My search for James Adler was quickly curtailed by the huddle of people who caught my attention near the door to the dining room. Crew had been holding his interviews there, rather a bulky location, but I understood his motives. The scene of the crime, while protected as much as it was getting, not to mention the body laid out on the stage, was great incentive to make people
talk. And the giant, empty room had to feel oppressive with the looming sheriff standing over you asking very pointed questions while you felt more and more guilty as the seconds ticked by.
Yes, I'd been interrogated by him and knew his tactics. And though they didn't work on me thanks to being raised by a man who perfected said tactics long before I was born and taught them to me whether he planned to or not and my
