My Boyfriend Spoke to His Mother Only in My Absence, So One Day I Chose to Track Him

Overcome with fear, I stumbled backward, eliciting a small scream in the silence. But escape was a distant dream. The world dissolved into a horrifying haze of sights and sounds. Through blurry eyes, I saw the grotesque silhouette of my dead boyfriend stuffing the jewels into a bag. Then, darkness swallowed me whole, and consciousness slipped away.

***

At the entrance of the motel, I saw Shawn and Keira, both sporting matching sets of handcuffs, being escorted to a waiting police car. A triumphant smile spread across my face.

“Did you think I would fall for your cheap tricks, you fools?” I taunted them. “I may not be a detective, but I can spot a phony scheme easier than a five-year-old can spot a birthday cake. Your little act was about as convincing as a toddler trying to pass off a crayon drawing as a masterpiece!”

I had seen through their scheme and won. Ha! My suspicions began when I heard Shawn’s eerie laughter the previous night. But Keira’s easy friendship, the missing body, her seeing Shawn’s ghost, and a myriad of other inconsistencies told me what I needed to know.

I had called the police the moment I entered my motel room, after the final nail in the coffin – Keira asking for a separate room. An officer commended my timely call and exposed Shawn and Keira’s full scam.

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They were con artists who preyed on wealthy women through fabricated affairs and staged deaths. As the police car carrying them disappeared into the distance, I let out a shaky breath, the morning sun warming my face. A new day dawned, and with it, a new beginning.