December 25
On a beach in Cannes, overlooking the blue Mediterranean, a woman in a designer swimsuit sat on a lounge chair, getting a tan.
"Bring me another apple martini, will you, darling?" she told the much younger man sitting next to her.
The handsome, well-built Frenchman jumped to do her bidding. Meanwhile, a wealthy American couple passed by and called out, "Merry Christmas."
Merry Christmas, indeed, Marilyn McCord thought as was she watched the hunk of a Frenchman walking toward her with her drink.
She assumed that her husband's body had been found and that his former lover was aware of his death.
I wonder if she's taken the sleeping pills I put inside the advent calendar.
It didn't really matter whether or not Rosalind Lloyd took the easy way out or not. If she didn't, the police would eventually find the false evidence Marilyn had planted in her husband's New York townhouse linking his death to his jilted lover.
The investigation would result in Rosalind's arrest since a woman scorned was a perfect suspect in a murder case. So was an angry wife, but Marilyn had carefully orchestrated her husband's death so no hint of blame would fall on her. The months of planning and preparation paid off, and she finally got revenge on the two people who had wronged her, at the same time getting her hands on her husband's money.
"Here is your martini," the hunk said in his heavily accented English.
Then, feeling a toast was called for, the young stud raised his own glass and said, "Joyeux Noël."
"Merry Christmas to you, too," Marilyn replied, and added, more to herself than to her young companion, "Good things do come to those who wait."
