LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER

Thanks for being here. It was athough and horrible situation to find my lovely husband was dead-
exclaimed Ms Maloney.

Even though we are accoustemed to deal with the death. Mr. Maloney was not only a workmate
but also a guide, leader. Said one of the police officer.

But we are glado to see you better. Your cheekbones recover theirs colour. Yelled another
detective.

Some of you would you like a cup of coffee or tea? Asked humblely Ms Maloney

We would like, yet it is late. We need to come back to work. Refused politely Detective Fergusson.

Some minutes later, while Ms Maloney was in the middle of the living room with a steaming cup of
tea looking who the police officers and detectives were leaving her house. After drinking a sip of
tea she shouted I killed my husband. The group of police officers came back and looked deeply at
Ms Maloney.

Why? Hwo? . These and others questions came to the police officers´s mind.

Simply, I hit him with the lamb´s leg before cooking it. Besides you helped me to commit the
perfect crime because you ate the weapons and the only fingerprint that appeared in the bone is
yours, Detective Fergusson. No mine because all the time I used gloves.

The police was confused, they thought that the crime had been committed by a afroamerican or a
Hispanic because they were clouded for something they would never have.

Beneath the lamb skin, we found a fox skin. A maquiavelic woman who committed the perfect
crime and in this time with the help of the police who instead of serving and protect in this
opportunity was to encover and to kill.