Chapter 9 tit for tat

I've always been a very organized person, but it also upsets me when I'm not sure about something.Everyone in this world should be held accountable for what they do, which is why I'm following Nelson - I'm going to hold him accountable for what he's done. A year ago, Nelson killed my wife, Diana, but since there were no other witnesses, there was no way to prove that Nelson did it, and even though I had the best lawyers in town to fight, it didn't help.Obviously, Nelson must have made extremely careful arrangements before committing the murder. In fact, Diana had an affair with Nelson a long time ago.However, the ambiguous relationship between them in the latest stage began to endanger Nelson's marriage, so Nelson moved to kill.After careful arrangements, he strangled Diana and made witnesses swear that when the murder happened, he was thousands of miles away...

Perhaps Nelson thought his actions were flawless, but I witnessed the whole process of the murder, so to speak, I was the only witness.I followed Diana that night and saw her date Nelson before she was killed by Nelson. Indeed, my wife, Diana, did something I was sorry for - she had an affair with Nelson.But she is my wife after all, and I love her deeply after all, but Nelson killed her cruelly. I can't swallow this breath. I want revenge no matter what, and I want Nelson to get retribution! Nelson often travels across the country due to work needs, and I use my savings to follow him everywhere.Right now, I'm in Denver and I'm following Nelson.

One day, I followed him into a cocktail lounge, the kind of place he likes to go.After entering the door, I intentionally or unintentionally found a more obvious place to sit down. In fact, I deliberately wanted him to see me.He was sitting in his seat at the bar, and when he asked the waiter for a drink, he spotted me in the mirror, a look of anger on his face, because my latest stalking behavior had upset him. Finally, Nelson couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and walked to me with a glass of wine.Although his frame was slightly fatter, under the black trousers and tailored jacket, he was athletic and strong-this is a man who has great attraction to women.

"Pani," he said angrily, "you've been following me from city to city, and now you're in Denver, and I wonder when you're going to give up?" "Nelson, I think you should know that I will never give up!" I called him by his first name, which made him unhappy. I didn't invite him to sit down, but he just sat across from me. He asked: "I can't understand, what is the result of you following me like this? What do you want to do?" I said calmly: "What are you doing? I want to seek justice for my dead wife, and you should pay for her life!"

"You misunderstood. I didn't kill your wife!" Nelson was angry and confused. "The police investigated me, but there was no evidence to prove that I was the murderer. Now the case is over and I am innocent!" "The police think you're innocent, but I don't think so!" He sneered: "Even the police believe that I am innocent, what else can you do?" He raised his glass and took a big sip, "Take a step back, Diana has already betrayed you, so why do you do this?" A woman's death and a waste of time?" "There are some things you'll never understand."

"Oh, really? No matter what, the case of your wife's murder has been settled. Even if you follow me to death, things won't turn around!" "You will be punished sooner or later!" "What else can you do to me? Let me tell you, if you dare to threaten me, I will call the police. If you kill me, you will not survive yourself. You'd better be smart!" Nelson threatened. "I know, let's wait and see!" I knew Nelson was on guard against me.I once heard him mention that he left a letter to his lawyer, in which he said how I had been following him, calling him a murderer, and affecting his personal safety.Once he dies unexpectedly, his lawyer can open and read this letter, in other words, this letter is his amulet.

"There's nothing you can do about me," Nelson said. "Everything you've done is for nothing." "Don't be complacent!" I sipped my wine slowly, "I think you should be sentenced to death, because you killed Diana, and the judge will sentence you to the electric chair. At that time, you will live a period of time waiting to die , you will be counting the dates in panic all day, and then you will be taken to the torture chamber. When they put the metal cap on your head, you will nervously count how many seconds you have to live!" "Go to hell!" Nelson was sweating all over his face, and his hands shaking the wine glass.

"Don't be nervous," I shrugged. "As you said just now, I have no evidence in my hand, so all these terrible results will not happen." He frowned and looked at me with cold eyes, "Then, why have you been following me?" "I just happened to be on the same road with you, what? Are you afraid of me?" He bit his lip, gave me a hard look, stood up, and walked out of the cocktail lounge. I drank the wine in the glass, stood up, and continued to follow behind him. Nelson is right, I really have no way to prove that he is the murderer of Diana, otherwise, I would have put him to death.However, I still have a way to make him punished, justice must be served, and the murderer must pay for his evil deeds!

