Miller’s heart hammered. "It's a prank," he whispered. "The collector is messing with me."
Miller backed his chair away from the desk. He had stolen the master tapes to sell on the black market, replacing them with clever fakes. No one could have known.
He clicked play. On screen, the investigator Ken Franklin was murdering his victim. Miller tapped his keyboard, timing the text.
Should we try a for another "meta" mystery, or