BREAKING NEWS: LAPD'S CAPTAIN'S SON IN POLICE CUSTODY!
"After the brutal murder of the Greenes and their yet to be identified housekeeper in a house fire, investigations have been made and they reveal that Peter McGregor's DNA samples were found at the crime scene. As a result, he is currently the main suspect of this hideous crime.
Did our golden boy deliberately murder the Greenes?
Was he secretly seeing their housekeeper? Samples of her hair were found in his car after all. Better yet, was he stalking her? Rumour has it: the lass was bony. McGregor probably took a liking in her; approached her and for the first time in forever, got rejected.
Could our Peter_ Captain McGregor's son_ be a sadist? Who knows?
This is Anna Montgomery reporting live from KTLA; stay tuned for more of the McGregor fiasco_ there is trouble in paradise."
Perfect... this is just what I needed. Now that my 'death' has been confirmed, I can move to my next target. Peter's clumsiness came in quite handy though; no one suspects that the fire had been meant for the Greenes_ exclusively.
I do have a minor predicament though: I can't let that fool rot behind bars, yet. Not until I've gotten my master's degree in IT.
Right now, I need to make a call and fix all this mess_ it's my only way out.
"911 what's your emergency?' a hoarse voice from the other side of the line inquires.
"How do you do ma'am? I have some information about the McGregor case." I articulate flawlessly sweetly.
"Give me a second, will you?"
And so I did.
"You can continue." A different voice informed me.
And so I did.
"I'm not sure if Peter has mentioned me or Rey to anyone else before, but I doubt he has. That being said, I'll have to introduce myself." I pause and catch my breath.
"I am normally referred to as Lisa Shawn. Rey and I were from the same orphanage. When the orphanage shut down, she became homeless. I, on the other hand got lucky_ my estranged great-aunt took me in after the bankruptcy. I would still communicate with Rey from time to time. We wou-"
"Miss Shawn, how is any of this revelant?" a manly voice rudely cut me off.
"Relevant sir. It's relevant. R-E-L-E-V-A-N-T. Relevant." I returned his awful courtesy, with the same tone he used on me.
"You can always leave when you don't want to listen, sir. You might not want to disturb me again monsieur." I suggest_ my words laced with untold threats.
"Is that a threat, Miss Shawn?" he asks me.
"No sir, it's a warning you might not want to go against." I sweetly reply. "If you don't mind, I'd like to continue." I pause a little, then continue...
"Even if you do mind, I shall continue. To me, your preferences are ir-RELEVANT." I point out, making sure to pronounce his most-known-word precisely.
"Where was I? Uhm- the meeting place am I correct?" I consider for a while and take my time to resume.
"From time to time, Rey and I would meet up at a coffee shop during her two-hour break if I'm not mistaken. Our meet-up place turned out to be Peter's favourite coffee shop and we all just 'clicked'. We both liked Peter. Let me correct that. I loved Peter, Merida just liked him."
"I take it that 'Rey's' full name is Merida?" a feminine voice questioned and I confirmed her doubts by saying yes.
"Peter was particularly interested in Merida, nothing new. People always preferred her over me. Everyone and everything preferred her over me_ even death_ he preferred her over me." I chuckle a bit, "Oh yes, death preferred her over me," between feigned tears, I bellowed.
I am starting to take a liking in these cops_ they're starting to know when not to interrupt me.
Silence
"Everything okay ma'am?" that was one of my supposed 'listeners'
Ever had a problem with your sinuses? If not, you're lucky. I don't even need to fake a snuff. Snuffs become me; I'm literally 'snuffina', if y'kno' wha' I'm tryin'a say.
"Pardon me, it's a touchy subject." I say between, you know what.
"He secretly started seeing Merida and he wanted them to go public. She, however, wished not to do so. Because, she had, I quote, 'No intentions of tarnishing his image'. Also because she's all sweet and innocent and caring." I bite out in bitterness and feigned disgust.
Once again, silence_ my favourite sound.
"I have evidence that could prove Peter's innocence. He was at B's coffee shop at the time of the fire. They had planned to meet each other_ without me being there. You can always check the coffee shop's CCTV footage; I'd like to believe that he saw the flames that abused the Greenes' house on television, then rushed there to save his amore, but unfortunately found nothing left to save an-"
Not again
"Wait a minute Miss Shawn, how do you know all this?"
Because I killed them, stupid. That voice sounded like Captain McGregor's. Of course he had to be there, I have him by the balls.
But honestly, could this get any better? I mean... seriously?
"I-I just know sir, I know it wasn't him. He loved his stupid Merida_ too much." I deadpan and hang up.
In the absence of ado, I email old McGregor photo-shopped images of Peter and a dark haired half-Asian female along with the words: There you go captain, your son is indeed golden after all_ just like his father.
How I wish he knew as much as I do at times.
