Remember those words as you look at this photo, which was taken right around the time the allegation was made, in August 2021. I don’t know about you, but to me, it looks like Harlow screaming at Bill Lever in a parking lot at night…
Don’t hate me, please don’t hate me. I’m a Hazie through and through. You know this… But… do we really think this is all a coincidence? That a third person, who clearly had some sort of beef with our girl, happened to suspiciously die in the last few years? In between the two murders she’s now accused of?
For those of you who still need more convincing… look at these lyrics from “No Way Back” from her latest album,Legacy. She lit-er-ally mentions him by name:
“Hey Billy, help me understand / How did you live with yourself, when it all got out of hand?”
But according to “official reports,” Billy didn’t live with himself, though! Do you get it?
Listen, I’m not saying our Ho-ho went on some killing spree. But I will ask you a serious question.
What do you get the girl who has everything?
Revenge.
Chapter 13
The lobby of Machinist Records is a microcosm of the building itself, tall with granite walls, marble floors, and giant stone arches. But the first thing Naomi notices when she walks inside the legendary building is the familiar “MR,” written in industrial font and enclosed in a saw-edged circle—the logo that appears on screen before every one of Harlow’s music videos.
“I’m here to see Bobby Park,” Naomi says to the receptionist after passing through security.
The woman gives a generic smile as she points to the right. “Down this hall, third door on your left.”
Naomi knocks on the studio door three times before Bobby answers. He’s taller than she imagined, and handsome, with large almond-shaped eyes, shiny black hair, and a flawless complexion. In fact, he looks more like he should be the lead singer of a boy band than the producer behind them.
“Naomi?” Bobby asks, reaching out his tattooed hand. He’s wearing a pair of worn jeans and a baggy hoodie. “Great to meet you, I’m Bobby.”
“Thanks so much for meeting with me, especially on such short notice,” Naomi says. Jessie confirmed the interview only last night.
“No prob, anything for Jess! Anyway, come on in. I was just finishing up a new track.” Bobby gestures for Naomi to take a seat on the couch across from his swivel chair.
She admires all the equipment in the room, realizing that Harlow might have once sat on this exact couch, looking at this exact view.
Plotting her next murder, maybe?
On the other side of the glass, behind the equipment, is a room the size of Joel’s apartment, its floor, ceiling, and walls covered in wood of varying thicknesses. But instead of furniture, it’s filled with microphone stands, keyboards, a drum set, a piano, and a wall full of guitars.
“Pretty sweet, huh?” Bobby says. “Costs 500 an hour, this space.” He raises a hand and slicks his hair back. “So Jessie told me you wanted to know more about Harlow?”
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to know anything you can tell me—what you think of her, the charges against her, what she was like to work with, anything.”
He nods in understanding.
“Do you mind if I record this?” Naomi holds up her phone.
He hesitates. “Can it be off the record, though? I don’t really want my name in any articles, Charlie doesn’t like anyone blabbing to the press.”
She nods, willing to compromise, and hits record. “So Harlow…”
He sighs. “I’ve been in the business for a long time. Longer than I care to admit. So, safe to say I’ve seen some crazy shit. But I’ll be honest, I think this one takes the cake. I did not see this one coming.”
While Naomi suspected as much, it was interesting to hear someone in the music industry, who knew Harlow personally and professionally, confirm that it took them by surprise as well.
“So you don’t think she did it?”
“No,” Bobby says. “I haven’t actually worked with her in years—not sinceRed, White, & Blue. But the Harlow I knew didn’t have it in her to do something like this. She had her issues, sure, but she wasn’t capable of murder. No way.”
Naomi bites her lip, surprised at his matter-of-fact tone. She was hoping her visit here would add weight to the serial killer theory, but now she’s doubtful. Maybe she has been spending too much time online…
