It’s Fiction, not Autobiography

“I read your book last week.”
“Oh? I hope you liked it.”
“Very much so. But I just have to ask, did you really kill that guy like that? I mean, that was pretty brutal. How did it feel?”
“Excuse me? I haven’t killed anyone. What the hell are you talking about?”
“The murder scene in chapter eleven where you snuck up on Charles while he was getting his kids hot dogs, slit his throat and then stuffed him into the grill. Weren’t you scared?”
“I didn’t kill Charles. My character, Peter Branston killed C...