The Perfect Job.

For this week’s blog, I wrote a short crime story.

Nicholas Wilson had a meeting with his employee Tom Lawson on June the 5rd, 2016 at Tom’s house at 8 pm; I wonder what the meeting was about.

Mr. Wilson arrived in his black Tesla at exactly 7:58 pm, he parked his car in the driveway behind Tom’s white Mercedes, before getting out of the car he texted his wife Barbra the following message: “Hey honey, don’t wait for me I’ve just arrived at tom’s, I’ll wake you up when I’m home, sleep well.”

When he rang the bell, he noticed the camera blinking green from above and he waved at it like he always does. He heard the door open, and inside he went.

It is 8:34 pm. After a loud thud, the house fell silent, Nick was on the ground, face down, a pool of blood slowly forming around his head, you could see his brain, Tom was standing beside him holding a blue dumbbell in his right hand with a cold glare in his eyes.

Tom headed to the kitchen, poured himself a Whiskey, and sat on the black leather sofa facing Nick’s body, he admired his work while enjoying his drink, he never felt Whiskey taste this good, he got up to finish his piece of art.

He knew what to do; he had been planning this for years; he imagined the whole scenario every night before falling asleep, it’s what made him stay sane. He wondered what would his future plans be since he fulfilled his major goal in life. “I better find a new goal”, he mumbled under his breath.

He went straight to his office where he controls the CCTVs and disabled all of them. He found his leather gloves waiting for him on his desk; he put them on then went sprinting to the living room where he left Nick’s lifeless body or should I say the dead room?

He looked for Nick’s phone, which was in his right pocket, he unlocked it using Nick’s finger, ugh technology. He wanted to see if Nick texted Barbra. His plan depended on this. ‘Don’t wait up, I’ll wake you up. Perfect!’ He read the text out loud with a grin on his face. ‘Oh Nick, you stupid bastard’, he added before returning the phone to its place.

His next move was the sole of his plan. He needs to do it quickly and cleanly, mess calls for nothing but more trouble, and he hates trouble.

He opened the main door, looked both ways before he opened the Tesla. He went back inside and dragged Nick’s corpse outside; he covered his head in a towel. He doesn’t want the blood to get on his newly painted driveway. He put the corpse in the driver’s seat; he closed the house’s door; he got into the passenger seat, put the car in autopilot mode, and back to the street they were. Tonight would have gone differently if Nick brought his range rover instead, but he had that scenario planned too.

Halfway to Nick’s home, he stopped and parked the car under a tree, removed the towel and put it inside the black plastic bag he had in his pocket, he threw a rock at the window and he hid his face as the glass shattered. ‘All part of my mysterious plan’ he said as he started walking back home.

The moment he entered his house, he removed the gloves and went straight to his bedroom, removed all of his clothes down to his birthday suit, and went to the kitchen where he put on an apron and plastic gloves.

It was 10:15 pm when he turned on his favorite Opera mix before he got the bucket from the bathroom; it has everything he will need. He started by cleaning the dumbbell; he used bleached and started scrubbing. ‘gosh it will be a long night, I hate cleaning’ he mumbled.

After he made sure the dumbbell was clean, he put it aside and started scrubbing the floor, the blood was thick before he could start, he wiped it with the yellow sponge and he got the brush, ‘scrub scrub scrub’, he sang rhyming with the music, he never felt so calm.

Tom felt like a professional. Maybe this won’t be the last time he does this, even though it needs a lot of work. ‘I have never felt this dedicated to something’, he said before smiling at his reflection on the clean floor.

He had one more step done before washing his clothes and everything he used so far.
‘Stop, blacklight time’ he said in the rhythm of hammer time.
He got the black light lamp from his office; he bought it a month after meeting Nick; he knew this day was coming.
He double-checked the dumbbell and the floor. ‘ I could eat pudding off the floor if I want, good job Thomas’, he congratulated himself.

He went to the laundry room, put his clothes along with the towel and the sponge in the washing machine, before he headed to the shower, ‘I smell’ he said before stepping under the water.

It was exactly 11:45 pm when he went to bed. He slept like an angel.

‘I knew I wouldn’t have nightmares anymore’, he said while checking the clock, it was 7:15 am.

Tom started his day with a big smile on his face, he took a quick cold shower to wake him up, made his coffee, and headed to work, he had already moved on from last night’s events.

When he arrived at work, he headed straight to his boss’s office where he found his secretary Millie having her morning coffee.

‘Is Mr. Wilson here yet?’ He asked Millie with a half-smile. He tried extremely hard to hide his excitement.

‘No, I guess he’s running late today’, she replied while looking into Tom’s eyes. She always had a thing for him.

‘OK, can you let me know when he arrives, please? We didn’t finish our meeting last night, he said he had something urgent to do and left in the middle of the meeting’, he said back calmly, what an expert.

‘Sure’, she said back, smiling.

‘Have a good one Mel’, he said with a wink knowing it will make her day better and left.

It was June the 8th when the police came to the company; they interviewed everyone. When it was Tom’s turn you could see the calmness in his eyes, he was prepared.

‘Like I told Millie on Monday, Mr. Wilson left mid-meeting saying he had something urgent. I would let you check my house camera but they stopped working last week’. He answered the detective’s question with a worried look on his face.

‘Do you know what happened to him? Poor man.’ He added.

‘We can’t disclose any details with you at the moment but we are doing our job’. Detective Brown answered carefully, paying attention to Tom’s facial expressions.

‘Thank you, officer, for your service’, Tom said while shaking detective Brown’s hand firmly.

The detective left, and it was the last time Tom saw him.

It’s been a week since Tom last heard any news about Nick. He watched the news daily in the living room, focusing on the spot where Nick’s body was laying two weeks ago.

They finally announced his death; the police ruled it as a robbery gone wrong.

‘YES!!!!!’ he said while throwing his fist in the air! ‘Good Job Thomas!’

Tom went to bed that night with a bigger grin than the night he did the job, he never felt so proud of himself.

If you are thinking about how can a person know all of these details, think again.

- T.Lawson.

PS: I hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!
PPS: I will post a blog later on this week.