Mr White had already made a mistake. It was right there, in his book even, he writes there are 3 kinds of criminal. When caught a criminal will either confess, attempt to kill him, or very rarely commit suicide. That, is where Mr White is wrong, I think to myself sitting comfortably in my mansion as I sip my wine and down a painkiller.
I am what some would call a criminal, but I view myself more of an opportunist. Mr White took down the previous drugs ring and there was simply a gap in the market you see. And I was careful and calculated, always keeping myself distant. No direct links, no direct evidence, always at least one trusted middle man.
Of course, it was only a matter of time before that mastermind pieced together the puzzle and there was a ring on my doorbell.
"Ah, Mr White, what a pleasant surprise, please come in, please, have a seat" I say guiding him to a leather sofa.
"Mr Black, let's not play games here, I know it's you" he replies as he sits.
"Oh please, I'd love to hear how you solved yet another case!" I reply.
And so Mr White starts his long monologue, filled with pride, smug smile on his face, that won't last long.
"... and that's what lead me here" he finally finishes.
I do a slow clap with my hands.
"and you think any of this will stand up in court?" I have the best defence lawyer in the country. You will need to add a fourth type to your book" I reply with a grin.
"well..." he says, pouring two beers. "it'll be a good excuse for a second edition" he replies, sitting and passing me one of the beers.
"ah! a bit money motivated! I knew it!" I reply.
"You know what? Before the court battle, let's enjoy the evening. I spend so much time with boring simpletons, I'd love to discuss things with a fellow mastermind" he replies.
Of course, I accept. We spend the evening discussing past cases, downing drink after drink, talking philosophy and whatnot.
"Allow me a brief trip to the gents" I say, standing unstably.
"You know... that sexy barmaid, she taught me how to make a cocktail called the bloody murder, shall I shake us up two?" Mr White asks, starting to slur his words.
"Good luck with those shaky hands!" I reply looking at his hands shake in his tell-tale white gloves, as I excuse myself.
When I arrive our cocktails are at opposite sides of the chess table.
"I guess you'll play White?" I ask with a grin and smile.
"Actually..." he says, rotating the board "let's turn the tables" he replies.
"Time to see who is truly the greatest mastermind" I state, pushing a pawn two spaces forward.
"I think you'd make a great criminal" I say sometime later as he ruthlessly takes another of my pieces. I respond with a revenge capture.
"You know, I do have a bit of a confession..." he starts.
"Oh, go on!" I say excited.
"Sometimes I think about how I could kill people and get away with it. For example if someone was an alcoholic and took pain meds, I could encourage them to drink excessively and then mix all their pain meds into a deadly cocktail. 56 minutes later, their heart suddenly fails and the police rule deliberate overdose." he replies.
"Ah, fascinating! I knew you had it in you Mr White!" I reply.
"Checkmate" he states positioning his protected queen next my king.
"well played, well I guess we call it a night here" I state.
"56 minutes" he replies, looking pointedly at his watch, my empty cocktail and then me.
My eyes open wide and suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I step towards my phone, but fall to the ground.
"Three types" Mr white sternly states as my vision fades to black.
david707x t1_j3qgzi3 wrote
Reply to [WP] The master detective just finished their long monologue laying out all the circumstantial evidence that reveals you as the murderer. Instead of confessing or attempting the kill the detective, you smile. You've got the best defence lawyer in the business and none of this will stand up in court. by NerdforceHeroes
Mr White had already made a mistake. It was right there, in his book even, he writes there are 3 kinds of criminal. When caught a criminal will either confess, attempt to kill him, or very rarely commit suicide. That, is where Mr White is wrong, I think to myself sitting comfortably in my mansion as I sip my wine and down a painkiller.
I am what some would call a criminal, but I view myself more of an opportunist. Mr White took down the previous drugs ring and there was simply a gap in the market you see. And I was careful and calculated, always keeping myself distant. No direct links, no direct evidence, always at least one trusted middle man.
Of course, it was only a matter of time before that mastermind pieced together the puzzle and there was a ring on my doorbell.
"Ah, Mr White, what a pleasant surprise, please come in, please, have a seat" I say guiding him to a leather sofa.
"Mr Black, let's not play games here, I know it's you" he replies as he sits.
"Oh please, I'd love to hear how you solved yet another case!" I reply.
And so Mr White starts his long monologue, filled with pride, smug smile on his face, that won't last long.
"... and that's what lead me here" he finally finishes.
I do a slow clap with my hands.
"and you think any of this will stand up in court?" I have the best defence lawyer in the country. You will need to add a fourth type to your book" I reply with a grin.
"well..." he says, pouring two beers. "it'll be a good excuse for a second edition" he replies, sitting and passing me one of the beers.
"ah! a bit money motivated! I knew it!" I reply.
"You know what? Before the court battle, let's enjoy the evening. I spend so much time with boring simpletons, I'd love to discuss things with a fellow mastermind" he replies.
Of course, I accept. We spend the evening discussing past cases, downing drink after drink, talking philosophy and whatnot.
"Allow me a brief trip to the gents" I say, standing unstably.
"You know... that sexy barmaid, she taught me how to make a cocktail called the bloody murder, shall I shake us up two?" Mr White asks, starting to slur his words.
"Good luck with those shaky hands!" I reply looking at his hands shake in his tell-tale white gloves, as I excuse myself.
When I arrive our cocktails are at opposite sides of the chess table.
"I guess you'll play White?" I ask with a grin and smile.
"Actually..." he says, rotating the board "let's turn the tables" he replies.
"Time to see who is truly the greatest mastermind" I state, pushing a pawn two spaces forward.
"I think you'd make a great criminal" I say sometime later as he ruthlessly takes another of my pieces. I respond with a revenge capture.
"You know, I do have a bit of a confession..." he starts.
"Oh, go on!" I say excited.
"Sometimes I think about how I could kill people and get away with it. For example if someone was an alcoholic and took pain meds, I could encourage them to drink excessively and then mix all their pain meds into a deadly cocktail. 56 minutes later, their heart suddenly fails and the police rule deliberate overdose." he replies.
"Ah, fascinating! I knew you had it in you Mr White!" I reply.
"Checkmate" he states positioning his protected queen next my king.
"well played, well I guess we call it a night here" I state.
"56 minutes" he replies, looking pointedly at his watch, my empty cocktail and then me.
My eyes open wide and suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I step towards my phone, but fall to the ground.
"Three types" Mr white sternly states as my vision fades to black.