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January 5 - January 11, 2025
“I was twenty-seven. Now, I think I’ve found something rather interesting,” Judith said, wanting to move the conversation on.
Is he behind the locked door??
Suzie looked at the website and saw Elliot Howard was listed as the chairman from 1985–1988. “And then in 1988 a man called Fred Smith took over,” Judith said. “Fred Smith?” Suzie asked, her interest piqued. “That’s right. And he stayed chairman for the next thirteen years. Until 2001. Which is when Elliot
Hmmmmm
Howard became chairman again. For a second time.”
“Because if I’m not mistaken, Fred’s my postman.”
Cute!
Fred Smith was an impish man with short white hair and a trim beard who’d had many jobs in his life, but he’d never enjoyed any of them as much as he did being a postman.
Lol rude but okay.
It turned out the one thing Fred liked above all else was gossiping.
At one point, he disappeared inside for a few minutes, and when he came out, he apologized and explained the old woman lived on her own and the ball cock on her cistern had stopped working, but it was a quick fix, so it hadn’t taken him too long.
Why would you use this example, of all things, specifically?
“The auburn-haired woman I told you about. The one who was in the garden of Stefan’s house after he died, and who ran away from me in the field the first time I spoke to you. I knew I recognized her from somewhere. Her name’s Liz Curtis.”
Liz Curtis runs the Marlow Rowing Center.”
“Damned right I do, and if you’re looking for someone capable of murder, then I’d put Liz Curtis at the top of your list.” “You think so?” “I don’t think so, I know so,” Suzie said darkly. “You see, she’s killed before.”
Juicy!
“That’s right. He said his neighbor was called Ezra, and he’d died and left him all of his money and his house. But when it came down to it, someone else had made his neighbor change his will at the last minute. So this other person inherited from his neighbor and not Iqbal.”
How sad
Tanika knew it was a bronze medallion. The third bronze medallion. Just as she’d feared. They’d found it on a little chain around Liz’s neck. As she’d predicted, the word across the middle read Charity.
Not "love" but original end of the 3-word phrase.
“He laughed. Said he knew someone on the inside, and the word was that Stefan had been shot dead with an antique pistol. I’ll never forget the moment. It was the look on his face. He was smirking. So sure of himself.”
Yikes. What a bad attorney.
“Elliot’s just set fire to an old oil painting.”
Bum bum bummmmmm
Tanika smiled tightly, made her excuses, and left, but as she returned to the house, she paused briefly by the bifolds and glanced back at Elliot and his wife. It looked very much as though Daisy was reading the riot act to her husband. Now what was that about?
Obvi she was the one that broke into the house
And it was when I looked at our copy of Ezra’s will I realized what was going on. Have a look at the names of the two people who witnessed it.” Judith opened Ezra’s will so the others could see the signatures at the end of the document. The two witnesses were listed as Spencer Chapman and Faye Kerr. Their addresses and occupations, a horse breeder and teacher, respectively, were also listed.
And they were dead so how could they witness?!?!?!
“Exactly!” Judith said. “But he couldn’t risk choosing the names of people who might later stand up in court and say they’d never witnessed the will. So he got two people who’d recently died. And faked their signatures.”
This still seems spotty... Like, theyre still dead.
Judith realized they were back to square one. They’d already ruled out Elliot Howard, and now they’d have to rule out Andy Bishop. And if neither of them had done it, then who on earth had killed Stefan Dunwoody, Iqbal Kassam, and Liz Curtis?
Elliot hiward's wife
And on top of everything else, Shamil, Tanika’s husband, was increasingly ratty at home because of her constant absences. He understood her work was critically important to her, and he tried hard to give the necessary support, but as he’d often say, he had his own dreams, too. He’d always wanted to be a DJ, and being a stay-at-home-dad was getting in the way of his career, especially when he had to be out late at the weekends.
Lol what
“I’d agree with you there,” Judith said. “Their fingerprints are all over the murders. Metaphorically at least.”
How are you all forgetting the solicitor knew intimate details of the case so it could be a client???
“We’ve worked so hard to be happy,” Daisy hissed. “Together. Elliot and me. And I’m not having anything get in our way. Or anyone. Now get out. Get out!”
Sussssssss
Since her last visit, Elliot had removed one of the rowing photos from the wall.
On the one hand, Judith was right, and on the other, she was so very, very, wrong.
Just a hoarding room of papers???
Judith had said their task wouldn’t take long, but she was wrong. It turned out she couldn’t remember what system she’d used for storing local newspapers in the 1970s,
Was this when her husband died and she didnt want to miss any article suggesting foul play?
Becks and Suzie let themselves out.
Suzie does kind of suck.
Because she now knew the truth. There weren’t going to be just three murders in Marlow, were there? There was going to be a fourth. And it was going to be her.
Yeup.
Judith didn’t know what to do. She was sure she’d finally worked out who’d committed the murders, but how to prove it, that was the question. She felt so frustrated—outwitted, even—and it wasn’t a feeling she liked. Not one bit.
Call the DI!!!
No, Judith realized, she couldn’t risk involving the police. Not yet. She had to do this on her own.
No you don't !
Judith was too wired to eat, but she poured herself a small glass of scotch, went over to her card table, sharpened a pencil, and started to write down her thoughts: what she knew, what she suspected, and what she believed was about to happen.
Because this makes more sense then calling DI or your friends...
when I was swimming in the river, I saw a blue canoe in the bulrushes by the edge of Stefan’s garden. At the time I presumed the canoe belonged to Stefan and even tried to use it to help me climb out of the water. But it wasn’t his because, as I found out this afternoon, Stefan hated rowing and everything to do with it. So he was hardly going to be the owner of a canoe, was he? And more than that, I should have realized it wasn’t his anyway, because every time I’ve swum up to Stefan’s house since he was killed, and even when I searched the garden area before I found his body, the blue canoe
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Damnnnnn love this
“I don’t know what’s going on,” he said, “but if I haven’t told you recently, I think you’re amazing. I’ve always thought you were amazing.”
This asshole
