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She would never have approved of what I was doing. Time had distanced what we had together until I was beginning to lose the guilty feelings I once had for betraying her. This, what I was accomplishing, was almost more excitement than I could handle. I finished the scene by breaking a piece of Xanax and Zoloft and placing them on the carpet in her bedroom. By the looks of it, I had no reason to worry about them being vacuumed up any time soon. I took more hair samples and scattered them in places around the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. A small apartment in NY doesn’t have more rooms than that anyway.
I left the apartment exactly as I’d found it, with a few covert additions. Feeling like that Cheshire cat who always wears that mischievous grin, I returned to the condo and noticed Brian was still at work, trying to impress those who have succeeded beyond what he ever could. I wondered what that must feel like, to know your best years are behind you, until I realized that it was the only thing he and I had in common. I began to disperse her hair and some other items I’d ingeniously acquired. I even put a pair of her panties underneath his mattress, clean of course. Though I’d morphed into a kidnapper and was prepared to commit what follows, I maintained my hygiene standards. Again, I felt that Cheshire cat grin when I anticipated those hygiene standards coming into play as I artfully dodged the blood that would be spurting from her veins.
The set up was sufficient enough to point all suspicion toward Brian, the ex-con kidnapper. The cops would surmise from the searches on both computers that it was a dating scenario gone awry and that Brian, the scorned lover wanted payback. I thought when I was interviewed, I
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life