This is the twenty-third part of a fiction serial, in 800 words.
“This will be the last session focusing on that Sunday, Jeffrey. I am keen to ask you why you did nothing to Miss Martinez, the resident of Flat Nine”.
“I had been in her place a few times. She must have been using sleeping tablets to get a good sleep after her long shifts, as she was always flat out, and never noticed me walking around. She wore one of those black sleep-masks too, velvet I think. She had it on that morning, and was in a very deep sleep. I sat on her bed watching her. She had no idea. To be honest, I had nothing against her. She was attractive, that’s for sure, but she had zero interest in me that way. She worked hard, her flat was immaculate, and she had nice things. You know, good taste, classy”.
“Then was it her good looks and good taste that saved her from you, Jeffrey?”
“Not sure. I had never intended to hurt her at all, right from the time I started to make my plans. There was a green circle around her flat on my plan, same as the one around Loud Couple’s flat. That meant they would be okay. Frizzy-Haired Sexy Girl didn’t even need her door lock interfered with, as I was sure she wouldn’t wake up until her tablet wore off”.
“But you still went into her place. They found bloodstains on the door, walls, bedding, and bedroom carpet”.
“Oh yes, I popped in to check on her, like I said. I watched her sleep for a minute or two, then left”.
“You liked her then. Liked to watch her. Was it a sexual attraction?”
“She was undeniably sexy, but it wasn’t that. She reminded me of me”.
“She kept herself to herself. She was clean and tidy, always smart, and smelled great. She didn’t get involved with any of the others in the block unless she couldn’t avoid it, and she worked long hours on shifts without complaint. Maybe she hated being a croupier, I don’t know, but she did it to make money, and she spent that money wisely and well. She’s the sort who would never consider being a drain on society, believe me”.
“The man opposite you was not so lucky, I see. The actor, Julian Thoroughgood. What did you have against him? Was it because he was a homosexual?”
“You people always have to bring up sex, don’t you? You presume everything that happens has a sexual motive. Whether that is latent homosexuality, attraction to the opposite sex, or being in love with your mother. You really do need to move on, find some new theories. Still banging away with Freud and Jung, forgetting it is no longer the 19th century. This is the twenty-first century, doctor, and a lot has happened since nineteen-hundred. Though you lot seem to have failed to notice. I didn’t care that Theatrical Conehead was gay. Didn’t bother me in the least. But he was a bully, a whiny bully. And he traded on a false reputation based on being in one crappy television show, and doing a lot of crowd scene bit parts. He was fake”.
“Was that enough to justify what happened to him then?”
“As far as I am concerned, obviously”.
“Was he surprised to see you enter his flat that morning?”
“Funnily enough, it didn’t occur to him to ask how I had got in there, or why I was carrying a tool bag. He was shocked at all the blood. He thought I was injured, and was like, ‘Oh my dear, whatever has happened?’ I pointed to the balcony, as if the answer was outside. Then when he went out to look, I grabbed his legs and dropped him over. Have you ever heard the sound of someone hitting concrete after falling almost a hundred feet? It sounds like a slap, not at all what you might imagine”.
“Why did you do something so public? You must have known that someone would soon see his body?”
“Of course, that was my finale. I knew that someone would call an ambulance, and the police would turn up. The bike lock had been removed from the door, and I just had enough time to bag up my overalls and boots, then have a quick shower to make myself presentable before they arrived at my flat. I gave them everything, laptop, notes, all the relevant stuff, and made a full confession in my flat. The uniformed officers were surprised, as they had no idea what else had happened. When the detectives arrived, they made me sit in my flat while a full search went on”.
“Thank you, Jeffrey. I will be seeing you again to discuss what happened after your arrest”.