Murderer...moi ????
Set wayback machine to around 1983.

There I was, working my way thru yooniversity, living at home (cheapskate) and with a part-time job at a hotel. Cushy life....except, there was a murder. A taxi driver picked up a customer, and was found throat-slashed in a quiet lane.

And the police questioned me ! God knows why.

It was only the hotel I worked at.
The lane was only half a mile from my home.
My parents were abroad for the week in question.
I hadn't even been working at the hotel that night, although I had walked up to the hotel (only 3 miles)to collect my wages, around the time that the taxi picked up the fare.
I'd spent the rest of the night at home, alone.
Someone roughly fitting my description, was served at a chip-shop on the hotel-home route, with allegedly blood-stained clothes.
I did have a deep gouge out of my arm (ran into some barbed wire).

Police took a blood sample, and I never heard from them again.

The Murderer ? They never caught m..him.
( Tepid_Halibut felt like a cold, empty shell of a human...until, Fri 9 Jan 2004, 9:52, Reply)