Murder She Wrote/Twelve Monkeys
After Jessica took her seat the flight attendant gave her a glass of water to calm her nerves.
“Are you alright, dear?” Asked the woman beside her.
Jessica sighed, “A man was shot beside me at the airport.”
She gasped, “My goodness! Why?”
She shrugged, “He was an uncommon looking man in a yellow raincoat with long red hair. Shot by a man wearing a very obvious wig and false moustache. I suspect a romantic entanglement. Strangest thing...he threw an empty test tube into my purse as he tried to escape.”
“How odd!”
Jessica hummed, “He seemed pleased, almost relived.”