'Okay. I just now found this book. By accident. How lucky can you get? I immediately went to the "Michigan Story" and was delighted to see it took place near Harbor Springs. I intended to read only a few paragraphs and return to it when I was awake. Well, let me tell you, the story did that! I couldn't stop reading. Great writing. I highly recommend it. Thanks to the author(s). Hope we meet someday at a book signing!'
And next, the story:
We rode along the shores of Lake Michigan, the sun
leaving dappled shadows on the pavement like a Dalmatian. Harbor Springs looked
like an idyllic town, with tourism and boating the dominant features. Huge
mansions graced the area. Still, what if parts of it weren't as charming as it
seemed? And what about the wealthy Kellogg influence?
SAILOR
Doug Newman smiled as he mixed the drink for his wife. Tonight was
the night. He’d checked on the sailboat, the weatherman predicted a nice cloud
cover, and he’d confirmed the dinghy remained in place. He carried the wine
glass on a tray to her office, where Kimberly sat at a computer.
“At your service, ma’am.”
She turned, surprised. Smiled and took the glass by the stem. “Why,
thank you. To what do I owe this honor?”
“Just being a wonderful husband.” He lifted his glass in a
toast. “To health.” He held up his glass and tried not to laugh.
She lifted hers. “To a wonderful husband.”
“Drink up.”
She sipped, then grimaced. “Tastes a little bitter.”
“Would you like some crackers or something to go with it?”
“That would be nice.”
Fifteen minutes later Doug checked to see Kim sleeping on her
keyboard. Hope
I didn’t kill her. He checked her pulse. Still breathing, good.
He took her drink to the kitchen, scrubbed it with bleach, soap and scalding
hot water, then set the glass in the dishwasher. Grabbed the duct tape from
below the sink and taped her hands, feet and oh yes, her mouth. Tonight Doug
would do the talking.
He
carried her across the back yard to the garage, invisible to the street, and
tossed her in the trunk of his new Maserati Granturismo with a thump. He fired
up the car and eased through Harbor Springs, staying off the main streets. He
headed North on Lakeshore Drive and after a few miles, turned a couple times and stopped near the shore of
Lake Michigan at a small park.
Doug found the dinghy in the bushes to the north of the park,
rowed it to the park and beached it. He tossed Kim in the boat, her head
banging on the seat.
“Oh,
dear. That might leave a mark.”
That's it! You'll have to download the book and read it yourself to see if Kim can get herself out of this situation. Thanks for following, and I hope you enjoy the stories.
Kevin
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