Disclaimer: Jessie and her family and Tracy and her gang belong to me. The Shadow, his agents (except Daniel), and the representatives of the law belong to the brilliant mind of Walter B. Gibson (aka Maxwell Grant), who could write a full Shadow story in a week!
**Author's Note** As a tribute to Mr. Gibson, I write my stories in the same format and fashion that he developed. Please review this story! TYK!!
Chapter I
THE PERFECT CRIME
TO any normal citizen, it seemed like an ordinary cold, rainy morning in the city of Hillsboro. Winter had arrived and was now rearing its ugly head. The people on the streets clutched their coats and hats tighter against the bitter cold as they made their way to work.
In a private conference room in the Ambassador Incorporated building, two figures discuss plans.
"I don't care how you do it, just get rid of him." A woman's voice snapped.
"But why?"
She sighed in frustration. "Because, he's getting in my way. That drunken idiot has been preventing me from doing anything except being a lowly secretary."
"Alright. Alight. I gotta plan that'll bump him off. Get that girlfriend a his the blame for it too."
An evil sneer crossed her lips. "Good. Good. Little Miss Jessie will get her due."
"What?"
She snapped out of her little trance. "Nothing. How soon will you get the job done?"
"By the end of the week, if he doesn't close out this deal he's been workin' on. It'll get me a reason to be over there."
She sneered. "Good."
"But, ain't ya worried about the Shadow findin' out about dis?" The man asked.
"The Shadow?" She laughed coldly. "He may very well know what evil lurks in the hearts of men, but he'll never suspect a woman behind it." She laughed again.
He laughed with her. It made sense. Bump off Fred Bobrick, have his girlfriend get the blame, who would know. Yes, it was perfect. The perfect crime.
**Author's Note** As a tribute to Mr. Gibson, I write my stories in the same format and fashion that he developed. Please review this story! TYK!!
Chapter I
THE PERFECT CRIME
TO any normal citizen, it seemed like an ordinary cold, rainy morning in the city of Hillsboro. Winter had arrived and was now rearing its ugly head. The people on the streets clutched their coats and hats tighter against the bitter cold as they made their way to work.
In a private conference room in the Ambassador Incorporated building, two figures discuss plans.
"I don't care how you do it, just get rid of him." A woman's voice snapped.
"But why?"
She sighed in frustration. "Because, he's getting in my way. That drunken idiot has been preventing me from doing anything except being a lowly secretary."
"Alright. Alight. I gotta plan that'll bump him off. Get that girlfriend a his the blame for it too."
An evil sneer crossed her lips. "Good. Good. Little Miss Jessie will get her due."
"What?"
She snapped out of her little trance. "Nothing. How soon will you get the job done?"
"By the end of the week, if he doesn't close out this deal he's been workin' on. It'll get me a reason to be over there."
She sneered. "Good."
"But, ain't ya worried about the Shadow findin' out about dis?" The man asked.
"The Shadow?" She laughed coldly. "He may very well know what evil lurks in the hearts of men, but he'll never suspect a woman behind it." She laughed again.
He laughed with her. It made sense. Bump off Fred Bobrick, have his girlfriend get the blame, who would know. Yes, it was perfect. The perfect crime.