He had been diligent in his search. Yes, it had taken time, more time than he’d wanted, but here it was, the solution. His muse had not failed him, but had provided him with the perfect prey. Time to put away the computer and dig out the textbooks. Yes, planning was necessary and he must be meticulous in his preparations. The phone rang, shrill and loud. He almost didn’t answer but it wouldn’t do to call attention to his behavior right now. “Hello?..Well can’t you just get someone else? Alright then, I’ll be there. Just hold it together for me for another half-hour.” He hung up. Incompetent idiots couldn’t do a thing without someone there to wipe their noses. He made a few notations and slipped the paper into a plastic container, then into the refrigerator. Wouldn’t do for anyone to see these notes, not at all. ***** “Well, Andy Wofford has confirmed that the murder weapon had to be at least eighteen inches long or longer, and as he said, diamond shaped. It was probably a sword.”
