Vancouver Conspiracy Deed

A Story by Abishai100

A North American prince is mired in a twisted story concerning betrayal and darkness which may reveal a 'special' hammock (for all).

A tale of modern 'civilized' betrayal, inspired by the under-valued American film A Perfect Murder (Michael Douglas), which I hope you like,

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Amlan Satan had become a very wealthy Wall Street investor living in Vancouver with his lovely schoolteacher wife (Ezzy) but wouldn't have dreamt he'd undergo a 'transformation' of the spirit he'd been fated to realize despite all his serious work with simplified capitalism-race fortune-management schemes and his work with young writers and intelligentsia/yuppies/venturers of North America.

He'd collected many diamonds from around the world with his incredible fortunes, and when he made $15M on Wall Street with Ford, he decided to invest in some of the more 'layered' gem-market sectors/corners of the Euro-highway, mixing in what was likely the blood-diamond smugglers-matrix tied to rogue warzone/terrorism financing (Sierra Leone). He had it all --- even darkness (ha).

However this isn't a 'tale' about fortune-darkmen or gem-insurance storywriting or Vancouver's 'face' of capitalism but one of bloody murder/betrayal and one linked to his darling schoolteacher-wife (Ezzy). Folks, Mr. Satan's wife was mired in a serious adulterous affair with a graphic-artist of Vancouver who'd drawn her out of her 'caged-faerie' life as a trophy-wife from Dartmouth and into the world of 'veiled' scandalous deception which she kept secret (well!) while posting her daily-life 'normality' for social-media commentary surrounding a teacher's commuter-life in North America (wow).

This 'serious' graphic artist whom Ezzy was infatuated with and considered worth the adultery-examination was none other than the somewhat unknown Vancouver graphic-designer/artist of a 'mod' flavor named Lowell who'd dabbled in various 'career' moves growing up, mostly as a petty thief and swindler of wealthy-aristocratic 'bored' housewife fortunes. Perhaps Lowell had the same 'agenda' for Ezzy as he 'wooed' her with his urban graphic 'crime-art' drawing on new age cinema-noir themes we've seen since the end of the days of Hitchcock himself (hmm).

LOWELL: Why'd you invite me to your palace, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: Lowell, you low-life, I know you're having an affair with my wife.

LOWELL: Ezzy...I just painted some works for her gallery-friends, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Cut the deception-itinerary, Lowell; I researched your little history.

LOWELL: Connections with authorities and municipalities, eh?

AMLAN: You'd be 'shocked' at what insider-diamond trade-IQ affords a prince.

LOWELL: What do you want...why am I here (in this palace-cage of yours)?

AMLAN: I'm offering you $10M to kill my wife...lest I turn you over to police.

LOWELL: Alright (no choice, surely); this is some kind of fatcat-palace.

AMLAN: Thanks, Lowell; I 'doubt' you'll need to return here after your job.

Amlan swindled Lowell into thinking all this 'low-life' poor-man had to do what bloody-murder his wife to make his 'Swiss-getaway' in Vancouver. In fact, he was waiting in the mansion-closet of his own property, holding a silencer-pistol while Ezzy was taking her 'ritual-hour bath' inside the mansion during which Lowell was supposed to perform the blackmailed-deed for Mr. Satan himself. Amlan shot Lowell in the forehead and burned his body in the mansion-basement incinerator-furnace and then dumped the ashes in a nearby water-body. However, Ezzy discovered evidence that Lowell was murdered or 'disposed' of and requested a formal inquiry by a very special Canadian detective named Hercule. Thus began the 'tragic' end of Amlan Satan.