“I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane’s name on it,” I say. This has the desired effect. After a moment of disbelief, all the disapproval in the room hits me like a ton of bricks. “You . . . hung . . . Seneca Crane?” says Cinna. “Yes. I was showing off my new knot-tying skills, and he somehow ended up at the end of the noose,” I say.
