your fault
platitudes, a female deputy called my name. I told Blake Iâd see him in a few, and then I followed the deputy into the interrogation room.
I was ushered into the room with the detective Iâd never met. There was a small metal table with two of the orange chairs the department seemed to favor placed on either side. The detective sat facing the door. There was some digital recording equipment to his left, a water bottle on his right, and an old-fashioned notepad and pen directly in front of him.
âMs. Singer, my name is Mark Poston. Iâm with the Tallulah County Police Department, and Chief Singh called me in to help take statements in this matter.â Iâd later learn that heâd taken Manuâs, Tedâs, and Reggieâs statements in addition to mine. Manu thought it would be wise to have an outsider interview us so no one could later claim that any one of us was shown impartiality by the police department.
I told Detective Poston that it was nice to meet him. He turned on a recorder and asked me to state my name for the record.
âMy name is Marcy Singer.â
âHow did you happen to be at the party at the Horror Emporium?â he asked.
âSince my shop is right next door to the Horror Emporium, Claude and Priscilla Atwood extended an invitation to me,â I said, feeling the need to be very formal and precise with this middle-aged detective with the suspicious gray eyes. âIt was my understanding that the Atwoods were inviting all the merchants on the block.â
âDid you know the victim?â
âNot well. I knew her from MacKenziesâ Mochas, but she and I didnât socialize.â
âAre you aware that a key ring bearing your shopâs logoâthe Seven-Year Stitchâwas found
underneath
the victim?â he asked.
âYes, I am aware of that. Detective Nash showed me the key ring and asked me about it.â
âHow did that key ring get beneath the body of the victim?â
âI have no idea.â
âMay I see your key ring please?â
I opened my purse and fished out my I MY IRISH WOLFHOUND key ring and placed it on the table between us. I supposed he was trying to see if he could tell whether or not the key ring found under Keiraâs body couldâve fallen off or been torn off my set of keys during a struggle or something.
âYou do realize I was with the Tallulah Falls Chief of Police and head detective the
entire
time this . . . ordeal . . . was taking place, donât you?â I asked.
âI do, Ms. Singer, and thatâs why I was brought in on this caseâto make sure this is an uncompromised investigation. Do you believe that what happened to the victim found lying outside the Horror Emporium was an accident?â
âGiven the fact that she had two puncture wounds in her neck, I donât see how it couldâve been an accident. Do you?â
He pursed his thin lips together. âIâm the one doing the interrogation here. Iâll ask the questions. Why do you think it wasnât an accident, Ms. Singer?â
âI didnât see anything to indicate foul play except for the two bite marks, but that was enough to indicate that Keira had suffered some sort of attack,â I said. âThe obvious culprit would be a snake . . . and Iâm pretty sure that the Atwoods took every precaution to secure their Lair of the Serpent.â I shrugged. âI didnât examine the wounds myself. They couldâve been fake. Keira mightâve put those marks on her neck at the Atwoodsâ suggestion, for all I know. When we first came upon the body, I think everyone in our group thought the discovery was part of the productionâone last gotcha.â
âYou talk about the victim as if you knew her personally,â said Detective Poston.
âAs I told you, I knew her from MacKenziesâ Mochas. Sheâd waited on me