“Anything besides them acting inappropriate bother you about them?”
“Trust me honey, that was enough. You know how I feel about cheaters.” Asking Helen anymore about what she witnessed between Beverly and this guy would have been useless. When she said “cheaters” it was over. Throughout the years we have both seen too many marriages fail because some damn idiot, male and female, decided that their wedding vows no longer mattered. We both despise cheaters and believe they deserve what they get when they get caught. I did however believe murder to be a little excessive.
I gave my wife a kiss and headed out. As I pulled up to the Nelson household, I noticed the coroner beat me there and was already busy with the bodies. Walking up to the house there were several uniforms keeping the spectators away. They did take a few seconds to tell me a few old man jokes. Everyone knew I was shy of mandatory so, to them, I was an old man.
My Lieutenant was there waiting for me which was unusual. Guess he wanted to gauge my objectivity and my ability to do my job since I once had a personal relationship with the victims. He was satisfied I would be OK and in the long run he figured it would be beneficial having me on the case since I would work harder to solve their murders.
I asked him how bad it was inside. He shook his head and handed me booties for my shoes. Taking a quick glimpse inside through the doorway I could see the blood splatter already. What ever happened, happened in the front room. I just finished putting on my booties when one of the rooky cops came running outside and spilled his guts on the bushes. A few of his friends gave him some ribbing, but for me, I’ve been there myself so I said nothing.
There wasn’t much to see after passing the threshold, but as I turned in to the living room the scene set me back. On the floor was a unclothed male of undetermined height suffering two shot gun blasts. His height was unknown because his head was missing. Well it wasn’t really missing. It was splattered all over the wall by the fireplace mantle. The second shot was made point blank to his genitals. Whoever did this was seriously pissed off and was intent on making a statement.
The second body was female partially nude and appeared to be in the process of undressing or covering up. She was killed with one shot gun blast to the chest, also point blank range. Her heart was gone. I knew what this meant. The female victim was Beverly Nelson.
The male on the floor wasn’t Frank. I knew that much. Even with his head missing the man on the floor was taller than Frank. Frank wasn’t tall in stature, but he was always solidly built from exercise and construction work. He owned his own company and wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. He always preferred working along side his men instead of sitting in an office. I respected him for that.
Upon immediate inspection of the scene, it appears that Frank came home and took care of business in the only way he knew how. He took out lover boy’s good looks and removed the tool he used to take his wife from him. Then, since Beverly ripped his heart out, he returned the favor.