Perfectionist Murders Innocent Man

The day had begun in no particularly unique way. It had, in fact, started the way every working day had started for the past ten years. Waking at 4:00 a.m., spending twenty-three minutes in the bathroom, fifteen more at the breakfast table before collecting his briefcase from the safe at the back of the store, and making his twenty-two-minute walk to the train station where he boarded the 5:05 a.m. Pullman, leaving Bradford for Euston.

There is no intoxicating success to consider while he rocks in his seat to the rhythm of the train, listening to the rasping of newspapers, and the intermittent coughing of fellow travelers. He simply absorbs himself in his usual practice of trying to ascertain what is on the minds of other commuters nearby.

The train pulls into its final destination at 8.16. a.m., Albert checks his watch.
Wearing a heavy black overcoat and carrying his briefcase, Albert is absorbed in the melee, jostled along in the wave of peevish people entering the vast city through Euston Station. The chill January air scented with Brylcreem, coffee, peppermint, and the overpowering decoction of old perfumes and aftershaves mingling with stale tobacco ash.

Albert listens to the irritated mutterings as the confraternity moves sluggishly toward the exit, where a large, florid looking man, puffy-faced with strangely colorless eyes, collects tickets. He walks briskly across the station precinct of the great hall, purposefully striding to a waiting area beneath the great clock. Albert takes a seat, checks his watch, and opens his briefcase. From it, he removes two brushes wrapped in a yellow cloth and a can of Cherry Blossom black shoe polish. He places these on the bench before bending forward to untie the shoelace of his right shoe, which he removes. He opens the can, dabs the brush precisely into the polish, and begins the ritual of cleaning his shoes.

Albert had learned that cleaning his shoes before leaving home was asking to have them trampled upon by irritable and impatient people; all trying to beat the clock in the rush hour absurdity. Wrapping up the brushes and closing the lid, he again checks his watch, 8:28 a.m. He sits a further three minutes, gathering his thoughts. With trained practice, he shuts out the noise of the rush hour. He takes another…

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