He did it.

HE KILLED HER!

I can see it clearly now. But do I know him?

Tall, dark, almost handsome I guess.

Yes, I’m sure I’d seen him with her before. Why can’t I remember?

Perhaps it was a jealous lover. Yes, I am sure of it now. He assassinated the beauty.

The voices yell at me now – those lying voices of a distant memory.

But I know. I know she was murdered.