On the morning he was due to leave he arose at the usual time. He ate breakfast, showered and shaved and was ready when the taxi came at noon.
The airport was about an hour away and he had decided to take a taxi rather than use the train (the local station was very close) while being encumbered with luggage.
He was very excited. At last, the long-awaited trip was beginning. Arriving at the airport in plenty of time he took a seat in the lounge and opened the new novel he had bought the day before. He smiled as he considered the book’s title “The Perfect Murder”. “Well,” he thought. “I committed the perfect murder. Obviously, nobody really thinks I was involved or I wouldn’t be on my way to Africa.”
Soon his flight was called and as he entered the plane he saw a familiar face. He couldn’t put a name to the face but he was sure it was somebody he knew. Well, he would have time to think about it in the 12 hours’ flight to Cape town.
The steward showed him to his Business Class seat and after taking his jacket and putting his carry-on bag in the overhead locker, he offered a glass of champagne while they waited for the other passengers to board. He gave no more thought to the man he had seen at the airport and settled down to enjoy the flight. “This,” he thought “is certainly the way to travel.” The steward was very attentive and once dinner was over, he made up the lie-flat bed for him.
Having woken and enjoyed a good breakfast he got ready to leave the plane and really start on this adventure.
Waiting in line for immigration he saw the man again. He was sure that the fellow was looking at him. Maybe he couldn’t remember where they had met before either and was also trying to place him. And again, waiting at the carousel for his suitcase he saw the man looking straight at him.
Then after clearing customs, he walked towards the driver displaying his name on a placard and he suddenly remembered where he had seen the man before. He was one of the first detectives on the scene investigating his wife’s murder. As he reached his driver, the detective came up close and said “I want you to know that I know you did it and I’ll figure out a way to prove it eventually. So just keep looking over your shoulder. I will be right behind you.”