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Deadly High School Reunion
Deadly High School Reunion
Deadly High School Reunion
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A small town high school reunion is rudely interrupted by a scream announcing murder. The suspects are many, including the Chief of Police. The murder weapon is found in his car. The victim was despised from the beginning of his life until the sudden demise of the wealthy lawyer he became. No one is sorry for his death.
The small town police are too small to handle a murder case. The Chief of Police needs help as he is being framed for murder. He calls in an old detective friend for help. Can his friend save the Chief?

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Release dateAug 8, 2012
ISBN9781476241647
Deadly High School Reunion
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Robert C. Waggoner

I now reside in the USA in Eastern Oregon. Due to health reasons, I don't write much anymore. I'll continue with a few short stories and all will be free to my readers. I'm privileged to have had thousands of readers download my stories. I thank you all. Happy reading and sure hope you have and will enjoy my writing. Robert [Bob] Waggoner

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    Deadly High School Reunion - Robert C. Waggoner

    Deadly High School Reunion

    by Robert C. Waggoner

    Copyright 2012 Robert C. Waggoner

    Smashwords Edition

    The Victim

    Veronica, get me a drink, said Phillip Street. I need a stiff belt to fortify my thinking about a forty year high school reunion. I'd just as soon forget about that time of my life. Philip held the form letter in his left hand while strutting around his study. His timid wife hurried to fulfill his drink wish. She plopped in a few ice cubes and poured twenty year old scotch over the top. His timing was perfect as she handed him the glass as he passed by.

    Veronica stared as his back as he moved to the large bay window to re-read the invitation. She crossed herself, but wished he'd choke on the drink. For more years than she cared to remember, being married to a self centered, egotistical, pathetic, man such as Phillip, had no one to blame but herself.

    She inwardly shivered as he turned, lowered his head, and looked at her over his prince-nez resting on the bridge off his long nose. As if reading her thoughts he smiled, showing off a perfect set of caps that cost a small fortune. My dear wife, now that I've thought about it, it might be fun to see how our classmates have fared over the years. What do you think?

    It didn't matter what she thought. He'd do whatever he wanted to do regardless of whether or not she approved or disapproved. She said, I'd love to go. It's a good excuse to buy a new dress and get my hair done. She took a long pull on her glass of vodka. At this time of evening, she needed to be careful that she didn't trip nor stumble as being three sheets to the wind, made balance difficult.

    With purpose she walked to her usual chair and sat down. She said, How's things at the office Phillip?

    Now, really my dear wife, do you give a shit what my day has been like?

    I try to take an interest in what you do Phillip. I realize that you're firm is the best in the state and I heard a rumor you were being considered for a judgeship.

    A smug look told her he was a shoe in. It would seem his life had been mapped out from high school through law school. And now his skinny ass was destined to sit atop the high court. Her last thought was to pity his underlings in his court and said a prayer for all the bodies left in his wake to the top.

    The Victims Offspring

    While Phillip and Veronica were having cocktails, Joel Street burst into the study breathing hard. In both appearance and personality he was a carbon copy of his father. It was commonly known he wanted his father's office in the worst way. He marched to his father's desk and opened a folder saying, Sign here Dad. I'll camp out on the door steps of the judge to get these documents on file Monday morning. I'll be out of town all weekend so put your mark here. He held a pen up to his father and glanced back and forth at him and his mother. Noting nothing out of the ordinary, he waited for his father to sign the documents. The signing out of the way he nodded to his mother and scurried out the door.

    Phillip said, Now there goes a real piece of work. He thinks I'm going to make him the head of the firm, but little does he know what my plans really are. Once I'm a judge, well, I made it on my own he can just do the same as I did.

    Phillip polished off his drink and went to the wet bar for a refill. Veronica held her glass up knowing full well he would ignore her sign for a refill. As he was pouring a healthy slug into his glass, the familiar voice of his daughter irritated his ears.

    Jill Street with a voice that bordered on the baritone, bade them a good evening. Veronica got up and gave her daughter a hug. Phillip moved over to his chair and sat down completely ignoring his daughter. Nothing could be worse for a parent than to find out his daughter was gay. In this case, she shocked them when she turned sixteen announcing she was a lesbian and that was that.

    Her father made it very clear that she was excluded from his will. Now at thirty years of age, she was dead broke and had lost her significant one to another woman. She wanted to move home and he refused to let her move back in. She appealed to her mother, but she could only slip her a few bucks once in a while. If Phillip found out he would literally beat the hell out of her.

    For the last six months, she and her mother had been forming a plan.

    The Suspects

    On the other side of town, Bill [Willie] White, owner and editor of the local newspaper sat in his family room having a glass of wine with his guest, Nellie Ponds. They had been friends since high school and after his divorce from Tammy White, became a fixture every Friday night at Willie's house.

    Nellie dug through her bag for the invitation to the high school reunion. Putting on her reading glasses, she said, You are cordially invited to our forty year high school reunion on April 1st of this year. Please RSVP so we can make appropriate plans at the local Elks Club. Well, Willie, I'd not miss this for the world. How about you?

    Taking a large pull on the cheap white wine, he said, Yes, me too. I read mine today and already sent off my agreement to attend. The only drawback will be, if he comes, and I've no doubt he will be there to gloat, is Phillip Street. I'll never forgive that bastard for what he did to me in the locker room one time. It really baffles me someone hasn't done him in by now.

    Nellie Ponds flashed back when she foolishly accepted Phillips request for a date. He'd seemed so charming at the time. She'd only agreed because it would be a double date with Tammy and her boyfriend, Randy Rhine. As it turned out, Tammy

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