18 Apr 2008 |
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Detective J.P. Creepy was recuperating from cancer at a
His quality of life having been permanently lowered and worsening, he wanted the pain to be over. He was determined to end the pain and he knew exactly what to do. His mind was made up. Besides, he was broke. All his money had gone into paying for the treatments and drugs related to his illness. His life was now a nightmare. He thought about his two children who were only six and seven years old. His wife had died and left him a single father. The thought of leaving this world without seeing his children become adults broke his already painful heart. His only consolation was that he had One Million Dollars in life insurance that the children would receive if he died. Tears dripped down his eyes. He flung the newspaper aside in anger as his mind raced through his undercover detective days with the police department. After thirty five years of hundreds of undercover investigations this is what his life had become. Sad. As he picked up the newspaper once again, he was stunned to see, on the front page, the following story:
‘Black Widow’ of
The court has ordered the release from prison of Monica Grave, the alleged ‘black widow’ of
poisoning five husbands. The government had alleged that she poisoned the men in order to cash in on their life insurance policies. Although she had denied the allegations, the government had exhumed the bodies of four of the five husbands and discovered they all had been poisoned with cyanide. Ms. Grave was ordered released from prison yesterday following her lawyers’ successful appeal based on legal technicalities. The appeal centered on the trial judge’s failure to allow a defense expert witness to testify on the issue of the unreliability of the government’s cyanide detection procedure from exhumed bodies; the lawyers had also appealed the judge’s improperly-worded instruction to the jury at trial. The government vowed yesterday to try Ms. Grave again.
As he read the story, Detective J.P. Creepy felt chills running down his spine. He had been engaged to the ‘black widow’ Monica Grave; and had come very close to marrying her a few days before she was arrested and tried for the murder of her previous husbands. In fact, the day she was convicted, he had been in the courtroom with her, refusing to believe that she was guilty. But he was to receive the biggest shock of his life when she, in the courtroom, whispered into his ears that she was guilty of the charges of murder and then she took the witness stand and denied all the charges. The jury convicted her anyway. As he read and re-read the story of her release, he felt a cold wave run down his back as he groaned from the cancer pain. He still had her telephone number. “So Monica has gotten away with murder!” J.P heard himself muttering. That evening J.P. Creepy was released from the hospital and taken home. At home that night, he sat at the kitchen table while his children slept upstairs. Spread out in front of him were his Last Will and Testament and his life insurance policy documents. He read and re-read the documents. For the first time in months, he felt happy that he was finally going to be pain-free and that his children would be richer by One Million Dollars. His sister, as stipulated in his Last Will and Testament, would be his children’s guardian. He trusted her to honor his wishes. He was happy. He ran his fingers around the bottle of cyanide in front of him, cuddling the bottle like a friend in need. It was enough poison to kill one hundred men. He smiled and picked up the bottle. As he twisted the cap off the bottle, he glanced at the last page of the insurance policy and, suddenly, something caught his eyes that stopped him in his tracks. Something in fine print caught his eyes. Damn! He had almost screwed up the whole plan, indeed. His hand shaking, he replaced the cap on the bottle. The pain that enveloped him that night was yet the worst. All night he groaned and moaned from physical as well as mental pain. Early in the morning the next day, Detective J.P. Creepy placed a call to Monica Grave. When her voice mail came on, he left a message: “Monica darling, this is J.P. I read the story of your release. You cannot imagine how happy I am to know that you are free. I’ve been waiting for this day. Please call me. I am ready to take you up on that marriage plan again… we will be so happy, darling… please call me”. Two months after the marriage of Monica Grave and Detective J.P. Creepy, J.P. filed a criminal complaint against his wife at the local police station. Exactly three months after filing that complaint against his wife, his Life Insurance Company paid One Million Dollars on his life to his minor children. That next day, the Los Angeles Times carried the following story: [Villagers of NigeriaVillageSquare were called upon to write the newspaper headline] WayoGuy@aol.com
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