Filed to story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
“Yes, that new book’s not going to write itself, you know.”
She chuckled and set herself up at the table in the room to sit and work on the new chapter.
“Well, I can see why his pictures are not up anywhere, that poor bastard has had a bunch of people try and convince him they are his dead wife.”
She frowned at Lisa,
“How on earth can one do that, if she’s dead.”
“No body was ever found, so I guess they think they can pretend to be her if they look enough like her, I suppose,”
Lisa shrugged.
Marilyn leaned back in her chair and thought about that.
“Now there’s a story.”
She laughed and shook her head.
“Though not so nice for him, how many does it say?”
“Mm, five now, over the past eight years, the latest one just a few months ago. Ooh! He’s vicious, each one of them is in jail for identity theft. He goes after them when they try to snag him for themselves.”
Lisa was leaning on the table.
“I don’t think you want to come across him. It sounds like he’d be looking to put you away for life.”
“I’m not interested in attaching myself to some billionaire. I like my cozy life with just the boys.”
She smiled.”
I’m certainly not about to walk up to him and go ‘Hey I’m your dead wife’.”
She shook her head.
“Who does that?”
She almost couldn’t believe there were people out there that would do that to someone.”
that was just plain cruel, playing on someone’s grief and likely loneliness, like that.
Calvin
He was standing in his office looking at his phone and the trending topic that had started that afternoon, when Wil rushed into his office.
“Don’t even think about it.”
He burst out as the door banged shut to Calvin’s office behind him.
“Too late,”
he muttered as he looked at the woman in the pictures. There were several shots of her now and the headline read
“Is Marrin Reeves alive? And back in Houston?”
“Calvin, it’s not her. I’ve already checked. That woman is an author of 10 years now. Her name is Marilyn
Riddley. She hails from Virginia.”
“Looks an awful lot like Marrin,”
he muttered as he stared at her photo.
“I know, but she’s not,”
Wil stated.
“She’s been writing books for 10 years. That’s before Marrin went missing. Before you divorced her, you can actually google the woman, and see her first books when they were published everything both online and in print.”
Wil told him and reached out and put his hand over Calvin’s phone.
“Anabell went and got her book signed, the one Marrin gave her even, the handwriting is an exact match. From eight years ago. So, that is not Marrin. I looked at the book myself, because Anabell was nearly dumbfounded when standing before her. She also didn’t know who Anabell was. No recognition.”
Wil went on.
“You think it’s a mere coincidence?”
Calvin asked doubtfully.
“Yes, purely coincidental.”
Wil nodded.
