Wolf in Sheep's Wool

The newspaper fluttered in the soft breeze, lying neglected on the bus stop bench by its previous owner. Overhead, the street lamp flickered off for a split second before it flickered back on, a figure, his face hidden by the hood of his jacket now standing below it. He stooped over to pick up the newspaper, briefly flipping through the pages until he reached the one he was looking for, it's large headlines proclaiming:

"BREAKING NEWS: BRIGHTEST FACE OF FAMOUS LAW FIRM FOUND DEAD!"

The figure scoffed at the title but continued to read. The article stated that top lawyer Won Songjun had been found dead in his luxury condo by his cleaning maid, who had come back to retrieve some equipment that she had left behind from earlier in the day. The cause of death was to be announced, but a homicide investigation was already underway. He had been working on a money embezzlement case at the time of his death.

The figure paused in thought, his mind racing for a possible scenario of the situation at hand. A wound would be found, made by a certain butcher's knife, but the red herring was already planted. A blade with some of the victim's DNA would be found in the car of a twenty-three-year-old drug dealer. The drug dealer would be put under arrest for murder. Already, the paperwork had been switched out to claim that this particular man had past altercations with the lawyer, thus making him the perfect suspect for the police. By then, the real evidence would be destroyed.

The figure put the newspaper back where he had found it, satisfied with his predicament of the outcome. It was quite strange for one to think of these things, but it was not an impossible scenario to think up. Yet, it was even stranger that he was correct. All these events were already happening as he had planned out. And he would make sure that everything would run smoothly. No one would ever know who killed the lawyer except for him and the client who had wired him the cash.

The mysterious figure in question was someone not known by the population. No, in fact, he seemed to be the most normal citizen to everyone that had witnessed him everywhere he walked: a teenage schoolboy with a youthful, innocent face. But, he was only normal in appearance. Who would suspect that he held a real secret buried under the layers of etiquette, practice, and lies? He was the wolf in sheep's wool.