ANUSH: 

If flour were currency, Anush would be the wealthiest Armenian alive—she kneads your fate into sourdough and decorates your downfall with buttercream roses.​

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ANUSH'S TESTIMONY:

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Int - Interrogation Room - Day

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INVESTEGATOR

So, Anush, you were there to deliver catered food for Tori’s

party the night she was… found?

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ANUSH

Found? She was hacked up like dough for lavash, I heard.

I saw blood oozing from under her door, I panicked, and ran —

no one tells you how to handle this when you're just trying to

deliver pastries.

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INVESTEGATOR

You allegedly saw someone outside the building?

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ANUSH

Yes. A woman. Weird as hell. Brown bob haircut that

looked like she styled it with a whisk. She was holding a toy train

like some creepy train lady from a psychological thriller. She

was staring at me—no blinking, just this… creepy smile. She had

crazy red marks on her hands too.

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INVESTEGATOR

Could it have been something harmless like jam?

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ANUSH

Jam? I’m a baker. I know the difference between

Jam and freaking blood. Trust me, that was not a baking

accident. I bake for a living, not solve crime theories,

but yeah, this wacko train lady had to have had

something to do with this murder.