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The money that was collected from Linda’s life insurance was invested in stocks and bonds and became a successful source of income. Bob really didn’t do a lot; just drink. He walked over to his desk, pulled open a drawer, looked around to see if anyone was
watching then lifted the false drawer bottom. Underneath lay a 44 Magnum courtesy of Smith and Wesson., a photo and a baby book.
He pulled out the photo beside it, admiring the beautiful woman. A tear slid off his cheek.
“I love you, Linda,” he whispered. “I love you so much..” He sniffed. “I know you hear me. I feel you.”
I hear you, Bob. He heard her in his mind, his heart.
“Linda?”
It’s me, Bob. Please, avenge my death. I love you.
“Oh, Linda, I miss you so much.” He sobbed and snorted. “So much.”
Bob reached for the baby book that had lain hidden in that drawer all those years and placed it beside the photo.
“Worst day of my life,” he said. “Today, Baby, I set things right.”
The 44 was a heavy piece; not easy to conceal, but this was not a stealth mission. This as straight up bas our murder, a Kamikaze
mission, death by cops or a Kurt Cobain ending. He knew he had cancer and he wasn’t going to burden Grace with a drawn-out
death. This would be easier. Maybe she could even….understand.
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The drive to Sara Myer’s trailer was an exceptionally long one; thoughts seem to slow reality down in life, changing events. The
adrenaline tugs at the senses, honing then sharp and crisp.
Bob parked a good ways away in order not to alarm his target. Causaully, he walked to the front door, careful not to make a sound on
the wooden porch.
What’s that?
Footsteps…that was footsteps.
Bob could hear the plump and creak of the floor. His heart began to beat faster and faster.
One more drink…here we go. This is for you, my love.