Finally. Finally the police left my house. I was starting to get worried, but finally they left. Why couldn't the investigations be faster? But still, I'm just glad that they police did not suspect me. After all, a woman, a pregnant woman, would not seem to be very dangerous.
I did not want to kill my husband, Patrick, I really did not. However, he forced me into doing it. He just came home, drank his whisky and suddenly announced that he wanted a divorce. How could he? How could he even suggest that, after all that I have done for him, all that I had sacrificed for him? I begged him to stay, but he just ignored me. He even challanged me to try and make him stay. Who could take all that! So, filled with rage, I just took the leg of the lamb in my hand and smashed it on his head.
Suddenly, everything became clear. For some strange reason, I did not feel guilty for killing him. Thus, I started to think of an alibi. Nobody would want themselves to be caught for such a crime. Sam the grocer was going to be my main alibi. Thus, I planned a conversation to say to him that would make him cover up for me. Before I went out to look for him, I put the lamb leg into the oven to coook. Then I talked to Sam just as planned. After that, I went back home and messed up the room, making it look like a fight had happened there. It would make my story more believable.
I was ready to call the police. When they got here, they started asking me some questions. I knew how to answer those questions, so that I will not seem guilty. Then they started looking for the murder weapon. I tried to help as little as I could. When they nearly finished investigating, I invited them to eat the leg of the lamb. After much persuasion, I finally got them to eat the murder weapon. I felt very relieved. They were never going to find out now.
I did not want to kill my husband, Patrick, I really did not. However, he forced me into doing it. He just came home, drank his whisky and suddenly announced that he wanted a divorce. How could he? How could he even suggest that, after all that I have done for him, all that I had sacrificed for him? I begged him to stay, but he just ignored me. He even challanged me to try and make him stay. Who could take all that! So, filled with rage, I just took the leg of the lamb in my hand and smashed it on his head.
Suddenly, everything became clear. For some strange reason, I did not feel guilty for killing him. Thus, I started to think of an alibi. Nobody would want themselves to be caught for such a crime. Sam the grocer was going to be my main alibi. Thus, I planned a conversation to say to him that would make him cover up for me. Before I went out to look for him, I put the lamb leg into the oven to coook. Then I talked to Sam just as planned. After that, I went back home and messed up the room, making it look like a fight had happened there. It would make my story more believable.
I was ready to call the police. When they got here, they started asking me some questions. I knew how to answer those questions, so that I will not seem guilty. Then they started looking for the murder weapon. I tried to help as little as I could. When they nearly finished investigating, I invited them to eat the leg of the lamb. After much persuasion, I finally got them to eat the murder weapon. I felt very relieved. They were never going to find out now.
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