Murder was the only answer. But Meghan didn’t simply want Trevor to die; she wanted him to die painfully. She made a list of murder methods: shotgun, poison, accident, a hammer, starvation. Meghan’s thoughts ran dry. Surely there must be more and easier options to do away with a person.
The shotgun idea was not possible; she did not have a gun and even if she did she didn’t know how to fire it. The thought of first shooting him in the knees before finishing him off sounded attractive, but it was impractical.
Poison seemed a possibility, but how would it be administered now that Trevor was away skylarking with Sandy. Besides, where does one buy poison? Starvation would take too long even if it was possible.
An accident, such as a vehicle accident, was too difficult to arrange. Even if she read about how to tamper with a car Meghan knew it was beyond her capabilities.
Then there was the hammer. How would she get close enough? Did she have the necessary fortitude to lift a hammer and strike?
Meghan was at her wit’s end. Murderous revenge seemed out of reach. And then she met Rupert. Oh Rupert! Suddenly all murderous rancour ceased. Trevor running off with Sandy was the best thing that ever happened to Meghan. Rupert! Oh Rupert! Will the divorce never come through? Why the delay? And, not that it mattered of course, but Rupert was rich.
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