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THURSDAY\u2019S CHILD\nBy
\nSuzanne Burke
\nCopyright 2019<\/p>\n
THURSDAY\u2019S CHILD
\nBy
\nSuzanne Burke
\nCopyright 2019<\/p>\n
She hadn\u2019t really intended<\/em> this to happen. Oh, sure, she\u2019d thought about it often enough, but thinking<\/em> about something didn\u2019t make it a crime. A convergence of circumstances had prompted her choice. Regret was such an outmoded commodity.<\/p>\n She checked her latex gloves fitted well, and flicked her dark eyed gaze across to where Peter Cameron lay, still and silent. \u201cYou brought this on yourself, Peter. Did you think me a complete fool?\u201d<\/p>\n Carol moved across to the edge of the bed and stood over him. She reached down and flicked the blonde hair back from his forehead, then gently rested her hand there.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re cold. Shall I fetch you a blanket?\u201d Her laughter soothed her.<\/p>\n The man\u2019s eyes were now open, and Carol revelled in the fear she witnessed in their blue depths. \u201cAh, there<\/em> you are. How do you feel?\u201d She laughed again. \u201cOh, silly me. You can\u2019t feel<\/em> anything. Can you? Such a handy little drug, and no taste I believe, especially in your malt whiskey.\u201d<\/p>\n Peter Cameron\u2019s blue eyes registered the words and Carol watched on as he commanded his brain to activate his fingers, his arms. He had no control of his voicebox. His brain refused to obey. He remained still.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, don\u2019t fret so, darling. You\u2019re not going to die \u2026 yet<\/em>. The paralysis will last just long enough for my needs. It\u2019s all in the timing. You need to helplessly contemplate what I may have in store for your immediate future.\u201d<\/p>\n Carol walked away from him, and headed for the bar, whistling happily in anticipation. She placed his used glass and the bottle of Glenfiddich into her handbag, then poured a stiff belt of burbon into a paper cup, and seated herself comfortably on the sofa in the large living room and admired afresh the warm ambience of her surroundings.<\/p>\n \u201cThe best that all my<\/em> money could buy.\u201d Her voice brought her comfort.<\/p>\n She drained the cup and refilled it. When empty she crumpled it and placed it alongside the other items now concealed in the bag.<\/p>\n The wall clock reaffirmed that she had an hour remaining before company arrived. She nodded in satisfaction and rested.<\/p>\n With twenty minutes remaining she stood and checked on her captive one more time. \u201cNot long now.\u201d<\/p>\n A low groan came from the bed.<\/p>\n Carol gently stroked his cheek. \u201cAre you terrified, my darling? Your eyes tell me you are. Good. That\u2019s as it should be.\u201d<\/p>\n Carol smiled in satisfaction and left the room, content to wait this out for a few minutes. At exactly 11.02p.m she heard the front door open and close again. A musical female voice called out, \u201cPeter? Darling, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n Carol listened carefully from her dark space in the hallway. She held her breath as the woman came into view and she watched her enter the master-bedroom in search of her lover.<\/p>\n \u201cWaiting in bed for me, darling? That\u2019s different. I thought we were going to share a late supper.\u201d<\/p>\n The woman sounded disappointed.<\/p>\n \u201cHe can be very<\/em> disappointing. I agree.\u201d Carol said from the doorway.<\/p>\n The woman jumped in fright and managed to say \u201cOh, my God. I\u2019m not, that is, we aren\u2019t, this isn\u2019t.\u201d She shut her mouth when her frightened eyes took note that her lover\u2019s wife was standing in front of her wearing latex gloves and aiming a gun at her head.<\/p>\n \u201cIt isn\u2019t what<\/em>? An affair? Oh, please. Do you expect me to believe that you\u2019ve come here to my home every second Thursday at 11.00p.m for 3<\/em> months to do something innocent<\/em>? Go ahead, enlighten me. I\u2019m a reasonable woman. Convince me I don\u2019t<\/em> have a reason to hate you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease! I\u2019m so sorry. It doesn\u2019t mean anything.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, no, Thursday\u2019s Girl. It means everything. The others meant nothing to him, therefore I ignored them. Ah, but you<\/em>, you\u2019re different. Turn around, let me take a closer look at you.\u201d<\/p>\n Carol walked across to the shaking woman and prodded her with Peter\u2019s handgun. \u201cI said turn around.\u201d<\/p>\n The younger woman nodded and hurriedly complied.<\/p>\n \u201cHe does love a tight ass. Long legs too. That\u2019s always a bonus.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe doesn\u2019t care about me. It\u2019s a \u2026 a fling.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNice try.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll end it and never see him again. I promise. I\u2019m sorry, please. Let me go.\u201d The woman was sobbing now.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t you want to know how<\/em> I know your special?\u201d<\/p>\n The woman shook her head. \u201cI\u2019m not \u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShut your stupid mouth and listen!\u201d Carol barely controlled her anger and shoved the nozzle of the Glock into her rival\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n She drew a deep calming breath and lowered the gun slightly. \u201cI know<\/em>, because he\u2019s been happy. Happier than he\u2019s been for many years. The only thing that\u2019s different in his life since the advent of his peculiar behaviour is you<\/strong>!