Sometime in the middle of the night, Julie and her boyfriend died. Right under the nose of the county sheriff's detective. McGirth wasn't the sharpest pencil in the drawer. Only last year he boasted of using his silencer to murder two coyotes in his yard.
"They could git my kids, " he justified.
The children are preteens and the coyotes are clearly more afraid of them than to come close enough to do harm. Besides, parents need to parent. But this writer forgot, that children today are society's problem, not the responsibility of their parents.
The detective's wife is often seen driving her Lincoln SUV about town. She and the detective are wide in statue so I suspect this vehicle fits them comfortably. Having said this, I wonder about the former's ability to protect the people in the county who pay him in such a wide condition.
Interestingly enough, the wife was on the board of this community homeowner's association with her next door neighbor and friend, the president. One would think a detective's wife would know better than to be a part of homeowner association funds going into the president's personal bank account. When community representatives spoke to the Sheriff's Department regarding this, they were told quietly, "to let this go." One could only wonder how a detective's salary affords a Lincoln SUV. We can use our imagination here. That and family money. Enough to buy into an upscale community.
Detective McGirth lives in front of Julie. To the right of him is the Pesty family. The Pesty's have a surveillance camera posted facing their driveway and the road. Has anyone thought to examine the footage?
The son and his mother have been at odds for some time. His girlfriend and he were arrested for severely injuring Julie last year.
The deaths of Julie and her friend, were both naked at discovery. Could the son have caught his mother and her friend in an intimate moment? Could he have seized the opportunity to destroy both of them? Could he have been on drugs at the time? This incident was kept secretive for five days by the county Sheriff's Department. Until an investigative reporter decider to probe a bit further. Neighbors were suspicious from the get go. Both Julie, her son and her son's girlfriend has been in trouble with the law on numerous occasions.
Beth was shopping in a store in town, when the manager of a thrift shop happened by.
"Hey, Beth, how have you been?"
"Fine, except for the allegedly murder-suicide," she said.
"OMG, I knew that woman," the manager said.
"She told me there was a man that was going to kill her," the manager added.
Beth contacted Detective McGirth who assured her he would call the
But that never quite sat well with Beth. She decided to pay the woman a visit.
"Hey you, the store looks great! Love the smell of apple cinnamon," Beth said.
"Thanks, how do you like the store now?"
"It is really attractive," Beth said.
"Should be, you sure donated enough here," the manager said.
"Hey, do you know Detective McGirth?"
"Do I know him. He is one lazy man. Didn't investigate the burglary in my sister's house. He doesn't do a thing!" the manager said.
Beth remember the black stake she found in her yard the day after the moving van damaged her hill
making indentations from the entrance to the community, around the log road encircling her home.
She thought about the documentary she tried to upload to her Mac yesterday. iMovie uploaded every photo in her computer. The documentary never uploaded.
Beth thought a minute.
Maybe all of this is a sign. Maybe it is time to drop the investigation, drop the Missing Time documentary on her extra terrestrial experience. Evil is brewing right there in Oakwood.
UPDATE: An informant mentioned this writer that the deceased woman was having an affair with a a family member's husband. The wife was never questioned.
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