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Chapter Fifteen: A ShockI got home feeling a burn in my calves and was very thankful to get inside and get my shoes off. Ralph had my mail in hand when I arrived and we had made small chit-chat. What I was discovering about Ralph was that he was bright, just painfully shy. I had often thought of him as simple minded for having such a menial job, but the truth was, I was starting to feel that he truly enjoyed his interaction with most people. I would have bet before all this mess started, I had been making that truth hard to see for him. I began going through my mail, sorting out the crap from the bills when I came across a plain envelope that had been printed out to me. I set it aside on top of the bills and went to change into something more comfortable for around the apartment. I had plans on a tee shirt and jeans but ended up in one of my many remaining men’s oxford shirts. I went into the kitchen and made myself a little meal and went back to the table to eat and finish with the mail. I made my way through the usual utilities and started into the credit cards. I, once again, had erroneous charges, but now I knew why. I called and reported my cards stolen again and knew that this would be the last time I had to make any calls about the bad charges. The meal was a simple one of Ziti pasta, some Ragu meat sauce and boiled and then sliced to fry Italian sausages. I would have some for lunch and maybe dinner tomorrow. At last I was down to the odd envelope. I opened it, as I did all my letters by tearing off one end of the envelope, when I turned the envelope a single small piece of paper fluttered down onto my marble table. I blinked as I read it, unable to touch it as I read.
Kay O’Connor has been reported as a victim of a suicide. Police found a note explaining how the complications of botched Plastic Surgeries has left her with constant pain and horrible disfigurements and she could not carry on. “She reportedly purchased a handgun several days ago, so it appears she has been considering this for some time.” A detective reported. The Medical Examiner agreed with the officers on the seen, that Miss O’Connor’s fatal wound was self inflicted. It had Kay’s graduation picture with the short article. I scooped up the envelope. There was no return address and the postmark was from Colorado. I should have been wondering who sent it, but all I could think of was what the witchdoctor had said to me. I needed to restore the coven to break the spell and now one of the coven was dead. I might have to get used to being Miss James Adair and not Mister James Adair. I was not giving up, but things were looking bleak on it getting back to the way it used to be. Next |