Murder Witness #5:
Anush the Armenian Baker
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.
ANUSH'S TESTIMONY:
Int - Interrogation Room - Day
INVESTEGATOR
So, Anush, you were there to deliver catered food for Tori’s
party the night she was… found?
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.
INVESTEGATOR
You allegedly saw someone outside the building?
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.
INVESTEGATOR
Could it have been something harmless like jam?
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.
