A week had passed since I came up with my plan. I had set about the preparations with much enthusiasm. I had all the herbs that were going to be needed. It wasn’t much, just a few stalks of Dead Tongue and a handful of Bloodroots. It wouldn’t be too agonizing, but then again, they were not the items that will cause the death.
I had a message sent for Constable Dean, telling him that I had information, but that he should come alone, as I didn’t trust the other officers. The messenger came back saying that Dean had been confused, yet flattered that he was the only one I trusted and that he would be on his way after a he finished up a few things at the jailhouse.
I thanked the man, and paid him. He left and I went back to my preparations. I had a back up in case the first one failed. Namely the many knives and other weapons that I have hidden throughout every room in the building. It would be easy if his tolerance was higher than expected.
Adam had had a long week. He had been on a trip with some friends, and it had taken a lot out of him. He’d be sleeping so deeply he wouldn’t here the screams. That was lucky for me. I don’t know how I’d explain to him why I’m killing him.
I heard a knock at the door, and, knowing who was there, I answered it. I invited the constable inside, and he entered, marveling at the decoration I had taken great care with. He also seemed wary, as if he knew something was up. I could see it on his face.
‘You should have listened to your gut, Constable,’ I thought, ‘you might’ve had a chance.’
As he walked further into the hall, I turned and locked the door. He wouldn’t escape easily. If I didn’t kill him, he would surely do it himself.
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The Ravenwood Chronicles
Mystery / ThrillerDiana Ravenwood had been a murderer ever since her mother was killed in a fire caused by prominent members of a small town in the European countryside she lived in. All she had left was the money her mother left her, the mansion she had rebuilt, and...
