tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post6274105676368016293..comments2024-01-24T05:13:06.164-08:00Comments on Not Your Usual Suspects: Tell Me as Story, Please...Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286314155783213006noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post-6829741165750132722011-03-26T12:05:54.670-07:002011-03-26T12:05:54.670-07:00Thanks everyone. I enjoyed all the additions. Hope...Thanks everyone. I enjoyed all the additions. Hope you all had fun too.Elise Warnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12111849185666548945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post-46303486389492252182011-03-26T12:03:21.148-07:002011-03-26T12:03:21.148-07:00Oh yes, I knew about his mistress. A dusky beauty ...Oh yes, I knew about his mistress. A dusky beauty with red, red lips and hair like a dark dream. The kind of woman who would turn any man's head, let alone an innocent like James.<br /><br />I confronted him when I found her scented card, embossed with her return address, with the damning note:<br /><br />"Come to me, James. I can wait no longer."Marcelle Dubéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18164965676254630066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post-6537987601174795092011-03-26T07:04:17.462-07:002011-03-26T07:04:17.462-07:00Of course, it didn't help that I'd been st...Of course, it didn't help that I'd been stalking his mistress on the night that John was murdered.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post-10449737980793172742011-03-25T17:21:08.591-07:002011-03-25T17:21:08.591-07:00Did the police think I had taken James's blood...Did the police think I had taken James's blood? Drained it for what insane purpose?<br /><br />This was my dream home, but I still shivered as I walked across the threshold. Once you've invited evil in, you can't bar the door.Jenny Schwartzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00320451924849353120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post-37333916294629820272011-03-25T13:41:49.964-07:002011-03-25T13:41:49.964-07:00Was it my imagination or had Alexander flashed a p...Was it my imagination or had Alexander flashed a pair of fangs during that altercation? And what about those puncture marks on James's inner thigh? The police insisted they were mosquito bites, but even the largest mosquito couldn't have sucked most of the blood from his body.Janni Nellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02979062079450926014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post-64577204111892571412011-03-25T11:01:46.289-07:002011-03-25T11:01:46.289-07:00The baseball bat had my fingerprints on it, but we...The baseball bat had my fingerprints on it, but we had used it just last week in a pick-up game in the park with his business partners.<br />I was enjoying the day so much that I was willing to disregard the exchange between James and Alexander Reigert behdind homeplate. Their heads were bent low and their speech was subdued, but at one point Alexander's hand wrapped around my husband's arm, and I swear there was a male struggle for dominance in that innocent gesture.Maureen A. Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16432964748852427405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post-73801238662088583002011-03-25T07:23:50.297-07:002011-03-25T07:23:50.297-07:00I'd gotten used to the instant suspicion, the ...I'd gotten used to the instant suspicion, the sideways glances, the angling of mothers around their children--as if they were afraid I was going to lash out and destroy those they loved. The way someone had lashed out and destroyed the man I loved.<br />And he, or she, was still out there, unpunished. <br />I had as little clue to the murderer's identity as the cops did. But I did have one vital clue they'd missed. It wasn't me.Toni Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08348843511453338339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545210782126483136.post-79205909472263226422011-03-25T07:05:29.076-07:002011-03-25T07:05:29.076-07:00Cool idea, Elise. Here's my instalment:
Of co...Cool idea, Elise. Here's my instalment:<br /><br />Of course, it didn't help that the murder weapon was the baseball bat we kept under the bed... and that we'd had a terrible fight hours before James was murdered.Marcelle Dubéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18164965676254630066noreply@blogger.com