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He’d raped my sister and several other women, but as town judge he was untouchable. I snuggled up to him at Joey’s, his favorite pickup spot, and soon we were parked by the pond. It was easy to rufi him. Once he passed out, I rolled him in. As his secretary, it was easy to use his credit card in the big city so it looked like he disappeared there.
Winter’s freeze made the best accomplice. By the time his body was discovered all evidence would be washed away.
Yet Spring thaw revealed no corpse in the pond.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the imaginative host of Friday Fictioneers.