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When
Did You Meet Your Killer?
Release
date 2012
Three
years have passed since Marge’s vacation at Ocean Shores was
disrupted by murder. Life in Bellevue was quiet and
full. Her children were well, she was busy with painting, and
even busier planning her upcoming wedding. Then she
heard a breaking news report on the radio that someone had
been killed in Bellevue.
“Two
weeks.” Marge struggled to keep her voice from rising
as she talked to Kate. “Two weeks before the wedding
and someone has to go and get killed. Pete will have no
time for getting married. What am I going to do?”
“Now,
Mom
,” Kate’s reasoning voice came across the line.
“You have been in these situations before. In two
weeks the murderer will probably be behind bars and everything
will go on as planned.”
“I
have this awful feeling,” Marge said, as she poured hot
water over the herbal tea bag in her mug.
Kate
knew exactly what her mother was talking about. “Mom,
I don’t see how you could be involved this time.”
Marge
thanked God for the wisdom He had endowed on her daughter—at
least when it came to other people’s lives.
“Thank
you, Kate, that’s just the common sense I need to hear right
now.”
Hanging
up the phone, Marge cupped the mug in her hands and stepped
onto her deck to look out over the multiple shades of green in
Kelsey
Creek
Park
. She took a deep breath and savored the freshness of
the air after a mid-day rain
The
ringing of the telephone drew her back into the apartment.
“Oh, Pete,” she said as soon as she heard his voice.
“I’m glad you called.”
There
was a moment of silence.
“Pete?
Is something wrong?”
“This
murder … the victim … ah, Marge. I’m sorry. It was
Joshua. Your boss.”
Marge
felt a painful vise clamp her throat. For a moment she
couldn’t breathe. When the pressure became too much to
stand, a sob escaped. “Joshua? How? When?
Why? At the shop?”
“I
wish I could have told you in person,” Pete said, “but I
can’t get away right now and I didn’t want you to learn
about it on the news.” Marge heard a voice in the
background call out to Pete. “I have to go, but I
phoned Melissa and she should be there any minute.”
Marge
was at her open apartment door with one arm tight across her
stomach and one hand clamped over her mouth when Melissa
arrived. Melissa pulled her friend back into the
apartment, closed the door, and wrapped Marge in her arms.
“Oh,
Marge, I’m so sorry.”
Marge
hiccoughed through her sobs. “Who would want to hurt
that gentle old man?” she stammered.
“That’s
what Pete is going to find out.”
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