We’re friends on Facebook. If there was a bruise from the lead-filled leather bag it was under his hairline and would never be found. xxx18 Just a few details left, some planting of evidence and staging the scene of David’s suicide. “David?” she said softly. He and his wife had retreated there just before I killed his Aunt Doris. I swung the blackjack down across the back of her head. In fact, she had been dead for some time. David went down first on the path outside the side door. When he came to I was dressed and he was being pulled to his feet by the rope around his neck. So, the longer you make me happy the longer you live.
