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“Your name?”

“William Jason Caldwell.”

“They call you William or Will or Bill or Billy?”

“Jason. Everybody calls me Jason.”

“Okay, Jason, I’m Detective Brown. They tell me you found the victim.”

“Victim?”

“Somebody had to push him down those stairs, don’t you think?”

“Well, he could have, I don’t know, miscalculated or something. It could’ve been an accident. Couldn’t it?”

“Okay, Jason, say it was an accident that he fell. How did he get up there in the first place? You think that’s something he could do on his own?”

“No, sir.”

“They tell me you’re the one’s been helping him get around. You help him get in here tonight?”

“No, sir.”

“You help him get up those stairs?”

“No, sir.”

“But you found him at the bottom of the stairs. Tell me about that.”

“When I came into the observatory, there he was. The wheelchair was over on top of him. I ran over to him and called his name. I didn’t try to move him. I was afraid I might hurt him.”

“Was he conscious?”

“Yes, sir. I told him I was going for help. I called 9-1-1, and then I stepped outside to see if there was anyone around who could help.”

“And you didn’t see or hear anybody else in the observatory?”

“No, sir.”

“Okay, Jason, you can go now, but don’t go far. I’m sure I’ll need to talk with you again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And Jason, one last thing. Did he say anything?”

“Sir?”

“You said he was conscious when you found him. Did he say anything? . . . Jason, what did he say?”

“He asked me not to tell.”