Ayako Hiromi is a beautiful young woman in her mid—twenties. She sits at her piano playing a beautiful concerto that was probably written by Chopin on an evening much like this. It’s raining hard as it has been for the past two days. Once in a while a loud clap of thunder interrupts the sound of the rain as it falls onto the roof of Ayako’s Hollywood Hills estate and slides down the rain gutter and onto the street below.

A man probably in his mid—forties stands on the street looking up into the window where Ayako plays. It is very dark and his rain soaked black sweater makes it difficult to tell not only his age but also who he is. If you were one of the neighbors you would immediately recognize him as Robert Campano, the eccentric millionaire with a penchant for decadent course of action and beautiful young women. A dangerous combination when the beautiful young woman is Ayako Hiromi who certainly didn’t mind obliging as long as she got what was coming to her. You see all her apparent beauty and all her forte wasn’t enough to keep her sanguine. It hadn’t been long since she turned to Robert Campano to finance her lifestyle. Begrudgingly as it may, she accepted her duties as his mistress.

Robert Campano had appropriated his notoriety and amassed his fortune and ascendancy much like others had done before him. He trampled anyone who had gotten in his way. If there was one thing that Mr. Campano wasn’t ready for this evening it was this confrontation with his mistress, Ayako Hiromi.

There is a knocking at the door as the rain continues to fall. Ayako does notice the familiar rapping, but she chooses to ignore it. The pounding on the door gets much louder and considerably more furious. She continues to play away on her elegant grand piano as a child would play at a schoolyard on a sunny afternoon.

Suddenly, the front door explodes with all the fury and rage of a maniac. Soaking wet, Mr. Campano barges into Ayako’s fine home. He treads muddy water across the expensive floor as he makes his way to the beautiful and angelic Ms. Hiromi. She continues to play the piano, but the melody is growing with rage as Mr. Campano reaches into his sweater’s pocket and places a videotape on the grandest of pianos. "Do remove that from my piano if you don’t mind." "You have already ruined the door not to mention the flooring and you will have to replace it at your expense." "Will you choose to replace my piano as well?" "I have given you everything you asked for haven’t I?" "Yes, I’d be completely without sympathy if I did not admit to this." "Then why this?" He is referring to the videotape. "Call it blackmail if you like." "Call it extortion." "Just bring me what I demand is that after all asking too much." "Now, please be a dear and move away, you’re getting me wet." She continues to play.

Mr. Campano did agree to "play the game her way", but he never suspected that it would turn out like this. Ayako had recorded them making love and supplied herself with plenty of copies for anyone who thought it interesting to view. Mr. Campano was not amused. "And if I concede and give you what you want, then what would stop you from coming back to me again and again." "Let’s just say that I couldn’t possibly cost you as much as your wife if she found out about us and your dirty little secrets, that for now are secure with me." "Stop it!" He grabbed her hands squeezing then together. "You don’t think you’d get away with this do you?" "I won’t let you." "You’re hurting me!" "And on the contrary, it looks like I have gotten away with it and if you don’t pay—up you certainly won’t like the outcome."

You see when you play roll reversal games the weaker of the two might actually believe that they have the upper hand. But the strength had only been allotted to Ayako Hiromi as long as Mr. Robert Campano was willing to give it to her.

The rain continued to pound onto the roof of this magnificent home as Mr. Campano dragged Ayako by the neck over to the warm fireplace. "I want to watch the fear fill your eyes as I take your life!" He made demands toward her but she was not answering him. How could she, his hands were wrapped tightly around her neck until she was just about to pass out. Mr. Campano let her fall to the floor as she gasped for air. He began to rip at her clothing like a savage. Not in a sexually explicit manner, but to strip her of her remaining dignity. "Really, Robert do you think this will do you any good?" "I have no intention of having you in that manner." He stands and moves toward the piano all the time dripping wet and leaving a terrible muddy mess in his wake. He reaches the piano and like a mad man, pulls one of the strings from the piano’s box. Ayako stands and tries to run up the grand staircase. Mr. Campano gave pursuit leaving a muddy trail in a cat and mouse game, which soon ended with Mr. Campano finding Ayako attempting to dial an emergency phone call to the police. "I have already seen to that!" She dropped the phone. "The only other copy of the tape is in this closet." "Get it for me!" She moves toward the closet and reaches in finding a lone cassette. She hands it to him. Then she grabs at a handgun but Mr. Campano is too swift. He knocks her to the floor.

