Sheila Kills Again

Sheila had gone into hiding. The police knew she killed Bill. Several folks had seen the platinum blonde in a cherry red Porsche around Jekyll Island at the time of his death. But since his body wasn’t found for two days, Sheila was long gone.

On her way across the country, she stopped in Las Vegas, colored her hair black, and took on a Goth look. With a ring through her nose and several fake tattoos, she entered a Texas Hold-em game in the back room of her hotel. She cashed in the Porsche and won a cabin in Washington State.

The cabin was on San Juan Island, where Sheila forgot her desire for vengeance and became a most sadistic serial killer.

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At first, the cabin on San Juan was fun. She enjoyed the sunny days, the beautiful sunsets, the isolation. But after a storm flooded her new home, clean up was a slog in the mud for days on end. Sheila grew tired of the solitary life. She wanted, needed a man.

Conner Seal became that man. He’d come out from Seattle to help her repair the damage. His firm pecks, six-pack abs, and deep blue eyes warmed her in regions she didn’t even know were cold.

An affair started, but when Conner wanted to end it because he had other jobs too do, and other women to bed. Sheila couldn’t, wouldn’t let go. She pretended to because she wasn’t about to bring the cops to her piece of heaven on earth.

Sheila waited, watched, and then she proceeded with caution.

Conner had found a new remodeling job in Olympia, Washington, and a new girl. It was because of his insistence on leaving and his easy betrayal that he died a most tragic death.

Conner and his new girl, Alice, planned a night in. Sheila added a sedative to their wine then she waited until they were both soundly asleep.

Alice woke the next morning to find a bloody butcher knife, but no Conner, and no memory of the night before. No one caught on until Conner's shallow grave was discovered in the woods behind Alice’s house.

The police called it a crime of passion. Conner Seal’s new girlfriend, Alice Winter, was charged with murder. Accused of stabbing him thirty times on the floor of her kitchen, burying his body, and cleaning up the crime scene. Alice had no defense.

Sheila enjoyed reading about the case, but it was the pictures of his bloody body that appeased her thirst for murder, at least for a little while.

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Want to know more about Sheila
Follow the links for her story:

 Killer Flowers

 Killer Spice
 Foxglove Tea
 Bloody Tissue
 A Murderous Intent
 In Flagrante Delicto
Getting Away With Murder
Sheila Murders, In Hawaii
A Deadly Retribution
Sheila Falls
One Night Stand
Obstacles Must Be Removed
Murder = Death
A Very Cold Dish
Pea Soup

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an  exercise of the imagination!

PEA SOUP

The fog was thicker than pea soup and murkier than mud. Still, it worked out to be the best cover possible. Especially as murder was the goal.

Sheila had changed her looks. Now a platinum blond, the color did little to help her hide. She was even more of a standout than before. She didn’t care. She flaunted her freedom!

But tonight, she was covered from head to toe in black. No platinum and barely the whites of her eyes were visible.

Sheila had a goal. She was going to get her revenge on the man that brought all her dreams to a standstill. Bill, the man who set her up and ruined her marriage plans with Hank.

Sheila hadn’t forgotten that Hank was part of the setup, but his comeuppance would happen last after she took out all those who’d betrayed her.

Bill made number one on her list simply because his was the first name she’d pulled out of the hat.

She’d observed him for several weeks. He loved regularity, and with his dog Duke, he walked the beach daily. No longer a Navy man, he lived on the money his mother had left him when she died just days after he got back from Afghanistan.

He’d bought a small house on Jekyll Island, Georgia, and was enjoying the quiet life. He was working on a book. Sheila didn’t know that, or the fact that she was the subject.

Sheila watched, waited, and when Duke, his black lab, took off running down the beach. Sheila had Bill in her sights and fired. Her new M24 Sniper’s Rifle and extensive training made the shot count. Bill fell, and Duke ran to his side.

Sheila was already on her way home.

“One down, dozens to go.” Shelia laughed as she drove off in her new Porsche.

Yolanda Renée © 2017

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A Very Cold Dish

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an  exercise of the imagination!