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The Body in the Theater

The theater door opened, accompanied by an eruption of chatter. A handful of cast members entered the theater and proceeded through the house.

“Lola, we’ve got to do something.” I stepped backward into the Act Two area, my foot grazing a large, immovable object. I looked down.

Even in the dim light I could see it was a body lying in front of the first row of folding chairs. With a knife sticking out of its chest. Dressed in a camo jacket and trapper hat.

Lola had bolted onstage and was standing behind me.

“Don’t move,” I rasped, my heart in my throat.

“Dodie, you sound awfully funny—”

“Call 911.”

My hand wobbled as I pointed downward…