Confirmation
They’ll never catch me.
My alibi was so flawless, the crime committed so cleanly, that there are moments when even I’m not sure I did it. What evidence is there? My memory, to be sure, but without the merest bit of corroborating evidence to back it up, how much is that worth? Against a whole universe full of evidence to the contrary, one man’s memories, however vivid, don’t amount to much.
I am forced to accept the facts: If I ever want to be sure, I have to kill another one.
You’d think after the first eleven I’d have learned.
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