Past

Hi, my name is Dug and I just found my best friend lying dead on the floor of his room. I called the police and they connected me to a guy named Detective Johnson. When he got to our house, he found a knife with fingerprints on it in the kitchen. he told me "I gotta check these fingerprints to see if they match with fingerprints to the people that live close by here". Before Johnson left he said, "Don't worry, I will come up with a way to put the clues together. Goodbye". When he left, my butler came down and said, "would you like some tea?" "No! I want some vodka!"

"Fine," he replied, but in kind of an annoyed way and he left.

(Butler)

I heard someone knocking at the door, so I went to open it and it was Mr. Johnson.

"Hello butler where is Dug?" He asked.

"he is out right now. what do you want," I asked. then he said "I must check the body to check how long it has been dead"

"fine go right ahead" and he left to the room with the dead body. When he came back down he said "can I check your fingerprints" and I asked "why?"

"It's not because I think it is you this is just standardized."

"fine," and then after that, he left and then everything went dark.

(Dug)

I came home to find my butler lying on the floor. I checked his pulse and I knew that he was dead. I called detective Johnson. He came to the house and said to me, "I think I know who killed Bob and the butler... I think it was you. you are most likely going to be arrested."

"But, why?"

"because all the evidence leads to you so it is the criteria to arrest you. I would arrest you right now but I do not have enough evidence. Don't leave town, goodbye". When the night came I went to sleep, waiting for tomorrow. But at 3:00, I woke up to the house burning down. I got up from the bed and ran out of the house. I ran down the steps and through the flames. When I got out of the house I was completely on fire. My body could barely move as the fire started to burn my body to a crisp. Before I knew it, my body started turning charcoal black. I knew that I would not make it. Before I was about to take my last breath, I saw Johnson and I had hope again. I begged him, "help me, help me please!" "no," Johnson replied.

"But, why?"

"because I am the murderer! I was the one that killed Bob and your butler and set fire to your house,"

"but, why?"

"I was bored and, I just felt like it."