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|Recipe Foe Murder (standard:mystery, 4814 words)|
|Author: Jim Keim||Added: Aug 24 2016||Views/Reads: 1263/663||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Gillian does away with her husband & it appears the police chief does it for her - a perfect recipe.|
RECIPE FOR MURDER BY JIM KEIM Chapter 1 Wow? Isn't life wonderful? Even when murder interrupts its process. They were on our way home to Pennsylvania from a week long vacation trip to Maryland, visiting in-laws, when all hell broke loose. Their radiator on the van started overheating and they had to pull off to the side of the road to let it cool down. What a shame! They were only 6 miles from home. The Masseys decided, since they had to wait for a spell, that they'd open the cooler and see what they could find to munch. They pulled out some pudding snack cups and milks. Sam readily volunteered to drink the last beer, upon which Gillian blurted out a definite NO. Sam swore and protested a bit and then, finally poured himself some milk. Gillian kept thinking how she'd be glad when they got home. She was happy to visit with her parents but it made her week there a living hell. Sam hated them and he didn't have to try very hard to make it known. He complained the entire week they were there. Josh and Jena were restless from the long ride and wanted to play on the nearby hillside. Gillian, at first wasn't in favor of it, but then decided it would be all right. “Just be careful, kids and don't stray out of our sight.” “We won't mom, we promise.” They went toddling off on their way as Sam and I stood in front of the van, with its hood propped open; steam spewing out like a volcanic eruption. Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Jena's scream. She came running as I took off in a sprint and met her half way. “What is it honey? Are you all right?” “Oh mom, come quick. It's awful . . . it's . . .” She was crying so hard, it was difficult to understand what she was trying to say. Gillian followed her over to the hillside and there it was?a body. Part of an arm was sticking up from a mound of loosely packed soil. By the neatly painted nails and the wristwatch, it was quite apparent the body was that of a female. Gillian pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911, giving her location and the reason why she was calling. The local police arrived within minutes. “Ma'am? You reported a body was discovered?” “Yes sir.” “And your name, please?” “Oh?it's Gillian Massey, but it was my daughter Jena who found it?er . . . I mean her.” “I see. And why are you folks parked along the roadside here?” “Oh, well?our radiator was boiling over so we stopped to let it cool down. My husband had just closed the hood when you were arriving. We're on our way home from vacation.” “Very well. Why don't you folks stay by your vehicle while my partner and I go have a look? An ambulance should be arriving momentarily. We waited while they loaded the bagged body into the ambulance and hauled it away. The officer asked us to stay in town for a day, just in case they had a few more questions to ask. Gillian explained they were only 6 miles from being home and she gave them their address and phone number. The police were soon on their way and so were they. Gillian just wanted to get home and put this nightmare of a trip behind her. Chapter 2 The Masseys arrived home within the hour only to find something horrible had happened to Gillian's sister, Stacey. She wasn't able to get time off from her new job, so she had to stay home this time. She'd been living with Sam and Gillian for several years now. The sight of blood on the living room rug sent Gillian into hysterics. Sam came in and helped her over to the sofa. “Jesus, Sam. Someone ku . . . kil . . . killed her. Why would . . .?” “Now hold on. Maybe she had an accident and went to the hospital. After all, her car is gone.” “No Sam, I don't believe this was an accident. That's a lot of blood there. And look, it leads through the den and out towards the back door.” They followed the trail out the door and down the steps, to where it disappeared at the driveway where Stacey parks her car. They called the police to make their report, and they said they'd send a team of officers over soon as possible. They told us not to touch anything. Some time had passed and they finally arrived. The officers looked over the scene and found a blood stained ax lying outside in the bushes. They said they'd take it along back with them, along with blood samples from the living room carpet. Gillian also gave them a full description of Stacey's car. Then a phone call came in and the older officer answered it. His face ashened. “Mrs. Massey, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you,” he said with a grim expression on his face. They've identified the body you folks found back along the roadside. It's Stacey Edwards.” “Oh my god, my si . . . sister. Somebody really did kill her.” Gillian burst into tears as she fainted, falling to her knees. The officers caught Click here to read the rest of this story (314 more lines)
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