Underneath it All: A Dialogue

“Mr. Smith? I have a few questions I’d like to ask you.”

“Ah, yes of course. I don’t suppose I have any other option than to listen to you.”

“No.”

“Whenever you’re ready Miss… what should I call you?”

“Veldon. You may call me Officer Veldon.”

“Alright. Miss Veldon, you can call me Jeremy.”

“It’s Officer Veldon.”

“Yes, that’s what I said. Nice to meet you!”

“…Okay let’s get started then, Mr. Smith. Were you or were you not at the Fall Festival of Guelph on the twenty second of September at approximately eight in the evening?”

“That’s a difficult question. Especially with that scowl on your face. I bet you have a beautiful smile hiding underneath all that crankiness.”

“Mr. Smith, just answer the question so we can get this over with. I have more important matters to attend to.”

“Okay, where were you on the twenty second of September at approximately eight in the evening?”

“Sir, I believe I am the one doing the interrogating. Answer the question, please.”

“Are you avoiding the question because you don’t remember?”

“I’m an officer of the law. I’m in a lot of places.”

“Well, I’m a civilian of the public. I, too, am in a lot of places.”

“Mr. Smith.”

“Yes Miss Veldon?”

“I suggest you quit fooling around. The longer you take to answer my questions, the longer you’ll have to stay in this police station.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“…”

“Okay, yes. I was.”

“You were at the festival?”

“Yes, that’s what I said. I was at a lot of festivals last summer. I happen to work in the business.”

“Next question. Were you working with Anthony Van Dorman at the festival?”

“…If you’re asking me this you probably already know.”

“I am asking you this because I need confirmation for the records on the murder of Anthony Van Dorman.”

“Yes… I was there. Okay? What else is there to know? I watched it happen. I was working with him that day, backstage. You see I make sure that the microphones are set up correctly. I warned him that night. But he wanted to go on stage anyways. Didn’t want to let people down or something like that. I told him that people were screaming at the performers, some new drugs or something that were going around. Whatever it was, it made people crazy. They dragged him off stage and…”

“…I’m sorry.”

“ It’s okay.”

“They didn’t… they didn’t properly inform me of your position in this case.”

“I tried to get to him but the other stage hands pulled me back… I wish I didn’t remember where I was that day. ”

“Jeremy?”

“Yeah.”

“I am truly, deeply, sorry for your loss.”