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Monday, September 19, 2016

MURDER = DEATH


The police did their thing, and Hank followed the ambulance carrying Sheila to the hospital. That's where she told her story.
With the police present, Sheila told how Bill had invited her for a drink the night before and served her a drink laced with drugs. She wasn't aware that anything was wrong until she woke up on the beach. She began walking home where Hank found her. She allowed him to think sex with Bill was consensual because she didn't want Hank to over react and she felt guilty, after all, she'd accepted Bill's invitation. Now she was claiming that sex with Bill, wasn't consensual. He'd drugged her.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth?"
"He threatened me. That night he came to the door. You looked away, well, you looked at me, and he made two silent signs. One finger against his lips signaling silence then he sliced it across his neck. Meaning? Well, I took it as a threat. Bill made sure I understood on the beach the next morning.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked away." Hank kissed her on the head.
"You couldn't have known," she assured him.
"Go on. What happened next?" The police officer asked as he wrote her words in his notebook.
"He saw Hank leave for the store and knew I was alone. He simply walked in the back door, grabbed me from behind, and pushed me into the bedroom. He tied me up, and raped me, this time without drugs." Sheila wiped away her tears, and Hank pulled her close.
"It's all right. Everything will be all right. Can you continue?"
Sheila nodded and took a deep breath. "When he finished, he untied me. I pretended to cooperate. Told him it was the best sex I'd ever had. Then I suggested I make us a drink. Instead, I went to the kitchen for the gun that I'd seen Hank hide in the cupboard above the refrigerator. I was only going to use it to get Bill out of the house, but he had other ideas. He said he'd kill me and to prove it he slapped the gun out of my hand and then walloped me hard. I followed the gun to the floor and somehow managed to get hold of it. I didn't hesitate. I just pointed and fired. It was the first time I'd ever held or fired a gun."
She covered her face with her hands. "I had no choice. It was him or me."
"It's all right baby. You did well; it's all going to work out." Hank told her as he held her in his arms. 
The police left them alone after Hank assured them he'd bring Sheila to the station for a formal statement in the morning.
The next day, Sheila was released from the hospital. Hank took her to the police station as promised. She signed the statement but minutes later, she was arrested for murder.


To her horror, the truth of what happened had been recorded. In both the cabin she shared with Hank, and the night she seduced Bill in his home after he invited her in for a drink. It clearly showed there was no rape and that Sheila, not Bill was the aggressor!
However, the biggest surprise happened when Bill walked into the interrogation room. He wasn't dead. It was a setup. Something Hank and his good friend had arranged together.
Sheila looked at Bill then Hank. "Why?"
"Because you killed Lydia!"
"What? No! No!" Sheila's eyes were wide, and a light sweat broke out across her brow.
"Yes, Sheila. You did. I have the proof. Remember when you had tea in the park the day she died?"
"Yes, of course, why?"
"She'd told me that you accused her of having an affair with Carey. She couldn't believe that you could think such a thing of her.
"But I apologized. I was wrong. We made up that day."
"Yes, and she was over the moon. She had called me before she left the parking lot that day. She was ecstatic about your apology. She also said she wasn't feeling well. I asked her what she'd eaten, she told me you given her tea with a new sweetener in it. It hadn't agreed with her. Then she was dead. Soon after, Carey was dead.
Hank had turned away from her but continued. "Carey's mother was certain that you poisoned her son. She was right, wasn't she?"
"Sheila just closed her eyes."
Hank continued. "The engagement ring you found in my room. It's the ring my sister helped Carey choose for you. He told his mother he'd decided to wait before asking you because you didn't grieve for your best friend. Then his mother witnessed that same anger and disbelief when you didn't grieve for her son."
Sheila didn't answer, but her gaze stayed on Hank. Almost as though she wasn't listening to his words and simply couldn't believe that he'd turned on her. In the hospital, he'd been so attentive, apologetic. Loving. This man, she didn't know!
"You killed my sister, your boyfriend, most likely your stepfather, and I'm positive that when the investigation is complete, we'll find several more dead bodies in your count."
"How?" Sheila was dumbfounded.
I've been watching you since the death of my sister, and the grim reaper was your constant companion. I've investigated and worked with the police to find more answers. I had Lydia's body autopsied. You poisoned her! You bitch! Your best friend!"
Hank walked to the corner of the room to calm his anger.
The detective in the room spoke. "Bodies were uninterred, and the truth is quickly becoming known. In fact, several investigators are waiting outside to talk to you. One is from New York. They found your DNA at the scene of a murdered biker in Central Park. There's a detective from Hawaii. Your secrets are coming to light Sheila, you won't be free for a long, long time. If ever!"
Sheila swallowed hard. "But … I thought you loved me." Her statement meant for Hank, seemed to hit him between the shoulder blades like a knife. He faced her on last time.
"You were supposed to, but the truth is. I'm just a better actor than you are. Being with you made me physically sick!"
Sheila didn't even blink.
Hank strode to the door, but before he opened it, he said, "I hope you rot in Hell, my dear."
Hank never looked back.
Bill followed but first said. "Uh, thanks for the great sex! Taught me a few things, yes, you did." He smiled at the memory. "But seriously, I'll ditto what Hank said, although Hell is probably better than you deserve."
Sheila didn't say a word. Not for the rest of that day or the 365 days since. She received several life sentences and one death sentence. She refused all appeals.
Death will be the release from the Hell she created. At least that's what she hopes.

~~THE END~~~

Yolanda Renée © 2016
1160 words

Well, folks, that appears to be the end of our 
favorite serial killer, Sheila.
Or is it?
I'm considering a sequel called Sheila's revenge. :)
I do hope you've enjoyed Sheila's murderous journey!

Read all the excerpts of
Sheila's Murderous Mind
Just click on the title!



Remember folks - this is all fiction -
an exercise of the imagination!


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