\u201d<\/p>\n Carol fished inside the pocket of the coat she was wearing and drew out a small velvet box. \u201cHe brought you this little diamond trinket from Caliago. His jeweller of choice. It\u2019s an engagement ring for you, Thursday\u2019s Girl. The ring size is smaller than mine, and besides I only wear emeralds. My contact at the jewellers tells me it\u2019s worth upwards of one million dollars. I do hope it\u2019s insured. Give me your hand. Let\u2019s try it on for size.\u201d<\/p>\n The hand the woman held out was shaking. Carol nursed the gun, and held out the jewellery box. \u201cNow place it on your finger. Don\u2019t be stupid enough to flex your hand. Slide it on.\u201d<\/p>\n The diamonds glistened as the ring slid into place perfectly.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd lastly, should you think me presumptive, then don\u2019t. You see our darling Peter visited our attorney to get the ball rolling for divorce proceedings. I can only wonder that he made such a stupid mistake. Our attorney was the one I<\/em> recommended twenty-years ago. He earns every cent of the additional fees I pay him every month.\u201d<\/p>\n Peter groaned again from the bed and his lover stood there watching on, too afraid to move.<\/p>\n Carol smiled. \u201cHow tragic love is. How very sad that you came here to end your relationship. Peter Cameron had never been denied anything<\/em> in his life. He couldn\u2019t take the rejection. He apparently decided that if he<\/em> couldn\u2019t have you, then nobody<\/em> would.<\/p>\n The woman began to scream, and Carol laughed with pleasure. \u201cOh, yes, scream. Go right ahead! We do love<\/em> living out here. There\u2019s a righteous freedom in having no near neighbors.\u201d<\/p>\n The woman was still sobbing as Carol sat next to Peter on the bed and shot her three times in the chest. She calmly watched as the body was flung backward by the impact and dropped to the floor.<\/p>\n Carol gazed down on her for long enough to see the faint hold on life vacate her eyes.<\/p>\n Carol checked the spandex gloves, satisfied that they\u2019d worked as they should. She placed the weapon down for a moment as she removed the other things that she\u2019d need from the bureau.<\/p>\n Peter\u2019s arm felt like a dead weight as she wrapped the tourniquet around his upper bicep. The veins responded beautifully, and Carol inserted the syringe and watched in fascination as her husband\u2019s body jerked several times. She watched him begin to foam at the mouth. She watched him die. \u201cHeroin is so deadly, if you don\u2019t get the dosage just right. I believe it\u2019s referred to as a \u2018hot shot\u2019.<\/p>\n She placed the Glock in his right hand and checked to ensure the trajectory married up with the bullet\u2019s impact on his dead companion. Carol squeezed his fingers closed around the weapon with his finger on the trigger, then let his arm drop and the gun lay loosely in the dead hand.<\/p>\n Carol stood back and admired her handiwork. Content now she hurried outside.<\/p>\n She ran to her car secreted behind a tall stand of trees and drove it into her driveway, behind the visitors Porche. She let the car idle and punched in 911 on her iPhone.<\/p>\n \u201c911. What is the nature of your emergency?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease! Help me. I need help! Please!\u201d The voice was frantic.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll help you, Ma\u2019am, but I need you to calm down. Please tell me what is happening.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI heard a woman screaming! Then I think there were gunshots! Now I can\u2019t hear anything. Please! Please, I beg you, please hurry, I think my husband is inside. Should I go in? I have to help him!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease give me your address.\u201d<\/p>\n Carol gave it.<\/p>\n \u201cDo NOT enter the dwelling. Police and Paramedics are on the way. Stay on the line with me. Are you close to the house?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m outside in the driveway.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease move away from the property. Stay away from the windows. They\u2019re on their way.\u201d<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n CNN breaking news.<\/p>\n \u201cIn breaking news! The body of United States Senator Peter Cameron has been found at his home. A crime scene now exists. Early indications from our sources indicate that another body has been found at the scene. Murder\/Suicide has not been ruled out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTragically it was the senator\u2019s wife who made the grim discovery. She is reported to be resting under sedation. In deep shock as these events unfold. Police at this stage don\u2019t believe that a third party was involved in the tragedy.\u201d<\/p>\n Carol listened to the excited broadcaster and smiled.<\/p>\n Then she settled down in her pristine hospital bed and drifted off to a contented sleep.<\/p>\n We ask that you also check out their books in the RWISA<\/strong> or RRBC<\/strong> catalogs.\u00a0 Thanks, again for your support and we hope that you will follow each member along this amazing tour of talent!\u00a0 Don’t forget to click the link below to learn more about this author:<\/p>\n Suzanne Burke’s<\/a>\u00a0RWISA Author Page<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" THURSDAY\u2019S CHILD By Suzanne Burke Copyright 2019 She hadn\u2019t really intended this to happen. Oh, sure, she\u2019d thought about it often enough, but thinking about something didn\u2019t make it a crime. A convergence of circumstances had prompted her choice. Regret was such an outmoded commodity. 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