The Perfect MurderNick was sat down at his desk, working on his laptop computer.Behind the curtains lurked a man holding a scarf. As Nick continuedto type the man crept slowly from his hiding place towards him, hiseyes glazed and his staggering walk clearly indicated he was drunk.
Suddenly the man wrapped the scarf around Nick‟s neck from
behind and the two started a struggle. Whilst the two battled Jean
(Nick‟s Wife) emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of tea.
„Are you two messing about again?‟ She asked. „You‟ll never get anywork done if you keep playing games.‟
The man removed the scarf. „I was only trying to prove a point,‟ Hetold her. „The murderer in our story should strangle his victim.‟
Nick gets up off the floor and rubs his neck. „As I
keep telling you
Tom,‟ He said sitting back at his desk. „That storyline has been done
before many times. Our murderer needs to be clever. Maybe somekind of set up that kills the victim at a time when the murderer ismiles away. If you could lay off the booze for a bit then you mightbe sober enough to agree.
„I‟m not drunk.‟ Tom said swaying slightly.
„You are sloshed!!‟ Nick told him. „Look, you can‟t even stand upstraight.‟
Tom tries to stand straight. „Yes I can –
look!!‟ and stumbles onto
„Look Tom –
remind me again,‟ Said Nick. „Why do I put up withyou?‟
Tom looked hurt. „Well you may be the actual writer, but I‟m theone with all the great ideas. That‟s why we are such a good
partnership. All those great films and plays we wrote. They are all
Jean broke up the squabbling by suggesting they sit down and drink
their tea. Tom decides he‟d rather have a whiskey and stumbles
over to the drinks cabinet.
„There you go again!!!‟ Groaned Nick. „Straight on the booze. Allthat money we‟v
e earned writing these plays. Mine has been
invested wisely while you‟ve thrown your half away on booze,women and partying.‟