Redd White
The plan was simple. Elegant, really. I knew from the start that I would need something of this caliber to prevent my secret from getting out.
My secretary, April May, would do most of the work. She would lay the trap, and would take the fall if anything went amiss. I held her, and half of my company, in the palm of my hand, so it was all too easy to "borrow" a wiretap from my storerooms. After that, it was child's play.
We rented a room in the hotel across the street from the Fey and Co. Law Offices. The Gatewater Hotel, I believe it was. I couldn't help but notice the inappropriate interest the bellboy showed in Miss May, and I hoped that she would be able to take advantage of that interest later in the nighttime.
We did not do much that night. I do have a reputation to keep, after all. I perused the newspaper while Miss May listened in on the happenings at the Office. We could see the window from our own, so it was a marvelous set up. We must have spent hours in that same situation before Miss May finally exclaimed with delight that she had heard something relevant to our investigation, and then the true plan began to form. I knew I would need to go myself to the Office, we could not risk having Miss May be tied to both crimes that were to be committed. I had participated in the downfall and eventual deaths of many people before, so I felt no qualms when the next night rolled around.
The foolish girl had left the door unlocked and open, and I easily slipped into the office unnoticed. She played the part of the victim well, acting as if she had no idea what I was searching for. Then, when her lie was stripped and shown for what it really was, she attempted to flee, breaking some glass light stand that really was ineffectual in bringing some charm to her drab office.
Pinned against the windowsill and with no other place to flee to, I finally had her in my grasp. She pleaded with me, of course, begging for her life, but I knew that if I allowed her to continue on with her mediocre existence, she would use her power with the law to track me down once again. I could not allow this wild goose chase to continue on any longer.
The clock felt heavy in my hand, even though I knew it was filled with paper instead of its usual clockwork. I admit, I did vacillate at the idea of murder for a second. I had forced people to death many times in the past, but the overall feeling of the act was much different when it was I who swung the ax, so to speak. But I knew I had no choice, and I put my full power behind the blow, bringing the corner of the ridiculousity that was a clock down on her head.
As a final assurance that I would not be suspected, I used her finger to write a simple message on a scrap of paper in her pocket. I easily recalled the name of the girl she spoke to the day before, the one who had affectionately referred to the now-cooling- corpse beside me as "Sis." I wondered for the slightest second whether the good police would be able to establish a true motive, then I shook off the absurd idea. What was I thinking? All I had to worry about was that I would not be connected with the murder in any way.
I rifled through her documents, careful to remove all the papers related to me and my company. Any evidence she had on me is now gone, burned in the fires of my industrial incinerator.
I sit at my desk now, reflecting on that night. It was only a few days ago, and now, against my very will and request, I have been called to testify in court about the man I have now pinned as her "murderer." I recall that night again, using my three favorite colors to sum up the black events I had to dirty my hands with.
Red blood. White skin. Blue shadows.