A Perfect Murder Essay

Story.

For ten years the “Mental Oriental” Indian restaurant, just south of   Hampstead on the outskirts of London, had prided on exceptional food for reasonable prices. So on an average weekend it could turn its 156 seat capacity twice over. Tonight, a warm Saturday in June, the wait for a table was at least half an hour. Seated in his customary spot, table 11, Larry Black was commenting to his wife, Nora, and their friend Jack on how the place had grown   since they first ate their just under a decade ago. Now they made a point of coming to the Mental Oriental every other Friday, almost like clockwork. Their meal came to the table it looked delicious as usual. Nora and Jack dug in but Larry always waited for it to cool. A tall friendly faced person came over to the table. “good evening, is everything up to our fine standards” They all gave the person a strange look as they didn’t recognise him. “oh please excuse me I am the new manger” he said in a light French accent. “ I was employed-” but before he could finish his sentence he slipped on the shiny, polished table and knocked over Larry’s beer. “oh I am so sorry, Waiter” he called “clear this up, Mr. Black I will get you a new beer on the house.” Larry didn’t complain and he didn’t notice that the manger knew his surname without Larry telling him. If he knew then what he knows now he wouldn’t of accepted the free beer. The manger returned with the beer “there you are sir and once again I’m very sorry”

An hour later and they had finished their meal they sat back and talked about Larry’s job as an overseas asset scout when Larry stopped mid sentence and began rubbing his abdomen. Not a minute later severe cramps were knotting his gut, accompanied almost immediately by waves of nausea. He felt a sweat break out under his arms and over his forehead. His vision blurred. “Larry? Are...