The Wrong Murder

Julian was going to kill me and take the money from the life insurance policy and run off with his mistress. It was the only logical explanation.

Staying ahead of Julian was my only option if I wanted to live…

I met my friend Jessica at Starbucks later in the day. There was no point in breaking our plans just because I found out my husband wanted to kill me.

She flashed a smile. “So what’s new with you Rene?”

I sipped my Frappuccino. “I think Julian is going to kill me.”

Her eyebrows made half circles above her eyes. “Okay, then…”





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