Page 19 of Forever is Now

THE KILLER ON YOUR DOORSTEP

By Adelaide James

As a society, we aresupposed to be against murdering one another. It’s something we’re not supposed to do. We’re supposed to hate anyone who does, we’re supposed to lock them up, right?

Wrong.

We only lock them up if they’re not a beautiful white woman.

How do I know this? Well, Summer Taylor-Braddon is still out there. She’s living in Okehampton. At the top of Station Road, a little bird tells me. And she’s really got her life sorted now, hasn’t she?

First, she planned out her murders. She even wrote about them in her novels—perhaps that was a test of sorts, to see if readers would believe it? And it gave her an excuse to research exactly how to do it, with no one suspecting.

Second, she chose a honeymoon location where earthquakes and tsunamis are relatively common.

Thirdly, she just had to wait and strike while the iron was hot. While a tsunami was forecast. She murdered her husband, and she covered it up.

And now of course she’s raking in the millions from her book sales, using this all to get more publicity. She has even just signed a new book deal for three new thriller novels to release starting next year.

And I just have to ask myself, why are we so happy to let this killer walk free?

And who will she strike down next?

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Anonymous commenter:She’s so sick, that woman. She should be locked up.

Anonymous commenter: I can’t believe she’s still doing all these TV appeals, pretending to care for him. To be the doting loving wife.

Anonymous commenter:She’s a killer, for sure.

Anonymous commenter: Well, what are we waiting for guys, we know where she lives now!!!

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Summer Taylor-Braddon: And now, Adelaide—let’s bring you into all of this now. Remember that we’re only focusing so far on the events already narrated, but tell everyone why you were right to publish what you did.

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