It was a hot,rainy night. One in many since the beginning of the summer. At 4. 30 the phone rang. I couldn't sleep anyway so I picked it up. The irritating voice of my partner was jabbering something about the Mardo's mansion. I put on my raincoat and my hat and headed down there. My cigarette was burning down as I was trying to enter the scene fighting my way through the corridor of reporters. The door opened and Teddy,my partner,showed me the way. Up the stairs,down the hall,right to that yellow police line that always makes me a bit nervous. The door opened and I could see the body right away. It was George Mardo. Funny seeing him lying on the floor with his guts all over his precious persian rug. Can't say whether I was sad or disgusted. The bastard had it coming. He was the worst scumbag this city has ever seen. But he was a dead guy and figuring out what happened to him was my job. I examined the body. He was shot six times in the chest and stomach. In his pocket I found his organizer. There was a note for him saying:"2 a. m. -Lola". We talked to the butler,John,who called us. It seems Mardo sent him to his small apartment to bring him some papers. Jonh figured out right away that he just wants him out of the house for a while,so he went for a bit longer drive to the small apartment,took the papers and came back at about 4. 00. He found body and called the police right away. We looked at the papers but it was just a piece of junk,nothing relevant to the case. We decided to pay a little visit to our friend Lola Herly. Everybody knew she was Mardo's lover. Everybody also knew she did it just for the money. We knocked on her door. She opened in her night clothes. We told her what happened. She seemed shocked. I decided to ask her questions,while Teddy searched the apartment. I asked her where she was that night between 2 and 4. She said she left the club at about 1,went home and went to bed right away. I asked her did she know if Mardo had an organizer. She said that she's not aware of. Teddy called me from the kitchen. He was holding a gun. We asked her was it her's. She said yes,that she sometimes uses it for practice. We took her in,examined the bullets and fingerprints. Everything matched. It seemed like a clean case. I'm sure you're wondering hoe did I get here?! Well,let's start from the beginning. I never liked Mardo. I always wished he was dead. During those hot nights without sleep I got these wild ideas in my head. I called Mardo the night before,asking him if we could meet alone in his place to discuss a matter from which we could both get something. I've seen Lola in the gun arena,so I knew she had a gun. I followed her that night to the club. When she went to the toilet I discreetly poured mashed up sleeping pills into her drink. I saw her went home after the drink and I followed her. I waited for a while in front of her apartment for the pills to kick in. I put on my gloves and broke in through her window,which she opened because of the heat. It was a bit difficult to find the gun. I hurried up to the Mardo's mansion. Merdo opened and went upstairs to his office. We talked for about 5 minutes,which was enough for me to tell him some stupid story,He got angry and asked me to leave. He got up to show me the way out and I shot him. I was a bit angry beacuse I shot him a couple times more. I thought I was lucky finding his organizer in the top drawe. I erased my name,put down Lola's and put the organizer in Mardo's pocket. I drove to Lola's apartment returning the gun. I went home with a smile on my face waiting for a call from Teddy. After that everything went great,but luck wasn't on my side. If only I looked under the desk. The bastard taped the recorder which some stupid seargent found a couple of hours later. The rest is history. I'm not sorry for what I did,if you were going to ask me that. I'm only sorry that I got caught. Now,if you would me excuse me,Father,I have a meal to eat and a walk to do.