Abigail was very surprised that Mr. Reveille said yes to a few questions. Her first line of defence had been preparing itself for an outright 'no'. The surprise was evident on her face for half a second. He was talkinga bout Kiera with such affection, it was hard for Abigail to swallow.
"She always safegaurded her family very much. Made it clear she didn't want any scandals affecting them." Abigail replied quietly. No she hadn't known Kiera very much. Except for that interview she had had, but Kiera had been very clear with Abigail about that one thing. Her family.
"Nice to meet you, Oliver, I'm Abigail Wilson" She said extending out her hand. She looked up at the sky with a bit of concern, and then back at the scene. They were needing to get those forensics people fast because all the evidence was going to get washed off at this rate. But that wasn't Abigail's job. Abigail pulled her recorder, it was small enough to fit in her hand and the mini tapes were hard to come by for but she loved the damned thing.
"Thank you. I won't push too much. And If I am, then please stop." Abigail promised. She took a deep breathe and pushed the button.
"Wilson, Tape 5. Tuesday. Around Noon." She started into the tape recorder. "Interviewing Oliver Reveille, at the newest crime scene. Cops are late. Forensics aren't here. It's rainy. Mr. Reveille. My first question is about Kiera, we all know her enchant on stage, but, what was she like off stage, but we also know she kept her family and private life particularly private, even with those nasty distasteful rumors from the other outlets she always strived to protect her personal life. How would describe Kiera as her brother?"
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Mystery / ThrillerIt's been on National TV. The obsession of the local newspaper. Fear in every resident's heart that compels them to lock their doors at night and to keep the dog loose. To never stay out past eight, or dark. The first body they found was of a you...
