Showing posts with label Killer Spice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Killer Spice. Show all posts

Monday, June 13, 2016

SHEILA MURDERS, IN HAWAII

Sheila Murders, in Hawaii
           
Finally convinced that marriage wasn't the route to take after the death of her groom, Sheila's mother decided to play the field and cross marriage off her bucket list. Sheila whole-heartedly agreed. She rewarded her mother by booking Darla and three of her mother's friends on a Mediterranean cruise for singles.

            She saw them off and assured her mother that she would also be enjoying some time off. She was going to Hawaii, and if things worked out, she'd be buying a house there. Her mother squealed with happiness. "Text me pictures, I want to help you make the right decision," Dottie said.

            "Of course, Mother. I wouldn't want it any other way."

            Her arrival in Hawaii was everything she'd ever dreamed it would be. First class all the way, she felt like a movie star. She contacted a real estate expert but didn't like the change in attitude. Linda Sattler, the woman who agreed to show her around the different properties, let her know immediately that her budget would not get her the dream home she desired. Sheila would have to lower her expectations.

            "No, I'll increase my budget, but these homes had better be made of gold," she told Linda.

            After showing Sheila several homes in the range of $500,000 to $1,000,000 Sheila was still unimpressed. And sorely upset that most of them weren't on the beach. After the first week of Linda picking her up and taking her to the various homes on the island of Honolulu, Sheila stormed into Linda's office beside herself in anger.

            "Why haven't you taken me to the other islands? I understand there are homes on the beach that don't require a person to go broke to own," she shouted. The disturbance brought Linda's boss out of his office. Leonard Vance stepped in and invited the upset client to lunch.

            He and Sheila had an instant connection, and after a quickie in the car, he escorted her to her hotel, where she invited him to her room. They spent the afternoon and the night together. Leo promised to get her the home of her dreams, but he wanted her to know his relationship with Linda was more than boss and employee. If she agreed to allow Linda to keep showing her homes, on any island she wanted. He would make her dreams come true; he just needed time to let Linda know it was over between them. Sheila agreed.

            Sheila saw a bevy of new homes and found one she truly liked on Maui. The only problem the home was listed at 1.3 million. Her mother had agreed to fund any home up to 1.2 million. Leo assured Sheila he would get her the home for 1.2 million and Sheila made that contingent on him being honest with Linda about their burgeoning relationship.

            The day before Sheila was to close on the home, Linda's body was discovered. Blamed on a home invasion, her condominium had been broken into; possessions of value had been taken. Stabbed through the heart, investigators said Linda had surprised the burglars who used a kitchen knife to commit the murder.

           At the signing of the closing papers, Leo told Sheila about Linda's death and had tears in his eyes. Sheila signed the papers, but her attention was on Leonard. If he wanted Linda out of his life, he should be happy, he got what he wanted. Why the tears, she wondered.

So readers, for this murder did Sheila talk Leonard into committing it, or was Sheila behind the entire thing?

I'd love to know what you think.


Read the other excerpts of
Sheila's Murderous Mind
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Remember folks - this is all fiction -
an exercise of the imagination!
I'd love to hear from you.


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Monday, August 17, 2015

KILLER SPICE

Six months since Lydia's death and things hadn't changed for Sheila. She was almost certain Carey was cheating again, but she had no real proof, just suspicion.
It was almost Christmas and she'd made up her mind to do something drastic if Carey didn't propose over the holiday. She baked all his favorite cookies and pies, saving one batch of snickerdoodles heavily spiced with nutmeg, in the freezer if that engagement ring did not appear.

On Christmas day, Carey hadn't given her a ring. In fact, his gift, a new set of pots and pans, made her angrier. She asked for the new Cuisinart's Pro Stainless Steel Set; instead, he'd gone to Kmart. Sheila seethed but refused to show her displeasure. She had something else in mind, and to achieve her goal, she gave Carey one last gift. Through one of his friends, she'd gotten him a package of blunts, marijuana cigars. Something she knew he couldn't resist while on holiday from work. Carey had two full weeks off. Usually a conscientious guy, he'd partake of weed as long as it didn't interfere with his job. He lit one up right away.
Sheila smiled. Several hours later, Carey was wasted and hungry. She made sure the cupboards were almost bare, but she had Snickerdoodles, his favorite. She gave him a full plate, two dozen cookies, and a glass of beer.
"I have to go to mom and dads for dinner, but you're too wasted, you show up like that and dad'll kill you."
"Bring me a plate. Your mom makes the best garlic mashed potatoes. Honestly, I'm just happy to veg but I might go to Tom's later. He has a new PlayStation 4." He told her without looking up from the football game he was watching. He'd already consumed half a dozen Snickerdoodles. "Be careful. I don't think it's a good idea for you drive high," she warned him but knew he'd do what he wanted.
Sheila was eating dinner with her parents when she got the phone call. Carey had died in a freak accident. Apparently, he'd tried to walk to Tom's house several blocks down the road. The driver, his best friend, had been on the way to pick him because Carey had told him he was too wasted to drive. His friend, Tom, had told Carey to walk. He thought better of it and jumped in his car to pick Carey up when he realized the roads were dangerous with ice, and the night pitch black. He failed to see Carey in time and even though he'd hit the brakes; his car slid head-on into his best friend. 
          Sheila cried.
*****

You read that right folks, nutmeg can kill. 
Want to know more just Google it.

I pulled the information for this post from a Book of Poisons: A Guide for Writers written by Serita Stevens and Ann Bannon.

What do you think? Is Sheila guilty of murder, or was Carey responsible?


Next Monday a new post will tell us whether or not Sheila has changed her ways or if success has gone to her head.