I have never so much as killed anything larger than a fish, and would like to say that I am not a madman, but at this point I’m not too sure anymore. The authorities will definitely think so. They will find me soon on this stormy Christmas Eve, sitting here in this restaurant eating Kung Pao Chicken, and then haul me away like an animal, where I will ultimately be thrown into some remote asylum you or I have never heard of. Hard to blame them really. One just doesn’t walk into their place of employment and murder their supervisor, then receive a light sentence for “temporarily losing his mind.” Not in this day and age. My life is over, this I know, but as God is my witness, I would have it no other way. For you see, in truth, the real crime here was how I let that horrendous monster, my supervisor, take from me all that any man could ever live for. The seeds of my guilt were planted several months ago, during the affectionate unfolding of summer’s tide. Teddy White transferred to our backwater town of Issaquah, Washington, from our company’s headquarters near downtown Seattle.
