Even though he was the president, he had wished to celebrate by himself with his favorite dessert. The president’s personal waiter, Samuel Kiff brought him the cupcake with a single lit candle on top. “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!,” said Samuel. “What’s your wish?” The president closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he let out a deep sigh and blew out his candle. As he took the wrapper off his cupcake he said “I wish…to never eat again.” and took a bite.
The president died and upon inspection his cupcake had been poisoned. The vice president was to become the new president tomorrow. Later that night, the president’s wife heard a scream and ran downstairs. The baker who had made the president’s cupcake was dead. Her wine had been poisoned.
The president’s wife called the police and Samuel’s room was searched. The cops found a bottle of poison under some clothes in his closet. Samuel was immediately arrested. He begged and pleaded with the cops, claiming he was innocent. Nobody seemed to believe him.
The president’s wife was told to stay in her room for the rest of the night, with her windows closed and her door locked. Extra security was put around her. The next day, the president’s wife moved out and the new president moved in.
The new president had a good first day. He enjoyed perfectly seasoned scrambled eggs, mouth-watering rib-eye steak and a fresh tuna salad with delicious side-dishes and snacks. His wife decorated their bedroom and told the chefs about the president’s peanut allergy. The president had to get used to living in a giant house with people doing everything for you all the time. The next day he told his staff he had slept like a baby. They were pleased to hear this and asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He asked for an omelet and buttered toast.
The president sat down at the table and waited for his wife. Shortly after she had sat down next to him, their food arrived. The president wolfed down his omelet. Halfway through her omelet, his wife said she had to go to the bathroom.
When she came back, she found her husband dead, with a half eaten slice of toast next to his dangling hand. Just like the other two murders committed recently in The White House, he had been poisoned. Since Samuel Kiff was in jail and the president’s wife was in the bathroom, nobody knew who had done it.
So now, they have called upon a great detective to find the culprit. That detective is you. Who killed the president, vice president, and baker? What were their intentions? Was the waiter framed?
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