The Perfect Crime. a short story with a twist

Agent William Klein listened intently, the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck standing at attention. He knew at that instant that he discovered the Perfect Crime. Smiling, he nodded his head, and turned off the recorder. He heard enough. The Final Detail clinched it. Grabbing the phone, his heart palpitating in his chest, he took a deep breath and dialed the number to the Home Office. "This is it, my big …

…attack right before my eyes. Lucky for us, I got his briefcase with the recording in it before the paramedics carted him off to the morgue." The Big Guy returned the wink. "Lucky for us, indeed. I had him up here so fast, he didn't even have time to go home and tell the wife about it. I guess no one will ever know that Agent Klein had anything to do with The Perfect Crime."