
Tiffany Chiatovich Melendez:
So, did you guess? My Mom and my Grand Pop wanted the perfect name for the bad girl in this story. So they picked one of my nick-names, Peaches.
Oh, yes. I have other nick-names, but one will do for now.
LC woke up, rested. She felt the whole world was ahead of her. She could go back to her normal life. Put all of this behind her. It would just be a memory. A tale to awe her grandchildren with some time in the future. It was the first relaxed minute she had since being arrested at the airport for the murder of a man she didn’t know and only met once.
There were no police in the room. For being in a hospital it was a quiet, normal day.
She asked for a newspaper and it was quickly delivered.
Smiling, she opened it. She expected to find a story on the front page declaring her innocent of all charges. She expected to see Peaches Pardot’s name in big black letters as hers had once been when she was a suspect.
What she saw was the headline:
HOME WRECKER NO LONGER A SUSPECT
The story followed.
Lindsey Carol Davenport, the home wrecker who allegedly was having affairs with several men including William Pardot and Peter Johnson, his best friend, who was recently murdered, was declared no longer a person of interest in the case, police announced this morning.
There was no mention of Peaches Pardot. No mention of any other, or new, suspects. No mention of why she was no longer a suspect.
LC gazed at the paper.
Peter Johnson was a professional blackmailer. William Pardot was a full-time adulterer who had been “engaged” to a string of women, including her. On the side he was an industrial spy. His wife was an embezzler and his daughter was a murderer. But the newspaper passed over all of that as though it were nothing. It concentrated on LC and her reputation.
“And I’m… I’m a home wrecker.”
LC looked at herself in the mirror. “What kind of a future is that?”
This concludes the first novel in The Homewrecker Series.
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