Mr. Campano notices some curlers that lay on the bedstand. He picks one up and wraps the piano wire around it and repeats this with the other curler. He checks the strength of the piano wire by snapping it tightly between his two hands. Ayako screams and lunges toward the door only to find her neck meeting the perfect synchronization of Mr. Camapano as the piano wire finds it way tightly around her neck. He secures it taut as she helplessly tries to free herself.

Yes, he strangled the life out of her. But now what to do with the limp half—naked body. He pulls the bedcovering down and then picks her up by the waist and lays her ever so softly into the bed. He then covered her body with the bedcovering. Next he goes outside and replaces the phone line that was temporarily disconnected. "Goodnight Ms. Hiromi!"

The next morning is sunny and arid. A swarm of police officers converge onto the place that was once home to Ms. Hiromi. Mr. Campano is present, quite arrogant and speaking to the head detective, a Detective Ronald Cole.

"When I arrived here this morning to take Ayako to breakfast I saw the front door as it is." "I called for her and searched every room in the house for her." "So, that would explain your footsteps throughout the house?" "Exactly!" "And you say that you never moved or touched the body?" "Yes, when I saw her lying there in the bed like that, I naturally suspected the worst." "Naturally!" "And then I called you immediately." "Mr. Campano, you are a married man are you not?" "Yes, and I don’t need my wife getting involved with this." "Ok, if we have anymore questions we’ll give you a call." "I’ll do all that I can to assist you in apprehending the murderous villain that did this." "Naturally!" And so Mr. Campano stepped under the police tape and went his way.

One of the other detectives, Ed Buckler approaches the head detective Cole. "So what do you make of it?" "Did you buy any of that crap?" "He’s the one alright." "Naturally!" "It’s just going to take a lot to place him at the scene." Cole walks up the stairs and into the bedroom where the half—naked body of Ayako Hiromi still lay. Buckler follows closely behind. A police photographer is snapping pictures of the scene. "You guys haven’t moved anything have you?" "No, sir." "Good, look I need to get a good look at the scene." "Could you all leave us alone." (Referring to Ms. Hiromi.) "Except you Ed." The cops exit.

Detective Cole begins to snoop around and then he pulls up the bedcovering slightly. He notices a muddy foot print under the bed covering at the foot of the bed. "Would you get a load of this!" "He claims he never came near the body but his footprint is under the covering." "And would you get a load of this?" "What’s that Ron?" "She’s got one hell of a chassis, if I say so myself." "Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a way to pull finger prints off of a dead corpse." "We’d catch a hell of a lot of guys that way." "What do you mean?" "I mean, that there is no way that she died in this bed." "It’s apparent that she was placed in this position." "Look at those marks on her neck." "She’s laying there like she didn’t have a care in the world." "No signs of a struggle at all." "What are you thinking?" "Well, I recently read, look I know that this sounds crazy and is a real long shot, but." "But what?" "I recently read that when super glue is vaporized it leaves the fingerprints of the factory workers, ahh it’s nothing." "What!" "Continue." "OK, I heard that once the glue evaporated the vapors not only coated the print with a hard layer, it also left a good impression of the fingerprints as well." "Listen, Ed!" "Don’t let anybody move this body." Cole rushes out the door.

Hours later, in the evening Ayako Hiromi lay on her bed. The bedcovering is completely removed and there is a visqueen tent that covers her. Some small metal burners are placed at either side at her feet. Super glue is placed into the burners and begins to vaporize. Detectives Cole and Buckler cross their fingers.

The vapor has settled. Two large palm and fingerprints in a thin white coating are revealed on Ayako’s belly. Her neck is covered in fingerprints as well. "Would you get a load of this?" "Get the photographer in here immediately!"

The next morning Detectives Cole and Buckler are sitting in their office eating donuts when the phone rings. "Yeah!" "Yeah, bring them right up."

The forensic scientist arrive. "Have I got some news for you." "Good news or bad news?" "It depends on who you’re asking" "I’m asking!" "Well you know that all we need is eight points of a print to match a suspect right?" "Right!" "And?" "Well, I stopped counting at ninety eight." "Campano’s your man."

A jury sits listening to the prosecutor as he finishes his closing argument. A copy of the videotape sits in plane view on the prosecutor/s desk. "Mr. Campano did kill Ms. Ayako Hiromi and his motive is apparent." "The evidence in this case is overwhelming." "And I expect a verdict accordingly." Mr. Campano’s wife stares in disbelief at her husband.

The courtroom is back in session. "Everyone please rise." "Has the jury reached its verdict?" "Yes your honor." "We the jury find Mr. Robert Campano guilty of murder in the first degree."