The Body Looks Familiar

The murder hadn’t happened yet, but when it did, it would come as no surprise to the man from the D.A.'s office.

Right now, in fact, he was sitting in the victim’s apartment, awaiting her return. He had already taken care to plant the leads, to weave together the whole web of evidence that would direct the police unerringly to the wrong man.

If you want a frame-up done right, he was thinking, build the frame yourself. ...

Then he heard a key in the door. He rose, and reached for the pistol under his coat.