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bullet, as you like to call it,
has been designed using a special chemical bond which I can not
identify. Sorry, copyright laws and all of that… Anyway, the bullet
I’ve designed is entirely untraceable. No medical or fire arms
expert will be able to identify the gun used to fire the fatal
bullet. In fact, they will not be able to retrieve the bullet
itself because it disintegrates upon impacting human flesh.”
    Four male faces stared back at me with awed
expression.
    “Hey, what about that actress Marilyn
Monroe… she’s always hanging around with the President. I think
she’s more than she claims to be, you know, a lot more than just a
pretty face on the side?” David regained composure.
    He was getting caught up in the excitement.
I had heard others speculate that this Monroe character was much
more than the President’s whore but never gave it much credence.
Still, I should keep David happy. Doing so will only further my
cause.
    “As you wish David… I always say, it’s
better to be safe than sorry.” I nodded and the four men
robotically copied my action.
     
    The day has finally arrived, November 22,
1963. Today President Kennedy will breathe his last breath. The
five of us were huddled in a circle on top of the Texas Schoolbook
Depository. The president would pass this location in his route in
some parade or event scheduled for the day. It was the perfect
opportunity for his death.
    “Are you ready Lee? I promised you the
President. Will you be able to pull the trigger when the
opportunity to execute him presents itself?” I asked.
    “Absolutely, I’ve been looking forward to
this with great anticipation.” Lee nodded.
    He had a smirk on his face that lacked
humor. He was entirely relaxed and focused on his task. David,
James and Sirhan looked nervous. Sirhan even had a slight green
tint to his complexion. Still, the men were here fulfilling the
details of their assignment.
    We decided to separate to take different
firing angles in the event that Lee missed the target. Lee took aim
in a room at the top of the Texas Schoolbook Depository while the
rest of us scattered ourselves along the Grassy Knoll. I intended
to flee the scene just as soon as I was assured of the President’s
death. As President Kennedy’s uncovered limousine turned onto Elm
Street and passed the Texas Schoolbook Depository shots were
immediately fired. I distinctly heard three shots. Two came from
Lee’s location but the third was fired from the Grassy Knoll. Lee
had missed his target leaving someone else the task of firing the
fatal shot. As the President lay despondent and grotesquely wounded
in the back seat of the limo James, David, Sirhan and I took the
chaotically, distracting moment as an opportunity to escape.
    Later that evening news reports confirmed
the death of President John F. Kennedy. James, David, Sirhan and I
returned to Manhattan to distance ourselves from Lee. He had been
arrested by an officer J. D. Tippit only forty minutes after the
shooting. We watched nervously from the comfort of my suite at the
Waldorf Astoria. As suspected the nation was in hysteria. I
relished in the fact that with this one death I had already managed
to weaken the political foundation of this powerful nation and
secure an emotionally fragile state among its people. We continued
to watch the story unfold on the television screen.
    “Only two days after the assassination of
President John F. Kennedy his alleged murderer, Lee Harvey Oswald
has been killed by night club owner Jack Ruby.” we heard the news
anchor report.
    The authorities were transferring Lee from
police headquarters to the county jail when Mr. Ruby shot and
killed him.
    I could sense that James, David and Sirhan
were rattled by this news. I was not about to share my relief with
them. The way I see it, I now have one less mouth to silence when
this is all over.
    “It’s a shame about what happened to Lee but
he did get to avenge Castro as he wished. Even though I do