“This is ridiculous,” Tim says. “I didn’t even know Kelli Underwood.” “How can you say that?” I cry. “You went out with her! You kissed her!” The color drains out of Tim’s face. He flashes the officers a helpless look. “Okay, I went out with her once. Months ago. I haven’t even seen her in at least two months.” “He’s lying!” Tears gather in my eyes. “She’s down in the basement, wrapped in a tarp. I saw her!” “This is insane!” Tim cries. “I promise you, Officer, there is no dead body in my basement. All I’ve got there is a wine cellar—I swear.”
