‘You must be sick in the head’
Cameron Murdoch watches himself on television, talking about how he could get away with murder. That he hopes his wife and partner in crime writing, Lisa, never falls down a flight of stairs, because he’d look guilty. He didn’t mean it, of course, when he flippantly made the comment at a writers’ festival years before. It’s just the kind of thing you say to be engaging, to entertain. A keyboard is his weapon. He makes up crimes for a living; he doesn’t commit them.
“I’ve always thought that a crime writer has a really good chance at getting away with murder.”
The audience had laughed back then. They got it. No one is laughing now.
Not just because the TV
