The party went according to plan. He was a guest and although he ended up as a suspect in the murder, he was not the only one. There were five other suspects and each of them had a motive. The woman had blackmailed all of them to keep their dark secrets out of the paper. She had been a guest at the party and was now the entertainment since she was currently lying dead on the floor and six of the guests were found holding plausible weapons when the lights turned back on.
The other suspects were trying to pin the blame on one another. None of them knew it had been him. All he had to do was keep the blame off himself and he would remain out of prison. He looked among his fellow suspects and was pleased to see two people he could easily pin the blame on.
Miss Crimson had been one of his patients for years and had never truly gotten over him after their hookup that one time. He had been hooking up with the victim ever since and Crimson had not been pleased about that. Plus, Crimson had been paying the victim off to keep her drug addiction and affair with Mr. White out of the papers for the past few years. She was a likely candidate for murder.
Mr. Stone was his drug dealer. He had been handing out prescriptions for Stone to sell since he was back in school. Not everyone could afford their needed meds, so this was his solution. Stone had been happy to sell it to help pay for his radio studio. Crimson had purchased from Stone for years, causing her addiction in the first place and leading to a rift between the two. Those two would happily blame one another for the murder tonight.
He looked around at the other suspects and frowned. He was not as familiar with the others. They all seemed to know one another, though, and were blaming everyone. This was both useful and not. He provided his own information on the other suspects and tried to pin the blame on either Crimson or Stone. They threw out his dirty laundry as well, but he managed to keep his composure and most of the suspicion off himself.
When the police arrived and asked who committed the crime Mr. Stone was blamed. Professor Sugarplum grinned and bolted from the room before Mr. Stone could plead his defense. He had survived to kill another day. At least, until he heard the pounding of feet on his tail.