Perfect Murder Monologue

The Visit
‘Doctor, can you explain how to commit the perfect murder?’
He cleared his throat as he pushed his glasses along his nose, seated opposite the young woman. ‘Why do you insist discussing this, every week?’
She glanced around the room of couches and wandering lost mental souls. ‘Here’s the best place to do my character research.’
‘You’re,’ referring to the notebook cradled in his lap, ‘a writer this month, writing about the perfect murder?’
‘Sure. Why not,’ giving a half shoulder shrug, ‘you almost succeeded didn’t you, Doctor?’
‘Excuse me?’ Eyes peered over the rim of his glasses.
‘Your wife-’
‘Young lady…’ his pen raised, pointed, and then halted mid thought. ‘Okay,’ legs crossed he leant back. ‘I’ll allow you to indulge in this illusion.

'Start with a hallucinogenic slipped into the coffee, then allowing your significant other to drive you to work.’
‘But, to risk myself being within the same vehicle?’
‘You were safe at work when you sent her on an errand all the way across town. That’s when the narcotic took hold. Which resulted in your life companion’s accidental death including two innocent road users.’
‘Why would I kill my wife?’
‘For the insurance claim. You had assumed they'd find the cause of the accident was due to her historic phobia of driving on the freeway. Yet, she did, while in an unfamiliar larger car, yours. While her smaller vehicle was at the garage.’ Hands clasped in her lap, she sat back. 'Where did you get that hallucinogenic? How long does it take to work? What’s the specific weight ratio? ’
‘Why do you want to know?’
She glanced around and leant forwards. ‘I want to commit the perfect murder by learning from your mistakes.’
‘What mistakes,’ he frowned with a pout and chin tuck.
‘At the cafe the Barista spotted you adding white powder into a takeaway coffee cup. Where you rambled on about your wife's preference to a different artificial sweetener - all captured on camera. But it is agreed that you purposefully sent your phobic spouse onto a busy