I've talked about vanity as a problem before, and now, after my first crime, I realize it's really holding me back. I underestimated people a lot, which led me to make some serious mistakes. First, I should have been more aware of the old woman. Second, the way I killed Frank wasn't ideal. Third, my escape was haphazard, leaving a huge mess in its wake.
And now, here I am, stuck in the interrogation room, surrounded by three minds: Noah, with his serious face. I think he thinks I'm Jewish; Jim, who paces the room as if searching for something missing; and Lieutenant Sabrina, who sits at the interrogation table in a way that makes me wonder if this table was designed for something else!
They were silent, waiting for the lie detector. As for me, I sat there, fiddling with the cup of coffee I was supposed to drink. But the coffee here is terrible compared to the one I make in the morning before going to work.
Suddenly, a man and a woman entered with the device. I voluntarily agreed to take this test because it would help me, even though my heart was dancing the samba inside. (Stop, buddy! No, wait, I mean, calm down a little bit!).
After they installed the device, the interrogation began:
"Were you kidnapped two days ago?"
"Yes."
Result: Negative.
"Did the victim, Frank Mason, kidnap you?"
"Yes."
Negative again.
"Did you kill Frank?"
"No."
Negative again!
It was easy thanks to my tampering with the test results, but the doubts didn't go away. But that was just the icing on the cake. Now I was going to serve them the main course. I told them I had evidence proving I wasn't at Frank's house at the time of the crime. When they asked me why I hadn't told them this before, I said, "We must try every possible avenue." "Transparency is the foundation of our work, and even investigators must be held accountable according to the law." What nonsense! I don't believe this, but I have to look like an honest detective.
I took Noah home and showed him the surveillance footage of me in my office during the murder. I added some salt to the footage, but Noah wasn't convinced. He said coldly, "You're lying, you son of a bitch. I saw you last night at 8:00 AM near Carey Street, and then you disappeared!"
That son of a bitch was watching me! I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "If you do that again, you're next." He asked, "Are you threatening me? What do you mean I'm next?" I smiled and said, "I'm talking about the fallacy I fell into before. You could find yourself in a similar situation someday and no one will save you, so don't try to sound smart, buddy."
After he left, I realized that confidence is key, and arrogance is... damn it! I'd forgotten wisdom.
Anyway, tomorrow is Halloween! For the first time as a human being, I had to participate in this farce where people dress up in different costumes, not to celebrate the occasion, but because they hate themselves so much they imagine themselves to be something else!
I went to the store and bought everything: decorations and candy. I put a Glenn Quagmire cartoon character, which I consider the scariest thing ever, in front of my house.
When I picked Steve up from school and showed him the decorations, he was both happy and terrified. I looked at him and said, "Gigty, Gigty!" He laughed, although I'm sure he didn't get the hint.
We took him for a walk around town, then went to the cinema and watched a scary movie. The movie was so bad: concept 5/10, characters 6/10, plot 3/10, and ending -10/10!
Finally, we went to the costume store. I chose the Zoro costume for Steve, which looked a bit tight on him, while I chose the Deadpool costume because it hid his ugly truth from the world.