‘Clearly not unless you are the murder. Are you Mr. Marley?’ Zack asks.

                ‘No, of course not… Please tell me how can I help you?’

                No question about how she died, no reaction of surprise…. How much more guilty can he be?

                ‘If I well understand this is your apartment but also your studio. Is that correct?’ I ask him walking around the place. I take a few pills and swallow them with some whiskey. I light a cigarette while I look at some pictures hanging around the place. And then I see it. A tripod that seems just about...

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