"The Murder of Barbra Jones"A Story by Jack Buckner Who really killed Barbra Jones? “The Murder of Barbra Jones” By John Smith “Ms. Anderson?” Jeff Cox said as he knocked
on the door of the old woman’s house. Jeff was a young journalist for the local
news paper. He was about five feet tall and very slim. He had short black hair
under his typical detective’s hat. He was wearing a Sherlock Holmes style
jacket and pants. He was also wearing large glasses that drooped down to the
tip of his nose. Ms. Anderson came to the door and looked at the young man. “What do you want?” Ms. Anderson said not
wanting to talk to anyone. “My editor sent me out here. He said you had
some interesting facts about the murder of Barbra Jones.” He said pushing the
glasses back up on his face. Ms. Anderson backed up letting in the young writer. “So, you want to know the story huh? Are you
sure you can handle it?” She asked him walking over to the only window in the
living room and looking out it. She walked over to the bookshelf across from
the window, reached up to the top shelf, and grabbed a black Nike shoe box. She
placed the box under her arm and walked over to the wooden rocking chair that
was sitting next to the couch where the reporter was sitting and sat down. She took the shoe box out from under her arm
and placed it on her lap. She took the lid off of the box and placed it on the
under side of the box. She reached in the box and grabbed out a picture. The
picture was a black and white one of a slender black haired man wearing a white
collared dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants. Jeff grabbed
the picture from the old woman and looked at it. “That’s Ray.” She told him. “Your brother?” He asked her. “Yes.” She answered back “What happened the evening of the murder of
Ms. Anderson?” The reporter asked her. She reached into the box and pulled out
an old news paper article reading ‘MURDER!’ at the top of it. “Ray’s girlfriend, Barbra Jones, was a bad
woman. I knew she was trouble. I remember telling Ray about her all the time,
but he was too stubborn to listen.” She told him. She reached down and picked
up a tea cup and took a drink of her sweet tea. She placed the tea cup back
down on the little plate and placed it on the table next to her. “I knew she
was nothing but a no good s**t, but I had no idea my fiancé was fooling around
with her.” She told him. She reached in grabbing another old news paper article
reading ’JUDGE FINDS MAN GUILTY OF MURDERING GIRLFRIEND AND SECRET LOVER.’ He
read the article for a moment and reached up to take off his glasses. He
grabbed his head and rubbed it. “So, Ray killed them for cheating on him
behind his back?” He asked Ms. Anderson. Ms. Anderson shook her head no and
looked into the eyes of the young reporter. “That’s what the judge wanted you to
believe.” She told him. “There was no jury to decide the case making it the
judge’s call. The county judge then was Phil Moore. He was a stupid fat
b*****d. I should have seen it coming.” “Seen what coming?” Jeff asked Ms. Anderson. “I tried to explain it to him, but he
wouldn’t listen to me.” She told him. “Explain what?” Jeff asked her sitting on the
edge of his seat griping her every word. “That I was the one who murdered the two. He
would have none of it. He tossed me out of his office. Before I was carried out
of the office I noticed something kind of strange. He had multiple picture
frames on his desk. Some of them were of his kids; some of them were of his
wife. But what was strange about some of them was Barbra Jones’ picture was in
them.” She told him. Jeff’s mouth dropped open with shock and suspense. “What do you think was going on between
Barbra Jones and the judge? Jeff asked her. “I think it’s obvious. I think you know what
was going on between the two.” She told him. “So let me get this strait. You were the one
who murdered Barbra Jones. Your brother, Ray, just pleaded guilty in order to
keep you out of jail. And the judge didn’t want to hear what really happened
because of his involvement with your brother’s girlfriend.” Jeff said. “Yes.” Ms. Anderson replied. “At night, I
still can hear the shouts of Ray screaming at me, “What have you done Rita? Go!
Get out of here!” Later that week the news paper headline read:
‘RITA ANDERSON ADDMITS TO 40 YEAR OLD MURDER CASE! SENTENCED TO THE DEATH PENALTY’
Copyright 2013 by John Smith Courtesy of The Enchanted Press a division of TTP Entertainment
© 2013 Jack BucknerAuthor's Note
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