Chapter 60:
Dana's got two chairs and a camera and a microphone with a fuzzy thing on the end of it that makes it look like a mouse.
"Whenever you're ready," she says. "We'll do a few minutes of sound check first. Just talk to me. Say your name and what you had for breakfast."
"Toast."
"Good. Now say it like you're talking to a friend."
"I had toast."
"Perfect." Dana nods at Marco. "We're rolling."
The red light comes on.
"Mrs. Sterling—"
"Elara."
"Elara." Dana smiles. "You've been at the center of one of the biggest stories in this county in years. Your mother's house burned down. Your husband was killed. You've been in court twice in two weeks. And now the Sterling family is asking for protection from a motorcycle club. What do you want people to know?"
I look at the camera.
