Chapter 3
A week passed. Life got back to normal. Or as normal as it could be, considering no one had been arrested for Jake’s murder. Detective Irvin came by to interview me one more time, but from the tone of his questions, he was just gathering information, not trying to keep me in the picture as a prime person of interest anymore.
Tuesday night, after Tyler finished rehearsals for his next show at the Playhouse, he and I headed to the studio. Separately, of course, but arriving right on schedule for the next film he was in—and I was shooting. I wasn’t the only cameraman. I was just the one who did the close-ups. And I don’t mean of his face.
In one respect, it was a damned good thing we were both there, in front of a lot of other people for the majority of the time. We found that ou
