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James.” I encouraged.
    My suspicion was that James would be caught
very soon but Sirhan and David aren’t aware of this fact. I had to
use James’s current freedom as leverage tonight. My words seemed to
work a little. Sirhan’s shoulders relaxed slightly and his
breathing became more even.
    “OK, so what do you want me to do?” he
asked.
    What an idiot!
    “I want you to shoot him.” I explained as if
I were speaking to a small child.
     
    Robert Kennedy won the Democratic vote for
the California primary election. This doubled my motivation to kill
him. He could become as politically powerful as his late brother
John. Currently we were in Sirhan’s car on our way to The
Ambassador Hotel. Sirhan claimed that he could and would still live
up to his part of the plan but I decided not to trust his
commitment to the mission. I quickly devised a back up plan when we
reached the hotel. People were scattered everywhere in the
building. They were ecstatic over Robert Kennedy’s victory. The
hotel was swarming with security and so I decided I would use these
men to my advantage. As one of the hotel security guards rounded
the corner I grabbed him with my inhuman strength and speed and
whisked him into a linen closet. I knocked him out and traded out
our clothing. I was now a part of the hotel security detail.
    Shortly after midnight Robert Kennedy made
his way to the kitchen of the hotel. Sirhan, David and I recognized
our opportunity and seized it. I watched as Sirhan approached
Robert in the kitchen. He stopped short of the man when he was a
good six feet away. He lost his nerve. There was no way he would
attempt to shoot Mr. Kennedy in this crowded space from that far of
a distance. As this fact registered I made my way toward Robert. I
stood directly behind him, close enough to touch him, to press the
trigger of my gun into his back and then I fired it. Panic erupts
in the kitchen and Robert Kennedy’s security personnel find a
shocked Sirhan standing several feet away from the collapsed
politician holding a hand gun. They seize him. I slip out of the
chaos and return to the linen closet holding the unconscious hotel
security guard. I replace our clothing before finding David. We
walk four blocks from the hotel and hail a taxi to freedom.
     
    David had been pacing nervously on the
balcony of my suite at The Waldorf Astoria for over twenty
minutes.
    “Spit it out David.” I finally encouraged. I
couldn’t take it anymore. “What’s on your mind?”
    David responded with out hesitation. This
surprised me a little. “I want out of the assassination conspiracy
Shyam. I know I was the one who suggested that we off the Monroe
chick but my hearts not in it anymore. I’m done with this.” he
finally admitted.
    Wow, he really is desperate. I shrugged as
if I didn’t mind. I didn’t really. I’d already gotten what I wanted
and was planning to kill him anyway, not that he was precisely
aware of this fact. “Fine, you’re a free man.” I smiled. “…and just
to show you there are no hard feelings why don’t we celebrate with
this fabulous bottle of Champaign.” I suggested.
    David immediately relaxed and approached the
sofa as he returned from the balcony. He smiled at me with relief
and gratitude as he fell onto the lush cushions. I turned on the
news as a distraction. As David’s eyes glued themselves to the TV I
began to fill two glasses with golden bubbly liquid. Ever so
quickly I slipped cyanide into his drink. He never saw or suspected
anything. The effects of the drug took effect almost immediately
and I ignored his momentary strangled gasps and groans as my gaze
was caught up in the latest news on the television. As David lay
slumped in death next to me a picture of James flashed across the
screen.
    “At 11 o’clock in the morning on Saturday,
June 8th 1968, James Earl Ray was apprehended by an immigration
officer at Heathrow Airport.” the news anchor bellowed.
    “Oops, sorry James… It really is a