It's Over?

You lean back against the wall behind you slowly sliding to the floor in a slump. You catch your breath and pull out your pack of cigarettes and slowly light the last one, as you take a long drag you look at the dead man on the floor in front of you and think to yourself "It's over, it's finally over..." But you can't quite shake the feeling that it was all too easy and that the evidence was too neat.. almost like the real culprit had masterminded a patsy as a scapegoat.