Mr Baker walked over to the chest freezer

He examined the heavy padlock on the lid

Do you want to look inside said Miss Walters

He looked at her in disbelief and replied hell no

Tell me how all this happened he said firmly

She reached in her bag and handed him a bottle of pills

They were powerful prescription painkillers

He took his own life with these she said

He had been depressed after retiring

Often sleeping downstairs after heavy drinking

One morning I found him dead in the chair

I panicked and put him in the freezer

Why not just report his death he asked

I was afraid of being accused of murder

She began to cry and uttered please help me

He held her in his arms as she sobbed

Let me do some research and figure out a plan he said

She stopped crying and kissed him

He drove home trying to make sense out of all this mess

After hours on the internet he concluded she should just confess

He decided to tell her on Monday over lunch

But she was not on the train that day

He called her cell phone but no answer

She was probably just upset he thought 

Three days later and still no sign of Miss Walters

He sat at his desk wondering if she was alright

While opening his letters and sorting them into piles

A large brown envelope with no markings caught his attention

He pulled out a bunch of printed photographs

A clear image of him entering her house

Close ups of his fingerprints on the pill bottle and padlock

His phone rang and a voice said we can prove you killed him

…………..to be continued……………….