Disclaimer: It's a very good thing they don't belong to me.

A detective's life is a risky business. You acquire enemies, attract assassins, become the victim of strange accidents. But you can only cheat Death so many times. Then He wants payment.

I didn't originally intend to kill anyone, I swear to that. But, hey, they fought back, you know? Sure, I'd kidnapped them, but all they had to do was sit tight while her father got the money. But they fought back, so I shot my gun. Self-defense, that's all it was. I fired in self-defense. And I guess her number was up.

The bullet made a small hole in her stomach. Just a small one. But the blood…wow. It was even better than the movies in a way. Brighter, you know? I mean, I feel bad about killing her. But that was an amazing sight. All the blood, so red, so much…I'm never going to be satisfied with TV again.

Well, he forgot all about me. Went straight to her side. Isn't that against the rules of being a detective? Shouldn't he have come after me first, worry about the criminal element, before going to his partner? Seems like having your partner get hurt is a frequent risk anyways; they should've been prepared.

Well, he didn't. He just knelt beside her, trying to stay calm, but he acted like a sissy. Crying, barely able to talk….c'mon, it's a business risk! He's seen people die a lot of times, how is this really that much different other than he knew her well? He's lost other friends to his line of work. I've read it in the papers. Betcha he didn't cry over them while they died.

I took the crying as my cue to leave. So I ran outside, tried to get the hell out of there. I made it as far as the next city over before I got caught. But I got caught, and now here I am. Talking to you, an officer whose name I don't remember. Giving you my confession like a good little boy. Giving you my confession so you can try me and fry me for the murder of Nancy Drew. Honestly, I don't think you really care if it was self-defense, do you? No, I can see you don't. Of course not. Doesn't matter. If you don't believe me, I guess my number's gonna be up soon, too. It'll be my turn to pay Death's bill. Better that than looking at him again – if you ask me, he needs to be watched. He's got a violent temper, that Hardy fellow. Did you see the way he tried to attack me when you brought me in here? Maybe he should see a counselor or something….

Ok, ok, quit giving me that look. I get it. You have all you need. I'll shut up.