I’m working on a novella which may boringly be called “Motive, Means and Opportunity” where I will present a chunk of information from which you if you want to, can become the armchair detective.
Here’s the first part, the so-called Motive
So, here’s the thing…
I said it. Not once, in the heat of the moment, but more than once, to several different people. I wanted James Burgman dead.
Because I knew he was the man sleeping with my wife, Wendy.
I’d long suspected she was having an affair, you know the signs, not where you expect her to be, making excuses where none were necessary if she was doing what she said she was, and disappearing for hours without an explanation.
And I knew James Burgman was an old boyfriend, a discovery that was made quite by accident. In fact, I followed her one night, not because I was suspicious, but worried for her safety.
That was where I saw her meet him with more than just a friendly handshake.
I had to say it made me feel gutted.
But would I kill him?
It was not worth the problems it would cause me to do so, and, when push came to shove, neither of them were worth it. I knew, even if he was out of the way, she would not stay with me.
That train had left the station about a year ago when our only son had been killed in a senseless road accident.
© Charles Heath 2019-2020