“I read something interesting about you, Mr. Lang,” he said. “An interview you gave. Said you were interested in exploring…what was it? ‘The point where fact and fiction intersect.’ Said two of your favorite books were In Cold Blood and So Long, See You Tomorrow. Two books about murders.”
Tony felt like he had been punched in the gut. He doubled over and coughed violently, practically choking on air. The dead girl’s face, pale and blood-slicked, flashed lifelessly through his mind. He wouldn’t be sleeping easily tonight. He wondered if he’d sleep easily ever.
“I’m only going to ask you this once, Mr. Lang,” Jackson continued. “Don’t you even think about lying to me. What was your association with Amy Holden?”
“Is that….is she the girl who died?” Tony managed at last. His voice sounded strained and weak.