The decapitated head sat center stage, the blood soaking into well worn planks.
"Alas, poor Yorick."
Beckett gave him a withering glance. "You're more Rosencrantz than Hamlet, Castle."
Castle clutched his chest. "You wound me."
"Uh-huh." Raising an eyebrow, she walked off stage. "Let's find out where the rest of our lead ended up."
He didn't mind if the world thought him just a joker. Talking openly in front of a fool was a classic plot device. Intuition told him it would, eventually, help him solve the murder of Kate's mother.
It was time to rewrite that tragic ending.