The Taste of Death

Chapter 3

It was three months after Henry's death. I went through my day as usual after he died. I received more clients and no one knew about Henry, so I guess Henry was good at keeping secrets. One of those clients was Violet Anderson, a killer. Violet killed her husband and got away with it due to her being very good at getting rid of the evidence, almost as if her husband wasn't the only person she killed. After seeing Violet twice I knew she was lying about everything. I could tell due to her hand motions and the way her right eye would twitch when she was answering a question of mine. I didn't really care that she was lying. I knew she was a killer. She basically told me. "My husband Mark was a good man, he knew exactly how to make me smile. One day I got home from work and he was just lying on the floor with a pool of blood under him," Violet said, in our first session. I knew she was lying because she told me she worked at a post office. Mark's body was called in and found on a Sunday. "What did the police say happened to him?" I asked, knowing that a question such as that one would've made her think, which made me certain. "They said... he was murdered," she said softly, as she started to cry.

She was terrible at lying, but good at acting. The first session with her was full of her talking about her husband. The second was just her telling me about how losing him impacted her and how much of a great woman he helped her become. After the second session was over, she immediately wanted to book a third. "I'm leaving the city in a couple of days so I'd like to see you before I go, how does tomorrow sound?" She asked, with hope in her eyes, like she somehow didn't know I was going to end up pushing a blade through her chest or using my desk lamp to fracture her brain. "Tomorrow is great, say 10?" I responded. She nodded yes and headed for the door. "Goodbye, thank you for being so flexible with time," she stated towards me. I gave a big smile and watched her open the door and leave in her old Honda Civic. I remembered reading a book about a guy that would wrap people up to a table and cover the room with plastic to catch all the blood, I thought about doing the same.

The next day I woke up on schedule and told Joe, "Number seven here we come." I bought an expensive knife set along with thirty feet of plastic. I arrived at the office at 9:27 AM and started to wrap the area where my desk was, due to someone not being able to see it as soon as they walked in. Exactly at 10:00 AM, Violet came walking in the office. I had the knife set laid out on my desk with a picture of her husband beside it. I was hidden to the right side of the door. When someone walks in, they don't think to look right since there's nothing but a couple of inches of space and a wall. She opened the door and slowly walked in, "Hello? Doctor Price are you here?" She said nervously. I didn't make a move yet because one of her hands were in her purse as if she was hiding something, which for the first time in a while made me think about what I was doing. To my expense, though, I knew that I was rarely wrong as she slowly pulled a gun out with a silencer attached to it. She was planning on killing me. I whistled softly so she'd know I was behind her. She swiftly spun but by the time she was turned around, the bottom of the desk lamp had already hit her on the top of the head, knocking her out which made her plummet to the floor. I still had my doubts that she was a murderer, but bringing a gun to a session made it clear that she was. That was what she must have meant when she said she was leaving town for a few days, she was going to kill me then go on the run. So, I'm glad my lamp got to her before the police. I knew she was going to be out for a while and before I actually confirmed her death by stabbing her in the chest, I wanted some more evidence just to help my conscious, if I even had one.

I grabbed her purse which trampled on the floor like the rest of Violet when she got hit and some stuff like lipstick and mascara fell out. I felt like I was wasting my time but I didn't want to kill an innocent woman wanting to seek help, then again she was going to shoot me. I picked up her purse and didn't find anything other than spare change and receipts. I opened a small pocket on the inside and found her wallet. There was a bigger pocket on the other side but it was sewn shut, which I found very odd. "Very mysterious, aren't you?," I whispered to myself about Violet and she slowly bled on the plastic sheeting I put on the floor. I ripped the sewn pocket open due to it not being done very well and to my luck, I found a book. I took it out wondering why someone would hide a book and there it was, Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare.