DIARY OF A CRIMINAL
As might have done that! I was in an apartment on Paseo del Prado in Madrid, and before me lay the lifeless body of my best friend, Andoni. But I did not know what he did, that night he had drunk more than usual. I did not want to kill him. I grabbed my coat and hat and went from there running
I d.C day (after the crime)
That morning I woke up with a horrible hangover to my dismay the news of the murder and appeared in newspapers and on television.El Pais published so: "The Paseo del Prado, witnessed a horrible murder. Inspector Gomez, case manager said that the murderer could have been drunk because they vodka stains found on the ground." I was uneasy but still I kept my routine and went to work as if nothing had happened.
Day II d.C
When I got up got dressed and ran, went down to the kiosk to a newspaper to find out the last hour of the event. The inspector Gomez had found a piece of the handle of the knife that had fallen and the country was telling: "The police have an ace in the hole last night found a piece of the handle of the knife used in the murder." At that moment I felt sick and got into the bed to keep out and what remained of day.
Day III d.C
When I got up I went down to the kiosk to see if there were developments in the case, and if that was because the public published: "The police are looking at the track to find the murderer committed the crime of November 17, 2010." I had to do something, should seize the piece of the knife to get rid of it before the test betray me. I went to my house to devise a plan. I decided to commit the theft at dawn to avoid attention, it would be the next night. According to the newspapers the piece of knife was kept by the inspector Gomez so I went to my local headquarters, Chamberí, to find out where to find the agreed time.
Day IV d.C
The day had just begun and the clock struck 00.30. When I got out of bed, got dressed and grabbed a knife. I went to the barracks, where the inspector was on duty that night, slept in his chair. Running Scared was placed on the table, but when going to pick it up I ran and woke up to the inspector, who said:- The murderer comes back for proof of the crime huh? You thought you were still on time, you should have planned it better because this afternoon to test you betrayed.I got scared knife l and threw myself on him pinning. I had to kill him, but I would be a serious problem but could not, had a little voice inside me telling me that it was wrong. When they fail chooses to flee. I took the car and prepared to escape. I would go to Portugal, had always wanted to live there.
Day V d.C
That night I slept in a motel near Merida. He was almost in l border.At 08:00 I set off. All went well until I got to Badajoz, a half hour later, I started to hear sirens and looking in the mirror I saw two police cars chasing. Quickened, had never been so fast, the speedometer marked 210 km per hour. I passed and looked Badajoz and the border. I went through a curve and then lost all control of my ford. I hit the guardrail and rolled over took two to finish turning the wayside.
Epilogue
I awoke in the hospital La Paz, there were two policemen watching me, I did some tests and check that had emerged unscathed took me to prison. Sometimes I wish I had died in the accident
As might have done that! I was in an apartment on Paseo del Prado in Madrid, and before me lay the lifeless body of my best friend, Andoni. But I did not know what he did, that night he had drunk more than usual. I did not want to kill him. I grabbed my coat and hat and went from there running
I d.C day (after the crime)
That morning I woke up with a horrible hangover to my dismay the news of the murder and appeared in newspapers and on television.El Pais published so: "The Paseo del Prado, witnessed a horrible murder. Inspector Gomez, case manager said that the murderer could have been drunk because they vodka stains found on the ground." I was uneasy but still I kept my routine and went to work as if nothing had happened.
Day II d.C
When I got up got dressed and ran, went down to the kiosk to a newspaper to find out the last hour of the event. The inspector Gomez had found a piece of the handle of the knife that had fallen and the country was telling: "The police have an ace in the hole last night found a piece of the handle of the knife used in the murder." At that moment I felt sick and got into the bed to keep out and what remained of day.
Day III d.C
When I got up I went down to the kiosk to see if there were developments in the case, and if that was because the public published: "The police are looking at the track to find the murderer committed the crime of November 17, 2010." I had to do something, should seize the piece of the knife to get rid of it before the test betray me. I went to my house to devise a plan. I decided to commit the theft at dawn to avoid attention, it would be the next night. According to the newspapers the piece of knife was kept by the inspector Gomez so I went to my local headquarters, Chamberí, to find out where to find the agreed time.
Day IV d.C
The day had just begun and the clock struck 00.30. When I got out of bed, got dressed and grabbed a knife. I went to the barracks, where the inspector was on duty that night, slept in his chair. Running Scared was placed on the table, but when going to pick it up I ran and woke up to the inspector, who said:- The murderer comes back for proof of the crime huh? You thought you were still on time, you should have planned it better because this afternoon to test you betrayed.I got scared knife l and threw myself on him pinning. I had to kill him, but I would be a serious problem but could not, had a little voice inside me telling me that it was wrong. When they fail chooses to flee. I took the car and prepared to escape. I would go to Portugal, had always wanted to live there.
Day V d.C
That night I slept in a motel near Merida. He was almost in l border.At 08:00 I set off. All went well until I got to Badajoz, a half hour later, I started to hear sirens and looking in the mirror I saw two police cars chasing. Quickened, had never been so fast, the speedometer marked 210 km per hour. I passed and looked Badajoz and the border. I went through a curve and then lost all control of my ford. I hit the guardrail and rolled over took two to finish turning the wayside.
Epilogue
I awoke in the hospital La Paz, there were two policemen watching me, I did some tests and check that had emerged unscathed took me to prison. Sometimes I wish I had died in the accident
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