The girl sat up on the bed and shrugged off her boyfriend’s hands. She cocked her head as she watched the television. Any protest from the boy’s mouth was silenced when he, too, looked at the television.

The scene had shifted from the running men and the fallen woman at the bridge lit in the camera’s lights.

A woman was beating someone, the view of her assault coming from across the room, the glare of her lights shining on the blood splattered on the wall above her victim.

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She kicked him a few more times than turned away contemptuously, the face she presented to the camera a horrid caricature of the woman who had seemed so excited in her interview. Her shirt was open to the waist and her smile malicious as she walked towards the camera, then out of the frame.

The body on the floor made feeble movements, then lay still.