(Here is another post from that previous blog. It's several years old, but still valid) It occurs to me that tonight I have finally pieced together the perfect murder. Undeniably, and without the necessity of modesty, I can assure you that it is, not only, fool proof, but a work of, absolute simplicity. Location is not important. Witnesses are not an issue. |
A knife, an ice pick, a gun, a baseball bat, poison, it doesn’t matter the tool. The subway, a busy city street, the board room, in the middle of the convocation of the Policeman’s Benevolent Ball, it doesn’t matter where. A conviction of murder in any degree would not be considered. It could not.
Ahhhh….but the question of “who” is key. The murderer must be of a certain and specific pedigree. “Who” is the plan, the act, and the success all wrapped up in a neat little package. “Who” is everything.
I can guarantee you that the perpetrator of the murder would not, even, be alone when he plunged the knife, pulled the trigger or leveled the club. He would, more than likely, be arms length from a witness who could identify him with unimaginable clarity. That witness would have no difficulty convincing the authorities as to the identity of the culprit. More importantly, the accused would be taken into custody, almost, immediately. The suspect could hold a press conference and state with unequivocal confidence that, yes, he committed the murder. And yet, there is nothing that the police could do.
How?
Simple. Conjoined twins. Provided they share a common and needed body organ that prevents surgical separation there is no way to incarcerate one of the twins without infringing on the rights of the other. So you see, the perfect murder has nothing to do with the planning or the act. It has, everything to do with the defense.
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