Now I know that post mortems, autopsies, whatever the crap_ won't be conducted on any of the charred corpses in the Greenes semi-manour. It's very unfortunate that Lisa will have to take the fall for all this mess. I really liked her; however, I shouldn't be surprised_ the things and people that I like and love have a tendency of dying, tis their infame and I can't do anything about it
***
MASTER VILE'S POV
"Forgive me for my clumsiness, Master Vile," from the other line, he apologizes. He sounds a bit shaken up, which is good.
Peter is one of those kids who find a way of fucking things up_ all the fucking time!
"You're going to have to bring down two more bodies, Peter. All because of your goddamn gaffes!" I scold, in my oh-so manly and thunderous voice.
"Make it theoretical, you fool."
"Yes sir."
"Oh... and Peter? We wouldn't wanna make me mad now, would we?" I suggest, not so provocatively_ the threat conveyed by my words and tone explicitly pronounced. His mother stands poised between life and death; only he can alter the torque_ positively or rather_ negatively, it all depends on him, honestly.
Charming, aren't I?
***
MERIDA'S POV
"Love and jealousy turned me into something I am not_ a monster. Before Peter, I was normal, happy and me. But he just fucked me up. I wanted him_ I still want him and I will stop at nothing until I get him; only I can have him. He is mine. Merida thought that she could steal him from me, but I'm smart and I know her type so I killed her. I killed her and everything she loved, including Peter, including myself, including my great-aunt and including the oh-so mighty Greenes.
Peter's death has to be cruel; he messed me up. Why doesn't he love me? I could've given him everything. Nevertheless, he took the bait.
My hitman will make sure that Peter's murder, or should I say assassination is a success; meanwhile, I have some suicide to commit. I know I'll meet him again_ in hell. This time, he won't have the time to say 'no'. Peter McGregor is MINE. Since we weren't able to be together in this world, I'm taking our relationship to hell_ not even purgatory. In hell our souls will be bound together in an open flame_ that'll make us forever."
After running Lisa's suicide video for the third time tonight, I lock it in a portable titanium case. They'll eventually be able to open it I know.
Giving myself a pat on the shoulder owing to my 'strategically designed architecture' my mind trails back to the disguise mask I'd impersonated Lisa with_ I must say, six months of art school came in quite handy in my account.
Currently, I am Lisa Shawn's not-so-genetically-identical clone. She's been dead for a while now_ poor girl.
I always knew that I'd need her identity someday; that day is today. I've been preserving her body for some time; I'm glad that it all ends now. I'm also glad that forensic scientists won't be conducting any silly investigations on her and her aunt's charred remains.
Because first of all: the case will automatically be closed, thanks to the tape I've locked in that titanium case.
Second of all: before her demise, I'd studied her closely_ like a biology student would, an arthropod. She had no friends; she was just a mad girl from the mental hospital.
Third of all: that's why I had him.
Before blowing off the Shawn's mansion, I injected chlorine gas; silicon dioxide and unscented methane inside the manour. The rest, as they say, is history.
***
BREAKING NEWS: "Once again, drama and trauma pay the McGregors a visit. We all know how Peter McGregor became the main suspect in the Greenes' murder. Much to his luck, his innocence was proven a few hours ago through a confession video clip that was shot by now-deceased Lisa Shawn.
Apparently, the vile female had a vindictive plot which was unfortunately a total fiasco.
Owing to her one-sided desire for Peter McGregor, she took malicious pleasure in murdering all that was dear to deceased Merida McNeill_ herself included.
All these, she did in hopes of maneuvering Peter's heart. As she blew herself off, she had hired a hitman to do the same with McGregor who, however, was lucky and shall live to see another day_ hopefully. Peter is currently admitted at St. Mary's Hospital, Los Angeles, as he has lost a great deal of blood from a bullet that forced its way inside his lower abdomen.
Lisa Shawn left the aforementioned video tape locked in a titanium case; a while after the explosion at her great-aunt's mansion, it was discovered. At least now Los Angeles knows that their golden boy is innocent and is, in fact, a victim himself.
There is more to this case that is yet to be revealed. Stay tuned as we collect more information concerning this case.
Reporting live from KTLA is Anna Montgomery. Adios."
A huge smile forms on my lips as I sip the mouth-watering hot-cocoa in my hands.
This means that I've nailed it.
The Greenes are dead and buried.
Lisa's story was bought.
Peter's not dead and I-
Am still kicking.
Now I need yet another makeover. Kenton is a man of specific tastes I know, but I don't want to be what he's looking for. I have to be what he's not looking for in a woman_ it'll make me stand out.
Once I'm done with him, he won't know what hit him.
Who shot Joshua, Merida?
A voice from within invaded my thoughts. No matter how much I try to not worry about the sniper's identity, I can't help myself.
Calm down. Calm down, it's nothing serious.
Another voice releases me from the mental havoc I was in.
I can't help but think of how they consider themselves friends. I mean, they didn't attend Joshua Greene's funeral. I do know what the contract requires of them, but still.
Oh and I came to know one thing: the wealth they inherit when one of them dies is acknowledged by the public as an investment-gone-right. Lucky bastards.