A Disagreeable Kerfuffle

“I hope in time we can move past this little kerfuffle,” I said, stepping over the corpse. “And in the morning light of reflection, perhaps you’ll understand that these things happen. They happened, and for a reason. I’m sure you’re wondering why, but I’m a little pressed for time, especially since you called the police. Your phone’s a little too bright in the shadows for me not to see you turn it on. Anyway, I hope I didn’t inconvenience you too much by that knock on the head. You, I think you’ll remember, told us you’d be out all day.”