that they’re trespassing, and ask them to leave?” I said.
    “Don’t be so stupid, Laurel!” my mother snapped at me.
    I shrugged my shoulders. “Whatever!”
    “She’s not very nice, is she?” Lewis said.
    I nodded and walked out of the front door. The media ran over to me, and a woman shoved a microphone in front of my face. “Were you a witness to the shocking incident?” she asked dramatically.
    “No,” I said. “I just arrived to console my mother.” I pointed to the house, where Mom was peering through the curtains. “The detectives are questioning all the witnesses now, and they told me to go away because I don’t know anything.”
    To my relief, my words must have been convincing, because the media promptly lost interest in me. I hurried to the funeral home, and then to my apartment.
    In the safety of my apartment, I looked at the walls and the room I was using as my bedroom. Only hours earlier, I had thought my worst worry in the world was that I would need to do more coats of paint. A friend of mine once said that things can turn on a dime, and he was right.
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    Despite the unfinished state of my apartment, I actually found myself enjoying it. I was away from my mother, which was the initial goal, but I was also enjoying the privacy in general.
    I wondered if it was, in fact, murder, or simply an accident. Lewis did strike me as the type to make bad decisions, but I doubted he would be careless with his own life.
    I sighed and decided to make a light lunch with what I had on hand. It wasn’t anything exciting, just a basic sandwich, but it was nice to have the freedom to make lunch without somebody telling me that it was the food of the devil, or something like that.
    I’d just finished lunch when the bell at the front door rang. My heart skipped a beat and I ran down the stairs as quickly as I could. As I’d hoped, it was Basil. He smiled at me, but there was a definite hint of sadness to it. I realized that even if he hadn’t liked the new Lewis, it surely must have been an awful experience, especially when he was the primary suspect in his murder case.
    “Hi Laurel.” Basil looked like he was struggling to maintain his smile as he spoke.
    “Basil!” I exclaimed excitedly in spite of myself. “Come in.” I ushered him through the door and closed it