After an open and shut murder case, Mr. Paul went to court and was found guilty of not only murdering Shiela, but his own wife, Jasmine. The police had found his wife hacked to pieces almost in the same manner as Sheila. Laying not too far from her body in a pool of blood, a hatchet. The same kind used to kill Sheila. Henry Paul pleaded not guilty, saying that Sherry was lying, but no one believed him.
After some digging, they discovered that Mr. Henry Paul was a serial killer. His basement turned up several bodies of both young men and women who happened to be gone missing in the area for the past 10 years. No one ever suspected him because he was so nice and generous, always helpful.
The trial didn’t last long. As soon as it was over, Jeff and Sherry sold their house and left. They didn’t want to live in the house any longer than needed.
Miles away sitting on a beach on Oahu three days later, Jeff sips on a Dr. Pepper as he stares down at his laptop, looking for a pharmacist job on Oahu. The pharmacist’s wife sits beside him, humming and staring at her own laptop. She takes a bite of her sandwich and grins, clicking on something.
“Emails have been sent and the money will be wired to our offshore account in Greece in the next 12 hours.” She glances over at her husband. “Two birds with one stone. A beautiful job, my love.”
Jeff chuckles. “It was all you, my special murdering wife.” He glances around to make sure no one is in ear shot. “We got rid of the local tramp for that one billionaire and framed the serial killer of the area for murdering both his wife and Sheila.”
Sherry laughs and starts typing away at her computer. “Alright love, we are Bryan and Stacy Goodwill. I already have a new job for us on Maui. File says we have to take care of a photographer who thinks taking naughty pictures of teens is okay.” She wrinkles her nose. “I’ll make sure his death is a long tortious one. Was put in jail for a few days, made bail, and since he was out had deleted all of those pictures. He started taking new ones it seems.”
She looks at the man beside her. “My sources say he has a good collection already, pretending to be a wedding photographer. We will live here on Oahu in the apartment we just rented and then travel there for our wedding and honeymoon. I’ve already sent him an email asking for him to be our photographer.”
Bryan grins. “I was getting used to Jeff. But at least I get to keep my pharmacy job.”
“And I will always be your stay-at-home pharmacist wife.” Stacy laughs as she gets the finishing touches done on their new IDs and paperwork to transform them from Jeff and Sherry Harrison to Bryan and Stacy Goodwill. “Who knew being a hitwoman who takes out murderers and other trash could be so fun?”
“And who knew death could be such a wonderful way to make money?” Bryan laughs as he clicks on a few job postings and sends in his new resume with his new fake name and other fake names and numbers of his past jobs.