I look at the mans body lying down on the floor in Front of me. I lean down and pull the manuscript out of his jacket pocket. 10 years of planning. The perfect crime had been committed and I had gotten the perfect piece of writing to pay off my hard work. Now all that was left was to dispose of the body.
1 year Later
The crowd flooded in through the doors creating a pile of crushed body's as people were trampled as the tried to get into their seats. Faces with mixed emotions stared up at me. Everything had been perfect. The book had been launched and the police only thought of me as a grieving husband in despair.
The lights went out and I announced the words that I had prepared carefully in my head.
At last the deed was done.
