Killing

     Its funny how things turn out, isn’t it? One day, you can be walking down the street, listening to your favorite song or talking on the phone, and by that same time the next day, you could be dead. Anyone could snatch you away at any moment, but since kidnappings and murders aren’t very common, you think it won’t happen to me. Oh, but it can. You are so wrong.

     Take, for instance, sweet little Mary, just eight years old, already greedy and spoiled. Mary wasn’t the one killed, though. It was her Daddy. Somebody saw how badly he spoiled her, how little he protected her, how she would never grow up to be anything but an air-headed gold digger. Somebody knew that without him, she might actually have to work through life, to learn things in school, to take care of her self instead of being waited on hand and foot. Somebody took her Daddy away and sent his body down the river Styx.

     This somebody wasn’t me. I saw Mary crying her poor little moneyless eyes out on national television. I read the story in newspapers. They caught the killer. He was a tall, white, middle-aged man who worked for the father. His name and motive are still yet to be revealed, but I know who he really is. He’s a scapegoat; someone the police dug up a bad record on. He used to kill cats in Middle School, his mother was left alone to raise him, and he was underpaid, disgruntled and jealous of cute, spoiled little Mary and her wonderful, well-paid father.

     It’s called a profile. Killers are thought to always or usually fit into them, and whatever the detectives say will hit the presses as soon as the trial date has passed.

Reviews

[Mark D. Chevalier]

Good start Penny. I'm intrigued. An unusal if aprpos motive for a murder.
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