TITLE: Like a Frothing Rabid Dog is Adorable
GENRE: YA horror
Two agents are questioning Ayako about the dead body she found in her train's lounge car.
I said, rather unintelligently, I might add, "Something happened to the body?"
Agent Micheals got in real close to me, his eyes squinting at mine. "Unless of course you're lying about where you found the body. To cover up your involvement."
"Miss"--the older agent looked to the younger one who whispered something to him --"Futsurado," he said, sounding rather impatient and exasperated all at the same time. "According to your statement, you found the body in the"--he referred back to his notes--"lounge car."
I nodded. How many times did we need to go over this?
"When forensics went to the lounge car, they did not find any body."
Maybe you got the wrong car. It was hard not to want to yell at the agent but I didn't think yelling would bring him any closer to my favor. Not that he could really get much further away. I kept my mouth shut anyway.
"Tell me, Miss"--another pause--"Futsurado, where is that body? If one even exists."
I looked to the younger agent, if only to not have the weight of the older agent's full stare on me, but he wasn't offering any help now.
"If we can't produce a body, Miss, then we're going to have to press charges for prank calls. So let me ask you one more time. Where is the body?"
"Look, I don't know where the body is." So much for not yelling. "Last I checked, it was sprawled out over one of the couches in the lounge car. If it's not there now, maybe one of your people moved it."
Ooh, he was not looking too pleased with me, but I wasn't in the mood to care anymore.
"If you can't find your body, that's not my fault. It's yours."