Murder Witness #2:
Vivianne the jazzercise junkie
VIVIANNE:
If you ever need a reminder of why leotards should stay in the past, just look for Vivianne—she'll be the one leading Jazzercise to a room full of middle-aged mothers, squatting in tragic neon tights.
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VIVIANNE'S TESTIMONY:
Int - Interrogation Room - Day
INVESTEGATOR
You teach a jazzercise class at the
high school?
VIVIANNE
Yes, Thursday evenings.
INVESTEGATOR
What did you see?
VIVIANNE
I’m walking toward the gym, right, and then...I see it—
blood, dripping from the bleachers like a scene straight
out of Carrie. And there’s Geena, just lying there.
Cigarettes in one hand, neck all twisted up
with a garrote.
INVESTEGATOR
You said you saw someone running from the scene?
VIVIANNE
Yeah, Nancy. The librarian….Sensible shoes,
cardigan flapping in the wind like she was
a wacky bird. She booked it.
INVESTEGATOR
Could it have been someone else?
VIVIANNE
Honey, I may still have 80s hair, but my eyesight’s
sharp. That was Nancy. We made eye contact, but
then she vanished into the night like some
book-loving banshee.
