Prologue It was a dark and stormy night. Mr. Joe Smith was quietly counting his money when suddenly a dark shadow appeared outside his window. “Oh, it’s the pizza delivery man!” he exclaimed excitedly. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t. A figure burst through his window, shattering the glass and letting in the rain. Lightning flashed, and Joe saw the intruder’s face. “Oh that’s -“all Joe could say before he was hit with a poison dart arrow, and then died. Chapter 1 “Mrs. Smith, I need you to tell me all that you can about your late husband.” “I just don’t understand,” Mrs. Lavinia Smith paused to wipe the cascade of tears that were flowing, “why anyone would want to kill my Joe.” “I’ll do everything in my power to help you Mrs. Smith. But first, I’ll need you to tell me everything that happened that day.” Blinking back the tears, “Okay I’ll try, but only if you call me Lavinia.” “Okay, Lavinia, please tell me everything you can about that day.” “Well,” Lavinia started to sniffle, “Joe began that day the way he normally did. He woke up at exactly 6:25 the same way he has for the past thirty years I’ve known him. Within twenty minutes, at 6:45 he was out of the shower. At exactly seven o’clock, he was down at the breakfast table, eating.” “Eating what exactly?” Chantelle interrupted. “Oh, his usual: a small bowl of oatmeal, accompanied by sliced grapefruit sprinkled with powdered sugar. After his breakfast, he left the house at 7:15 after giving me a swift kiss goodbye.” Lavinia halted, “And I never saw him again,” she said as a cascade of tears tumbled down her face. “I’m so sorry, Lavinia. If there is anything I can do to help. Believe me I will.” Lavinia brown eyes locked with Chantelle’s blue eyes. “Find out who ki... ... middle of paper ... ...e in anger. “It was then that I plotted his death. I knew that if he wouldn’t voluntarily give me the money, then I could only resort to force. So I did. Who knew that he would die?” “Whether you did or not, you realize you committed murder and therefore must go to prison for it.” “Over my dead body.” Dr. Piddin pulled out a gun and continued, “I didn’t kill Smith for my money, to have to go to jail over it. He pointed the gun right at Dr. Schpink’s heart. “Now you will do as I say or die.” Dr. Schpink secretly pressed a button in his trench coat before replying, “Fine, I will do as you say. “ “Good. Now I want you to-” Before he could finish that sentence, a police force burst into the interrogation room, handcuffed Piddin, and took him to jail. Chantelle walked in, and asked Dr. Schpink, “How did you know it was him?” “I didn’t. I just took a lucky guess.”
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