Where There's a Will

“What!?”

“You heard me.  I’m going to shoot you then wait for him to die.”

“You’re looney.”

“I’ve already jimmied the patio door.  I have another gun in my pocket, the one we keep in the desk in the foyer.  After I shoot you, I’ll take that gun and fire a couple of shots into the wall behind me then put it in your hand.”

“What?  You’re crazy!”

“Not at all.  I’ll mess up the room a bit—break a vase, knock over a lamp or two.  When the police get here it will look like you interrupted an intruder who killed you and fled the scene.  I, of course, shall be devastated.”





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