Chapter I. Scene of the Crime
Rob Anderson watched his wife of four years being hauled to the waiting Sheriff's Department cruiser in hand cuffs, hollering, screaming, cussing and trying to kick at the Deputies dragging her by the shoulders.
She turned and looked at him and screamed, "You Needle Dick Mother Fucker, You can't do anything right. Not even die like your supposed to. Fuck You, You Bastard."
"Love you too Darlin. Hope they give you a nice cell next to your boyfriend, Opps I forgot. He's goanna be in the hospital for awhile. Oh well, Tough luck honey pie. Maybe you'll find a new lover. One with tits. Bye Now." Smirked Rob.
The man standing next to him, a lifelong friend and an investigator for the Sheriffs Department, mockingly scolding his friend, "Now Rob, Don't be nasty. Just because she tried to kill you and steal all your money, you shouldn't make fun of the poor stupid bitch. Ambrose Williams is a pro at this game."
"And you know it wasn't really sporting that you didn't tell your darling wifey about your background. I sure the knowledge that you were ex Delta Force and Contract Agent for the CIA would have made her reconsider her choices. Why I think that's almost entrapment." Investigator Ernie Banks laughed.
Rob gave his friend the finger. "Up yours Banks! Fuck you and the horse you rode in on that goes for your cat too ."
"Now, Now. That's no way to talk to an underpaid servant of the people, keeper of law and order. Hell, I bet that's a jail able offense. I might send you down to 401 with the wife." He joked
401 was 401 Walton Way, the Joint Law Enforcement Center. The local Crossbar Hilton overlooking the Scenic Savannah River.
"And as I said Fuck You, Shithead." Rob Laughed
It was nice to be able to laugh and know that the nightmare was over. Now he could sleep in peace. Not be half awake waiting for the moment when his wife and her lover tried to kill him.
It was still hard to believe that Marilyn would do such a thing. She was a sweet good natured loving person when they fell in love and got married. The first two years were wonderful, full of love and lust.
Then came Cheryl Wilson, the cunt. She came to work at the insurance company where Marilyn worked. She attached herself like a leach, not letting go till she sucked his wife dry. Stealing all the love and goodness out of her and filling her with lust, lying, greed, drug abuse and finally murder.
At least that bitch got hers. Her "Boyfriend" Ambrose Williams shot and killed her, trying to shoot Rob. That was right before Rob put a .40 Caliber hollowpoint round through his spine and blew about two thirds of he cock off with the second shot. He wouldn't be a stud anymore. More like a dud.
The smile faded from Ernie Bank's face. "Are you really okay?" He asked his friend.
"About as okay as you can be watching your wife, her best friend and her lover try to kill you. Then having to shoot one and see the other killed and your wife cussing you out because you wouldn't die like you were supposed to." He said with a sigh.
"What are you goanna do now?" His friend asked
Rob sighed again. "Once we get the paperwork straightened out, I plan to live, really live and enjoy the rest of my life. I've got more money than I can ever spend and no one to leave it to. So I might as well spend the crap out of it before I die."
"It'll be awhile before this comes to trial, if ever. Nine out of ten she'll plea bargain. With the amount of evidence against her she'd be a fool not too. Once she's dried out anyway." Suggested Ernie
"What will they do about that? Send her to the Regional? Or let her dry out on her own?" Rob inquired
"Probably Georgia Regional. As bad as she is hooked, she'd probably die trying to cold turkey. God knows what sexual transmitted diseases she might have. Even AIDS. She's been hanging with a rough crew. I hope you got tested." Asked Ernie
"Yeah I did when she first started acting weird. I'm clean. I haven't touched her in almost a year." Rob answered "Or anyone else for that matter. Something I plan to correct as soon as I'm out of here."
"The divorce will be final tomorrow. That's why they tried so hard to kill you today. After midnight they were shit out of luck." Said Ernie
"Well let's go get this over with. I'm going to stay at the Radisson Riverfront. The house is wrecked. I'll get a cleaning crew in to clean up the mess and repaint. If you want anything, Big Screen or sound system it's yours. Any of the furniture also. The rest is going to the dump. I don't want anything to remind me of this time in my life. I'm selling the house too. I never liked it anyway. West Lake is too fancy for my taste." He sighed
The two friends headed for the Investigators unmarked Crown Victoria. The short walk seemed miles long to a tired and disillusioned Rob Anderson.
Chapter II. Closure
Three Months Later.
Rob Anderson sat at the beach bar of the Oceanfront Beach Club in Myrtle Beach. The sun and the smell of the ocean lifted a large burden from his shoulders. He felt ten years younger.
Final closure is a wonderful thing. Marilyn had pleaded guilty to reduced charges. But any jail time was still a life sentence. The drugs had damaged her heart and liver. She only had a few months to live if she was lucky. She was also HIV positive.
Rob had asked the judge to give her a probated sentence so she could spend the rest of her time with her parents and her sister. The Judge had agreed.
Rob had arranged for her medical care and round the clock nurses, knowing her elderly parents wouldn't be able to care for her alone. What the hell, he had more money than he could spend and they did have two good years together.
Her parents, who were really good people that Rob really liked and they had been more than nice to him, treating him like their child up to the time things had gotten nasty between he and their youngest daughter. He couldn't blame them for being loyal to their child. Hell he wished he had a family to be loyal to him.
Her elder sister, Leslie, on the other hand had always been a bitch. She had disliked him from the start and made no bones about it. Something about him rubbed her raw. He had no idea what it was that caused that reaction.
But when it had gotten ugly, she came down on him like a load of bricks. Nasty wasn't even close. Vicious was probably closer. She arrived like an avenging angel when he kicked her sister out of his house and cancelled all of her credit cards and closed their joint checking account. She attempted to use her clout as a Deputy US Attorney to pressure him into either taking her sister back or paying support.
Rob had told her to shove it up her ass and if she tried to intimidate him again he would have his attorneys on her like stink on shit. He also asked her if she wanted to see the PI's photos and video tape of her darling baby sister doing drugs and participating in gang bangs in his house while he was out of town. He advised her to check out her sister before she jumped to conclusion that he was "Fucking Her Over". That was the last he had heard from her.