I checked into the same hotel as Nelson—I did this everywhere I went to keep track of him.Now, though, he doesn't bother avoiding me anymore, because I know his route, and even if he manages to lose me, I'll follow him at the next stop. I also thought about that letter as I followed Nelson back to the hotel.He wrote the letter and left it with his lawyer, thinking it was his talisman, a life-saving straw that would keep him safe.I also admit this, because of the existence of that letter, I dare not attack him rashly. So I continued to follow him, going to St. Louis, Indianapolis, Chicago, and finally Detroit.I know the route of his business trip so well that I can even take the plane and wait for him at the next stop.

However, I'm not going to do that because it would ruin my plans.I just want to follow him everywhere and always appear in his field of vision. I want to make him break down. In fact, he is now on the verge of breaking down. At a bar in Indianapolis, he finally couldn't take it anymore and came up to me and threatened to beat me up.So I called the waiter and asked the waiter to call the police. When Nelson saw it, he walked away resentfully like a deflated ball. Now, I followed Nelson to Detroit.I was sitting right next to him and I heard him in the lounge on the phone to book a flight to Miami.While I'm not one to get excited easily, I was filled with excitement when I heard the news because Miami wasn't on his planned travel itinerary.

I also hastily called the airline and booked a ticket on the same flight as Nelson.I usually sit in front of him so he can see me clearly, although we both know he can't avoid me on the plane. The plane landed at Miami Airport, and I followed Nelson off the plane.He rented a car at the airport and checked into a high-end hotel on the edge of the city.But this time I was uncharacteristically, I didn't live in the same hotel as him, but stayed in another very luxurious hotel, this hotel even has a private beach and entertainment area.I chose a central room, which is not only very quiet and elegantly furnished, but also overlooks the lively street market from the room. Once settled, I called to harass Nelson.On the phone, I told him the name of the hotel I was staying in and the room number, and then I sat down and waited for him.Sure enough, Nelson came to me that night because he wanted to put an end to it. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and it was Nelson.He was surprised when I smiled at him and stepped back to invite him in. "I'm honored to have you here!" I said. He didn't answer. After entering the room, he glanced around the room, as if he was checking the room. The curtains in the room were all drawn down.At this time, he suddenly took out a pistol from his suit pocket and pointed it at me. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked calmly. "You're looking for your own death!" Nelson's eyes showed a fierce light, "You forced me to do this. Only in this way can I completely get rid of your stalking." "Are you not afraid of being arrested?" "Stop talking nonsense!" Nelson said viciously, "This time I came to Miami, from booking plane tickets to booking hotels, I used aliases, no one knew that I had been here, and, after killing you, I will be here tonight Get out of here quietly." "Aren't you afraid of being suspicious?" I asked. "I bought an alibi witness in Detroit long ago. According to him, I should be playing poker in a hotel in Detroit now." "When Diana was killed, there were also witnesses who said that you were at the racetrack." "Of course," Nelson said, "I even have tickets to the racetrack as proof, so don't worry, everything is going to be perfect." "You're so smart!" I complimented. "If you want to blame, blame you for following me all the way to Miami, unfortunately, I just want to get rid of you here!" Nelson said triumphantly, "When the police found your body the next day, I have returned to Detroit safely .For the police, I have no motive at all to kill you, and this will become another case without merit!" "Have you ever wondered what if I lured you here to kill me?" I said. Nelson's face suddenly turned pale, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Now your life is in my hands, but you can't hurt me. Do you remember the letter I left with the lawyer? Ha ha!" I nod. "Quick, get into the bedroom!" he ordered.It seems that he is really going to do it. "Nelson, you're going to be in the electric chair! You're going to count the last few seconds!" I yelled as he put a gun to my back and forced me into the bedroom. "Shut up!" He picked up a pillow and wrapped the muzzle of the gun. When I felt the bullet go into the back of my heart, I only heard a muffled gunshot, and fell on my back on the bed. I bet he wondered, why did I die with a smile on my face? It must have never occurred to him that I had a pocket recorder in my pocket and that I had also left a letter to my lawyer.