A Perfect Crime

Jack North was bored, sitting at home with his mother looking at the television. The host on the show was talking to a detective Jason about different crimes. "Is there something like a perfect crime," she asked looking at this famous detective. "No, there isn't. With our modern scientific, and forensic ability to find prints and DNA at the crime scene, today there is no such thing as the perfect crime," said the detective. Jack looked at the tub and thought for himself. "I'm going to show those cops that there is something like a perfect crime." Jack started by getting himself a notebook and a pencil. There he wrote down everything that had any connection with a crime. When he each day went down to the city and had a chat with his friends down there, he wrote in his book. Each Wednesday evening he had has a poker game with his buddy Rob Jones and his girlfriend Beth. This Wednesday he had gone down to the local convenient store where Liz worked. He always bought two quick-picks for the lotto and became friendly with Liz. "We are playing some poker every Wednesday evening. Do you play poker?" he asked. "I know many different ways to play poker, the easiest and most popular is the regular five cards poker. Do you play for money?" she asked. "No, just for fun," said Jack and was gone. When he was up at Rob's place, and they were playing a few hands of poker, Beth got a severe attack of her asthma. Coming home to his mother, Jack was told that Mrs. Linda Smith had been there, and wanted to apologize for the rudeness she said against Jack last time she visited. That bitch is going to get it. What Emma, Liz sister showed me will take care of her. The plan was building in Jack's head, I am ready to start he thought. Have to borrow mothers car for a spin. Did he make a perfect crime?