She stopped struggling…
First published on Sunday, April 12, 2009
He lifted her skirt.
“Oh my pretty girl.” he whispered.
“You wore the garter belt I like so much.”
He almost regretted killing her quite yet.
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Married five years. They both wanted children.
Or, so he thought.
Her first mistake was leaving the birth control pills in her lingerie drawer. With a bracelet he’d never seen before.
People get careless when their deceit goes on too long.
That was six months ago and he’d been collecting evidence and plotting ever since. His original plan did not include killing.
He wanted to catch her in the act, beat the shit out of whichever prick was there and, spend some months making her life miserable.
In the end, though, the idea of long, drawn out drama was not appealing. Better to end it quickly and move on.
When his job necessitated traveling, he called her every morning and she called him every evening.
Turned out that schedule left her evenings free for other things.
When he saw this week’s schedule had him working two separate projects, he decided it would be the best scenario for covering his tracks. He wasn’t due to come home for two more days. That would explain why the vase of roses was still on the dresser with a card that said, “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Love, Joe.”
The dead, naked guy beside her on the bed was Sam.
Sam’s neck was twisted in a most unnatural angle. As was hers.
No blood. No mess.
He reached up to close her eyes and pull her skirt down a bit.
He couldn’t help but leave her, his wife, with a tiny bit of dignity.
Living in a heavily treed area with distant neighbors made it easy to hide his car and walk unnoticed to the house. With several hours of moonless dark still in the evening, he’d have no trouble going back the way he came. He’d be back at the hotel in plenty of time to make his morning call to her. And leave a loving message.
Perhaps Joe, the bouquet-guy, would be the one to find this scene. If not, he’d make another call tomorrow night, leave another message and then call her sister to ask if she’d seen his wife.
Either way, he would be the broken-hearted, grieving husband however he got the tragic news.
He walked to the bedroom doorway and looked back to say,
“It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?“
Compelling read, Jean.
I’m a noir dood, I’ve seen this before.
There’s always sum lil sumfink that’s overlooked….
Gurlz like doin’ it too!
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Lisa Ramlow vs Cherry Burl
—gotta git me a roborest—
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“If you were any good at being trans, people wouldn’t misgender you.”
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Not that I disagree but tranzies is a forbidden topic here. I hear enough of that crap elsewhere.
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I’ll try to remember.
No problem. I so despise the concept – and can’t do anything legal about it – I prefer to entirely avoid the subject.
It doesn’t work that way anymore. Too many cameras everywhere. And when a wife is killed, the first place the popos look in great detail is the movements of the husband. It wouldn’t take them long. He’d give them his alibi and the popos would go get all the hotel video. There would be random videos from gas stations along the way between hotel and home, also traffic cams. The popos would have this case closed in a week tops. And the dolt would probably bring his phone with him. It’s going to take a lot more devious planning these days to pull this off.
You’re right that we are surveilled round the clock. Even in the unlikely event that all the camera results proved nil, that hotel keycard logs your entry into your room, and whether you know it or not, your car probably has a GPS tracking your movement. You’d have to live as though the clock stopped in the 1960s to get away with this.
Modern vehicles are surveillance instruments on wheels … but one way or another, we’ve all been tracked since about the mid-80s. Your phone, your credit card, your TV (Siri/Alexa), On-Star, your neighbor’s Ring doorbell – even you being on this site … not only surveil you real-time, but also keep a record in some deep bit-bucket to be pulled up and reviewed by “someone” at some time of interest. The only thing that keeps you from being under the microscope is lack of interest. Stir that up and you’ll find out that “Permanent Record” we were all warned about way back when is real, alive, and well.
My daughter has chips in her two little dogs. Whenever we babysit the dogs she can track us! Just sayin
How so? The chips do not emit anything. They must be scanned up close by a proper detector.
My mutt Shannon has a chip and when the vet scans her with the wand all her info shows up on the screen automatically. The chip cannot be updated with the current technology. Perhaps that has changed in the past 10 years?
Hmmm…Thanks for the input guys.
Maybe I should go back to Chahlie and leave the whodunits to the detectives 🙂
He was a murderer from the beginning.
It was preordained.
Back the clock up to the time surveillance wasn’t so persuasive, then fast forward to today when a cold case detective picked this file to work, see where that might go. Might be interesting to flesh the story out that way.
Not a bad idea WWW.
Pervasive, not persuasive. Auto-correct got me again.