Morning all and welcome to Friday. Not only does the weekend loom in the distance but for me this is a good day. I managed to clear almost everything off my schedule. I have one conference call and then, oh then I get to spend the rest of the day writing. Mwahahahaha. Okay so let’s jump start this day with a friday writing prompt. Ready? Forward March! Or forward sashay if that is your preference. Or saunter, or even shuffle if you want. regardless, we go.
That was unexpected. and so we add another post it note to figure out the murder/revenge plot. At the moment if feels like it could go either way. I spinned my wheels a bit before my brain latched onto a story so I’d have to pare it down a bit before use, but it could be interesting.
Friday, January 15th: At the same time, she replaced the camera.
At the same time, she replaced the camera. It seemed like the most sensible thing to do under the circumstances. She knew he both the camera and the rest of the equipment at the same time. If they both had the same amount of wear to them and she knew if she replaced one without the other, it would look suspicious.
She didn’t know who would check, but she wanted to cover every contingency. Everything needed to look correct, even if no one ever thought to look. She had been through the steps in her mind so many times she was confident her plan would work. She was confident she could pull it off. But she didn’t want to be too confident. She knew that’s when mistakes happened. It was when the criminal knew they were sure to get away with it and knew that they were smarter than the cops chasing them that slip ups occurred.
She had been watching police procedurals for years. It didn’t matter how well thought out her plan. Something could always go wrong. It didn’t matter that the cops of Dead Springfs were as dumb as fence posts. There was always the chance they were brighter on the job when faced with a real mystery than they were in their everyday lives. Having known most of them for the past three years she knew they had to be smarter than they looked.
‘If they weren’t they would have drowned years ago just from looking up when it rained and wondering what the noise was,’ she thought.
She allowed herself a snort of derision. Her mask was in place and she was gloved and practically sealed into her clothing so she didn’t fear the leaving of dna.
‘Besides anything I leave will be gone before anything is triggered.’ That was the beauty of her plan. It was slow and methodical. All the elements would have been in place well before anything was triggered. Every component would have been added at a different time. Take the camera and gear she was even now replacing. It was purchased at the same time as the set he used. She watched how he used it and used it in a similar way and for the same duration so it had the same pattern of wear to it. The doctored bits of gear wouldn’t look any different of special since the changes were added before she began initiating the pattern of use. They looked like they belonged.
There was just one thing to change out. The camera she was replacing in his bag was identical to his, except for the memory card. She took out the memory card she used before bringing the camera here. Now, she slipped the memory card from his camera and slid it into the replacement. She put the camera in the case and took the one he used with her. Before she left, she checked everything. She knew she was smarter than the local police, but it wouldn’t take a genius to see a footprint or a dropped paper.
Satisfied there was nothing, she left the building, returning to her home. There, she wiped down his camera with wipes removing all presence of him. She then added her regular memory card to this camera and made sure her prints were all over it. It was unlikely to draw notice but if anyone asked, she bought the camera at his recommendation. As she had been seen using it around town before there were plenty to back up her story. It was the final piece in her plan. Six months she moved carefully, slowly and now all she had to do was wait and let the pieces fall into place.
Ten til Midnight 