Perfect.
Aaron listened to the musician make the voodoo connection to Bertrand Olivier’s murder and only wished his radio broadcast hadn’t concluded for the night. How great it would’ve been to have this guy on the air, connecting the dots between the details found at the crime scene and the voodoo spirit!
Aaron knew immediately what he was going to do. He waited until Cecil drifted away from the bar and went to pack up his clarinet. Aaron followed him.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I’m Aaron Kane, and I do a radio show every weeknight. I was wondering if you would be a guest on my show tomorrow evening. I think my audience would be very interested in your views.”
Cecil pushed his porkpie hat farther back on his head and studied Aaron’s florid face. “I don’t know,” he said uncertainly.
“I think you have something very important to say,” Aaron insisted. “Let’s face it, voodoo and hoodoo don’t get much respect. The general population has many misconceptions. You say voodoo and all they think about is sticking pins in dolls, crazy curses and spells, and people chanting, running around in circles, and whipping themselves into frenzies. You and I know there is so much more to voodoo and hoodoo than that.”
Cecil listened.
“You could educate people,” continued Aaron. “You’d be doing a good thing.”
The uncertain expression on Cecil’s face signaled he remained unconvinced.
“Listen,” said Aaron. “You don’t have to prepare a thing. All you have to do is show up. I’ll ask you some questions, and you’ll answer them any way you want. There will be some callers with questions, too, of course, but if you don’t want to respond, you can just let me know and I’ll carry the ball. Really. There’s nothing to it. You’ll be doing a public service and a service to your beliefs as well.”
Aaron waited while Cecil considered his words. When the musician finally agreed, Aaron could hardly contain himself. He knew that a second murder committed by the Hoodoo Killer along with Cecil’s commentary would make the ratings for tomorrow night’s show spike through the roof.
Everything was playing right into his hands.