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    Murder Mystery
    Murder Mystery
    Murder Mystery
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    Murder Mystery

    By Robert C. Waggoner

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    A silver tongue physical education teacher is brutally murdered in the high school. His record of rape, blackmail and sexual harassment is finally met with his demise. It's a who done it with the gay school principal and her music teacher mate, caught with pictures in an revealing position. A rape victim's husband vows revenge. Other victims come forward with claims of sexual exploitation. Who the killer is will surprise you at the end. The murder of the local bank owner shocks the town. He suspected funds were being embezzled. Only three people could have done it, but was there a fourth person who had greed upon the mind? The last novel centers around a planned jewel theft of a party on a tour bus. All are rich. But, only one man has a plan to steal a fortune in gems. His plan is to knock out both his victim and himself to point blame elsewhere. The accidental murder of one victim leads the hunt from Bandon, Oregon to New York City. Stacy puts together her team and they proceed with her methods of detection to the end.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobert C. Waggoner
    Release dateMar 18, 2017
    ISBN9781370398997
    Murder Mystery
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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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      Murder Mystery - Robert C. Waggoner

      Murder Mystery

      by Robert C. Waggoner

      Copyright 2016 Robert C. Waggoner

      Smashwords Edition

      Murder at the High School

      -1-

      Physical Education teacher Joel Clausten, in the P.E. locker room, stood in front of a full length mirror, admiring himself. He had paid for the cost of mirror and installation just so others, if they had the same notion, could see how, either good or bad, they appeared to self or others. As word spread around Bandon, Oregon's High School, few were misleading its real intention: to reward a finely chiseled, good looking, physical education teacher and wrestling coach the opportunity to flex his muscles. Vain, was a word he knew fit his persona.

      Joel loved Fridays. It was his night to go trolling for unsuspecting females who would swallow hook, line and sinker his fabricated story that depended upon their particular personality. In his four years at the high school, he had run out of victims to choose from. In his wake there was a handful who had suffered his abuse. Ironically, those who wished him dead, at the highest level, would see their wishes come true.

      Even though spring was in the air, the tourists who cater to the five star Bandon Dunes Golf Resort, were far and few in-between. A few old folks were having a cocktail when Joel arrived, but that was about it. It was rare a local would attend happy hour as the price was mostly out of their reach. But Joel was single and had a budget just for these places.

      After taking a seat at the bar, he flashed his perfect white teeth at the lovely bar tender. She was used to him as he was a local who most often showed up during the tourist season. He had tried his charm on her, but to no avail. She was on to him from the beginning. Joel ordered his usual white wine rather than a cocktail. It was his experience that middle aged women preferred wine over a hard drink. It was like him to say, Can I buy you a glass of wine, while boring into her soul with his sparkling blue eyes. If was a, Yes, I'd like that, then, he was almost sure to score that night.

      After his eyes adjusted to the darken room, he noticed, much to his surprise, his principal and her close friend Sandy Fleeming, the music teacher, sat in a dark corner. He smiled, thinking back about how lucky he was on that fine afternoon in the music room. He had gone there to see if he could hit on Sandy. She was not much to look at, but in his mind, she had a great body. Also, in his mind all he had to do was look past her mousy short hair and thick glasses. He fantasized her face down would be the best position.

      Joel flashed back on his good luck. After a few days of reconnoitering her schedule, just before five pm, that was always a perfect time with no students around. Sandy had a little office just off the far side of the music room. He had heard she was prone to migraines. The principal had allowed her a single bed that was squeezed into her space.

      Wearing his slip on boat shoes, he crept slowly up to the office door. At first he could not believe his ears. He was hearing sounds of love making going on in the office. His next thought was he was too late that someone else was banging on the music teacher. He moved closer to the slightly open door and peeked in. What he saw took his breath away. In front of him was the school principal on the bottom with the music teacher on top in the classic sixty-nine position. He quickly took out his smart phone and began snapping pictures. It took some time before he captured a good facial profile of the principal, but he succeeded very clearly; the result was shown to Principal Beverly Fields.

      His biggest delight was seeing her face turn scarlet red. He feared she would have a stroke, so he wanted her alive, not incapacitated. It went on that way for the next two years.

      Joel climbed off his stool and went to ask his two colleagues if they would like him to buy them a drink. He knew they would turn him down, but it made him feel good to rub a little salt into an open wound.

      He said, Would you two ladies like a fresh drink on me?

      Both looked at Joel. Joel knowing full well they would decline his offer. Beverly said, Why yes, we would. It's the only thing we would ever get from you that's free. By the way, I attended a palm reading session awhile back. You'd be amazed what she told me. I never mentioned I was being blackmailed by a dirty rotten piece of shit. She said, not to worry that he would be history by the official beginning of spring. How's that for a crystal ball take?

      By the tone of her voice, dripping with venom, Joel was a little taken aback. His smiled disappeared quickly. Beverly, a person of few words, said, May your dick rot in hell. I for one will dance on your grave.

      Joel turned a scurried away back to his still warm stool. He sat there brooding and when he looked over at the two women, they flipped him off. If there was one thing he hated, was being made a fool of. Even the bar tender was smiling. He left a twenty on the bar and left.

      It should have been a wakeup call for Joel. He brooded all weekend. On Saturday, he took his Z-28 up to Powers, leaving copious amount of rubber on the twisty backcountry road. As Sunday rolled around, disappointed he never got laid, he opened a bottle of vintage wine, he usually reserved for a special night, and proceeded to waste the day being a slug on the sofa.

      Monday, however, was a day to remember at Bandon High School. Not only was it a special arts and crafts show, where the public was invited, it gave Joel an opportunity to seek out the fairer sex.

      He wanted to look his best. He brought to work some of his new natty duds for after his workout. By eight am, he was standing near the upstairs window looking out over the parking lot. He was still sweating. Power lifting equipment never gathered dust when he was upstairs in the weight room. Also, it was where his wrestling team practiced.

      From a towel that was around his neck, he wiped the sweat off thinking he should get going or maybe he would miss a chance at a lonely female. That was his last thoughts.

      -2-

      The pathologist said death was instantaneous. He was discovered by the janitor who regularly made his rounds pretending to do his job. By the time he went down the stairs, towards the office, dodging halls filled with students and teachers alike, he arrived, breathlessly to discoverer the office empty. Just then, a kitchen worker walked in. Tonya Blake saw the look on his face and asked, Are you alright Frank?

      Trying to catch his breath, he sputtered, Mr. Clausten is dead up in the weight room.

      No jokes now Frank. This is a special day and we don't need some of your corny jokes.

      He looked at her and said, more clearly, Tonya, I swear I'm not joking. His head is bashed in with the bar bells all bloody next to him."

      Stay here and when the principal comes in tell her I'm checking on your story, she said turning and hurrying out of the office into the streams of students.

      Principal Beverly Fields, appearing totally winded, waddled into the office with her cell phone at her ear. Frank's nose went into the air disgusted with the awful perfume she wore. Her normal perfect bun on top of her head, was tilted a little off to the side. Even her glasses, which hung around her neck, were perched on one large breast instead of hanging in her ample cleavage. Frank shook his head at her choice of spring dress. She looked like one big field of yellow daisies. It hurt his eyes to gaze upon her.

      She brushed past him before he

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