I think
they killed Mary.
I talked to
Detective Watts, the human definition of the colour gray, and apparently the
case on my friend Mary is still open.
It’s been
weeks!
Apparently
they’re pursing “multiple leads” but he can’t speak about an “open
investigation”. I forget that my husband is constantly breaking the rules. And
committing crimes. But when he told me they still hadn’t made an arrest, I went
to talk to Mary’s ex’s. All…three of them: Her husband, her lover, and the man
she was sleeping with for sexual favours. Oh yeah, and then there’s the woman with
whom her lover was cheating. I chatted with the three men, separately of course,
and they all seemed mostly heartbroken but each of them had a glimmer of…something.
They weren’t telling me the whole truth.
And then,
when I asked them about where they were when Mary died, none of them could give
me a straight answer that was actually satisfying. Sure, they could have been
at home watching TV or out at the bar watching a local band, but even he seemed
nervous.
I think
they conspired to kill Mary.
They can’t
do this. She was my victim first.
Oh that
poor woman. Everyone in her life wanted her dead.
Regardless,
I now feel compelled to investigate further so that’s what I’ll be doing for
the next few days or weeks.
I don’t
know why I feel compelled.
I suppose I feel cheated, losing out on a kill
I’d waiting so long for.
And maybe a small part of me actually liked
Mary. She was quirky and morally corrupt. Just like me. I could use a friend
with similar ethics. I have Heather, but she didn’t mean to commit murder. And
I have James, who really is my best friend. But I want someone I’m not sleeping
with, you know?
Mary could have been that. Before I killed her.
Now we’ll never know.
So now I guess I hunt for her killer AND a
potential new friend.
What a week.
As always, dear readers,
Stay Safe
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