Now for the rest of you here is how the killer got Myles...
Dear Guests,
It was the night of move in, and all the new house guests had just finished toasting and began sharing their introductions. While that was going on, Myles, the gardner, was working on the rose bush. As Myles was getting ready to head back to the tool shed, he saw a text message from Danniella, the maid: “Get a glass of milk and meet me in the den, it’s time for our slice of pie, we deserve a break.” Of course, I had taken her phone and sent the text myself. Afraid to get his phone dirty from the work he did with the rose bush and in the dirt all day, he left the phone on the ground and headed into the house.
Due to him working in the garden and yard all day, his shoes left prints of dirt and leaves all through the kitchen floor. He opened the door to the refrigerator presumably looking for a snack after a long day’s work. Before he could finish his search in the fridge, the lights went out in the kitchen. Myles headed straight for the breaker for the main floor, which was located in the kitchen.
As he opened the door to the breaker, he turned the switch, and in that very moment a big flash of light came out. Our good friend Myles, laid on the floor, skin charred and his right arm blown off. Blood was splattered on the wall and pieces of his hand and arm scattered throughout on the wall of the breaker. On the breaker switch for the main kitchen lights was a small piece of metal with a wire wrapping up through the air conditioning vent.
Inside the pantry, was something both fascinating and sadistic. The wire was connected to the switch of a large battery, 20 volts.
I clearly rigged a trigger wire to the battery, set to go off with the slightest movement. Knowing that Myles would be the one to go straight to the breaker, taking out Myles was easy as pie.
Cordially,
The Killer
