The Perfect murder or Not

Edward and Sarah had been married for 10 years. However, there marriage had not been one of those "splendid in the grass" types of marriage. Edward, from time to time, had a tendency to explode, especially when he was under pressure due to work-related issues. Sarah tolerated Edward's behavior. She always found ways to calm him down long enough for him to explain to her what was going on. After 10 years of dealing with Edward's explosive behavior, she had had enough.

3:00pm, Friday. After a long work week, I’m looking forward to spending quality time at home with my husband. Just the two of us! I thought to myself, “When I get home, I’m going to cook him a nice dinner because I know he has had a rough week at the office. On the way home, I'll stop at the video store pick up a couple of movies for us to watch after we finish eating dinner.”

4:30pm - Finally, I’m home. Immediately, I took off my shoes, sat my purse on the dining room table and headed to the kitchen to take a roast out of the freezer. The roast was frozen solid, so I put it in a pan to let it thaw out. I went into the bedroom to change my clothes. I went back into the kitchen to get dinner started.

5:30pm - My husband walks into the house. He doesn’t greet me the way he normally does, by asking me how was my day, with a soft gentle kiss on the cheek. After many years of marriage, I knew then something was amiss.

I said “hey, honey is everything alright, you look troubled. What happened today?” He said I’m not in a very good mood, so I don’t want to talk about anything. I said “ok, oh by the way, we are having roast, potatoes and steamed veggies for dinner tonight. Also, I picked up a couple of movies for us to watch later on.”

All of a sudden, he started ranting a raving, shouting and yelling. The only thing I thought to say was “honey, what is wrong, why are you acting this way?” I was still in the kitchen, now I’m thinking his attitude just ruined the evening, so, now I’m in a bad mood. I started cooking dinner, thinking that would make him feel better as well as calm me down.

7:00pn to 7:45pm - My husband came into the kitchen, still ranting and raving, never telling me what was bothering him. Then, all of a sudden he raised his hand and slapped me across the face. Naturally, I was shocked. I was holding the roast in my hand, which was somewhat still frozen. I wasn't thinking clearly. I reacted by hitting him in the head with the roast. The blow to his head knocked him to the floor. When he fell I started to panic. I put the roast down, called 911. I had to think fast before the paramedics and police arrived.

His head was bleeding and I was afraid that once the paramedics and police arrived I would be questioned as to whether or not this is a case of domestic violence and or accused of trying to kill my husband in the event he died while waiting for the paramedics to arrive. Quickly, I got the sponge, the one I always use when I wash the dishes. I used the sponge to smear my husband's blood on the edge of the dining room table, then put it in the sink as if it was being used to wash the dishes while cooking. In the meantime, as I waited for the paramedics and police to arrive, I hurried to season the roast and put it in the oven to bake.

8:00pm - Finally, the paramedics and police arrived, I told them my husband and I had been arguing, he tried to hit me and that's when he lost his footing and hit his head on the edge of the table. While being questioned by the police, they could smell the scent of the roast cooking. One of the officer's wanted to know what I was cooking. I told the officer I had put a roast in the over to bake just before the argument started.

The paramedics put my husband on the stretcher, wheeled him out to the ambulance to transport him to the hospital and naturally, I needed to go with them, not only because that is the normal thing I am suppose to do, but, more importantly, to remove any suspensions that the police officers might have.

8:30pm - I turned off the oven, l grabbed my purse and off to the hospital we all went. Of course, the police followed the ambulance because they needed to complete their report. Unfortunately, on the way to the hospital, my husband died. Now, I'm thinking I'm in serious trouble and could be charged with murder.

11:00pm - After returning home from the hospital, I remembered the roast was still in the oven, so, I turned the oven on to finish baking the roast and totally forget about cooking the potatoes and mixed vegetables, which I did cook when I got up the next morning.

The next day, Saturday, 1:00pm - The police officer came to my house to inform me that they had closed their case, simple stating "death due to accidental fall." It was the same officer who had arrived the night before. During our conversation, he mentioned the roast. I told him I finished cooking it because it didn't make sense to let it go to waste. The officer then said, "That roast smelled so good, I was wondering if I could have a small sample, it's been a long time since I've had a home cooked roast beef meal."

I took the roast, the potatoes and the mixed vegetable out of the refrigerator, put several slices of the roast, a heap of the potatoes and mixed vegetables on a plate. Put the plate in the microwave oven to heat for a few minutes and then served it to the officer.

Little did the officer know he was eating the weapon I used which caused that fatal end to my husband's life. After all was said and done, there was not a single trace of evidence that could prove I caused the death of my husband. Was this the perfect murder, or, will the cause of my husband’s death be reopened for future investigation.

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