A lot of good stories in this issue, by the way.
This is the fourth appearance on this site for Mr. Coward. Sometimes it is difficult to define what subgenre a story belongs to. Not in this case. Here is the first sentence:
"As for myself, I belong to that delicious subgenre, the self-confessed unreliable narrator."
This remarkable tale-teller then tells us his tale but how much of it are we to believe? Certainly some of it is a lie, but how much of it?
He explains that a doctor told him he needed to take walks for his health and, since he is allergic to dogs, he wound up walking to a self-storage facility. There he rented two units, giving up one after setting up a hidden camera in it. Then he waits for the right type of people to rent that facility.
That much of his story is probably (?) true. Well, part of it, at least. But what follows is a riddle stuffed into an enigma. Is he a blackmailer? A killer? Something else entirely, as a police officer suggests?
It is not just that he is lying but that doing so, publicly and deliberately, is part of his plan. Which he cheerfully admits. One imagines the prosecutor tearing out his hair, but the reader will have fun.