Why Are You So Reckless With Liquid?!

Posing as a fellow businessman you invite him to an out-of-town stripclub to discuss business (what else?) over the phone. The day of the rendez-vous in the evening, you purchase two plastic seat covers and cover the driver and passenger seat of your car. Also, cover the first or last symbol on the liscense plate. Check into a hotel or something of the sort at least an hour before departing. You would then sneak out, being sure that you are not seen. Beforehand, equip yourself with a rope, a shitload of heroin, both concealed, and be on your way. Arrive at the club aproximately an hour and a half early and request a private room. After forty-five minutes or so, make a point of telling the manager that your friend is quite late, however, just in case he shows that you would like to keep the room. You call your boss from a payphone, informing he should enter from the back. Tell him something along the lines of "The front door is blocked, they set up a adisplay in front, and there just so hapens to be a back entrance to your private room. Naturally, upon arrival your boss recognizes you and is dumbfounded, at this point you lecture him in the slick psyco-killer tone about just how much of a scumbag he is, how and why you loath him, and how he deserves to die. As he commences freaking out, you cooly tell him, in the smooth Hannibal-Lectur voice, that you are going to get yourself a drink, so as to fully enjoy his death. You walk behind him in the supposed direction of the exit, and gag him. Strangle him with the rope, and in his final moments you shoot the heroin up his veins.You leave the body inside while you tell the manager that your buisness partner has yet to show up, and that you will now be leaving...At this point, you throw one arm of the victim over our shoulder so as to look as though you're carrying your passed-out, drunken friend from the club. You set him up in the passenger seat, being careful not to disturb his body, leaving any incriminating marks of your being there, besides the strangulation marks. You should then, at a legal, yet full-speed pace, drive back to his house, making sure you arrive within the hour, seeing as autopsies can tell when a victim died, within the frame of an hour or so...So. You arrive back at his house, and walk him up to his door. You would have previously, of course, figured out the password to his alarm, and deactivated it. You would then, supposing he had a pool, dump the worthless, lifeless, piece of shit face-down into his own pool. After this, you would go back into his house, place the needles used for shooting the heroin, onto his coffee table, making sure to cleanly wipe off any fingerprints of your own. You would then exit the home, making sure to have gone back and cleaned off any surface that you had touched. Although you would have had gloves on, it's always good to take a second-glance at these things. And then, you climb back into your car, sneak back into your hotel/apartment without being seen, wait an hour or so, and leave...MAKING SURE THAT SOMEONE SEES YOU. Say "Hello." to a few people, ect, ect...