Margaret went to work

Upon my Aunt Margaret's demise. I found a key for a storage shed, and my world changed forever.

The first box I opened was box #1 she had numbered all her boxes. This was what started her off  to serial killer land. She had no thoughts on killing anyone. She had never held a gun, or owned a fancy knife. She was a pretty ordinary happy person. That changed.

One of her very good friends Misty Marshall, ( yes, from those Marshals) ran afoul of a bad man. A user of women. He, of course, preferred the rich ones.  Young ones, old ones, he is not that picky about that. But they must be especially trusting in nature.  His current name, (he has lots) is Kenneth Moore.

Kenneth Moore mesmerized her. He took control of her every move. He separated her from friends and family. He deceived her into thinking they were all against her. And he, as her grand protector, was shielding her from their nefarious deeds. She was actually a prisoner in her own home for the most part.

 Aunt Margaret had been  in Europe searching for a special letter to prove a writer's memories were true when this all started. My aunt couldn't wait to tell her best friend Misty all about her adventures as she usually did as soon as she got back. 

She called Misty and could not get through. All calls went to voicemail. All emails went unanswered. Misty was a charity organizer and very social.  She had tons of friends. Something was wrong.

She drove by her house and could not spot her car. She called some mutual friends and they all said she met a new fella called Kenneth Moore and kind of fell off the social map. They had never met him. Was not ever introduced to the new beau. For a social butterfly like Misty, all Aunt Margaret's buttons went off.

So, Aunt Margaret did what she did. She researched, studied, and investigated him. She found rather quickly that he had many aliases. She found two other victims and they talked, and talked. She told them she was writing a book on "Destroying Valentinos." 

Men who take all a woman has and then leaves them  dependent, deluded, disenfranchised, and destroyed. He goes off with everything they had of value. And skates away happily believing they would manage, and after all he had what he wanted, so why would he care anyway.

They both had the same story. She paid them each for their time.  And, she had brought a large bottle of Patron to ease the way. That and the five hundred dollars did the trick. She told them that if they knew of any others that would talk  they could give them her card. 

" Pamela Perkins Investigations" ran on her burner phone.  They would receive two hundred dollars for everyone that called and talked to her. They got pretty chatty. She always took precautions when investigating. You just never know who you will run into.

She found out plenty. He had been doing this a very long while. He started off slow, and worked his way up the social scale. He is the illegitimate son of a very wealthy man. He was ignored and shut out his whole life. Dismissed and made to feel lower than a snake's belly, he carried around a lot of anger. 

Logic would say that he would have acted out his anger on rich men. But no, at the age of seventeen, Serena Sue Steadman told him she was not interested in a lowly pool boy when he cleaned their pools, and he took deep offense. Thus the die was cast.

He had a terrible reputation no matter what name he used. He had a set pattern by now.  Bowl them over with attention and compliments.  Give them gifts ( usually his previous girlfriends jewelry), and surround them with his presence  all the night and day. He whittles away at her family and friends using tiny remarks she had made that were slightly rude. He restricts her movement to protect her from these people that only want to use her. 

He siphons off every single dollar he can. He has copies made of her best jewelry and then sells the real ones overseas.  He begins the backing away portion. He leaves them so damaged and financially broke, that some have committed suicide, rather than live without their dearest love.

He was a nasty bugger indeed. He had no m0re morals than an alley cat. She wanted evidence that she could use on him in court. But the women were so damaged and none were in a healthy place. 

So, she decided to let him try to reel in Mrs. Lavinia Lancaster. She will be a widowed lady from the south. A young widow thirty two years old, and heir to the  Georgia-Pacific  conglomerate of companies.  If that doesn't wet  his whistle nothing will.

She pretended to be her own secretary and posted a social item for the Santa Fe Gazette. "Mrs. Lavania Lancaster announces her Charity Ball."  The theme is the future is ours! Donations will be used to  overhaul "Sunny Sunset" the retirement home for seniors. Bringing it up to date, and adding an assisted living wing, and a full care, and hospice wing.  

The grounds will be overhauled as well, and ten acres will be used for growing vegetables. Five acres for flowers, and there will be four new greenhouse added. The goal of money for the library has already been reached.  Thanks to Misty Marshall and the Women's Hospital Auxiliary. The date is not set yet for the ball, it is of course formal.  Invitations to arrive soon.

That ought to make him start slobbering. And the calls and emails to Misty will triple what has been coming in. He will want to leave now. She had to face the fact that it would be very hard to prove that what he did to women was against their will. And he would never stop. 

He would never be rich enough. The hole in him would never be filled. But, he had to be stopped. Permanently. Misty had to be saved.  So, Kenneth Moore and all the other aliases had to leave the building, hit the road, and cease to exist.

I will tell you how she did it…………………