That poor girl. It’s such a shame it had to come to this. I warned her that maybe her time was up, and she should leave. She just didn’t listen. Now I’m sure there are reasons for me to be guilty of her murder, she had her mother’s knack for finding out things. I guess snooping runs in the family. As does taking things too far.

She knew very well about my little habit of finding out what people were up to on the library computers. And indeed for using that information to blackmail some of them. But this is a nice town, people pay up, or they get a visit from my friends Mr Biff and Mr Bash.

As it turns out, I didn’t need to get my hands dirty when it came to Miss Fyde, or her mother. I would have asked someone else to do it. I even encouraged someone else to. But I made sure I was on the library computers at the time she was killed. I am innocent. In a literal sense.