I knock gently on the door.

The woman opens the door, her hair wild, her eyes red from crying.

"Good day ma'am. I'm Detective Conan. You called to report a murder?"

"Yes, yes, officer. I'm Joanna. My husband was murdered while I was asleep," she rants as she pulls me in to the crime scene.

A bulky man, very dead, is sprawled on the floor in the living room, blood pooling around him.
I frown and turn to question Joanna.

It's just 2:15 am. I am the detective on duty for this region.

Just a few minutes ago, I was patrolling the neighborhood just to keep myself awake when her panicked call came in. 

I wonder why she hadn't grieved in shock till dawn at least.

Common sense says that she was the one who killed her husband. Perhaps a lovers truffle.

"Madam, did you notice anything before you found this?"

"I don't know. I just heard a loud bang, jolted awake and came to see Sam dead. Oh God!" she cries.

"It's a gunshot wound. It could be an assassin," I say as I take samples for evidence.

"Thank you so much for coming over, detective. God bless you."

Immediately, my Ugly Self takes over. I pull out my shotgun.

"Don't say that G word!" I growl as I fix lethal eyes on Joanna.

She is now trembling and mumbling prayers under her breath.

I try to stop, but my fingers pull the trigger and I hear her scream.

I have multiple personality disorder. It is my little secret.

My good self is the detective while my ugly self is the criminal.

Now, Ugly Self has done the extreme. I have no idea how to exonerate myself from this chain of disasters.

Police sirens wail in the distance. I run.