Your topic for the day: the video.
I wouldn't be surprised if you've seen this already, but just in case:
OK Go is certainly known for their music videos. The one for Here It Goes Again was the first I'd seen from them and it has definitely stuck with me.
This one though? Holy. Moly. Ridiculous.
Anyway. Your writing doesn't have to have anything to do with it. Mine doesn't. But I would not blame you if yours does.
Detective Anderson was the one who found it. Lurking at the bottom of an unmarked cardboard box at the back of the bedroom closet, underneath sweaters and scarves and mittens.
The tape was unlabeled as well, but he knew immediately that its contents would shed light on the case. It was like it was looking up at him the way a child would when he was caught in the middle of doing something Bad.
A day passed before it could be watched, as tracking down a working VCR was not as simple as it once was. That there wasn't one in the victim's house gave the investigators pause.
Why hold onto a video you couldn't view?
The answer came shortly after Detective Anderson pressed Play in the police station: the tape did not belong to the victim. It belonged to her son.
And now she was no longer in a position to safeguard his dirty little secrets.