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:

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Int - Interrogation Room - Day

INVESTEGATOR

You teach a jazzercise class at the

high school?

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VIVIANNE

Yes, Thursday evenings.

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INVESTEGATOR

What did you see?

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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. ​

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INVESTEGATOR

You said you saw someone running from the scene?

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VIVIANNE

Yeah, Nancy. The librarian….Sensible shoes,

cardigan flapping in the wind like she was

a wacky bird. She booked it.

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INVESTEGATOR

Could it have been someone else?

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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.