I heard Wendy.
That is, I heard her making love to my best friend, Terry.
That was something to get angry about.
I grabbed a hammer and waited for Terry to come out of our bedroom. I whacked him in the head. Once; twice; three times.
And, as the blood gushed, I also whacked Wendy in the head.
And, with more blood flowing like a river, I knew I was dead.
But a different kind of dead.
A dead man that, by 7:00 AM, on Thursday, June 20, 2013, had his life ruined in one, single morning in New York.
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I saw the cops.
"My wife was having an affair", I said.
"And that's why you killed them?". NYPD Officer Ray Young, 34, asked. He smoked a cigarette. "Look, if your marriage is rotten, wouldn't you want to kill people?", I answered. He didn't smile. "You're going to jail, sir", NYPD Officer Ray Young said.
"No, New York distress is a mental illness", I told him, and I was taken away in the Police car. And ignored the horrific looks of my Lower Manhattan neighbors, who shuddered every time they saw me.
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Mystery / ThrillerIn New York, on June 20, 2013, Michael Franklin, 39, is approaching 40. Yes, he is going to celebrate the milestone by changing his life around. And, as he goes about his nefarious business, he leaves death and destruction, in his wake. The new Thri...
