FanStory.com - Mr.Moore Meets his Makerby Karen Cherry Threadgill

My Aunt Margaret died, and left several storage sheds full of materials on her, dispatching bad people to their really hot vacation spot, as a permanent guest. My aunt has turned out to be much more than I ever knew. Her boxes are full of tales of extremely bad people who never paid for their misdeeds. Law has limits. Some people skirted the edge so keenly that they flew under the radar. Like Kenneth Moore.

As I mentioned Aunt Margaret was setting things up to dispatch Kenneth Moore from the first box of files.

She seriously dolled herself up to become Mrs. Lavinia Lancaster. Lavinia had her golden brown hair in a french twist with a few little dangled curls. Her makeup was especially chosen to be demure, but her friend Chancy said the colors made her have "bedroom eyes". Her dress was conservative, but at the same time screamed money!!!!

Chancy had borrowed the dress from his sister. And his sister never knew. She was a clothes horse, wearing things once or twice and then, it went in the closet. She donates her clothes after three years to small theaters who can ill afford the cost to buy them. Only once has someone mentioned that they thought they saw her dress in an off broadway production. She simply said, "Really. Do you think they could afford that?"

The smarmy "Kenneth Moore" zeroed in on her instantly. He was as welcome as "Snidely Whiplash" would be, glomming onto her like toilet paper on a shoe. The hardest part was smiling as he talked of his accomplishments in real estate. All hush hush and totally secret so no one could check them out.

Now comes the really hard part. She must pretend she is enamored of him , acting like she simply must have him, sending him off for more champagne so she could put the Valium in it. He will be able to walk and talk some, but not a whole lot more.

As Lavinia, she drove to the warehouse she had rented under the business name "Slightly Scandalous". Everything had been setup previously by wearing gloves and suited up in hazmat gear. The scene was set. He walked with her help into the warehouse. She drove the car in and locked everything up.

He was mumbling incoherently about "rocking her world". She had loved the fact that this warehouse had been recently used so all the electric and plumbing worked. As she mixed up the "get rid of him forever stew", she told him about all his misdeeds she knew about. He was waking up. He would get another hefty shot before he went in the tub, but she wanted him to be able to understand what was going to happen to him and why.

She did not know of all his misdeeds, but she knew enough that if he hadn't been tied up naked hand and foot, he would have run for the hills screaming bloody murder. He began to promise to be better, to make amends, share the money, and reform. All rather tiresome. But, she did make sure he divulged where all the money and everything of value was. She gave him his last injection. While she waited for it to work, she began tidying up.

He was dead in no time. She drug him to the massive tub. Then she dumped him in and started removing all signs of ever being there. She had taken pictures of everything before she got started. And, the realtor had talked to her character Emmeline Thanatos with gray hair and a prominent nose. ( Thantos means death in Greek)

She rolled up the plastic sheeting, the bed coverings, and sprayed everything down. And, she began loading everything into her van. Time to stir the stew. ( Blacklist says this works) Not much of him left. Chancy will bring her here tomorrow to pick up her car.

At last all the little bits are dissolved. He had some replacement teeth that did not dissolve, but they will not be left behind. She cleaned the tub, and packed the remaining bits and bobs. Tidy and neat. All in all gross, but not too difficult.

Everything she did was meticulously indexed and noted. Even the occasionally non-workable idea was investigated and cataloged. She kept up to date information on everything she ever investigated, even if a method was never used. Margaret had always been incessantly curious.

I was amazed that according to her notes, Misty never really questioned too closely where he went, or what happened to him. He just disappeared off the face of the earth. I guess she was just happy that a note arrived in the mail telling her all the information needed to recover half of her money, which was a lot.

The other money was divided amongst the remaining women she had talked to, minus her expenses. She included a small list of reputable money managers, so in the future they will not end up broke from a bad boyfriend.

She by no means killed all the bad people she investigated. Some she turned in some to the proper authorities with detailed accounts on how they did their business so they could be punished legally.

With some, she sent information to reporters, anonymously of course. And, when they were really nasty, she sometimes sent information to just the right people, who were more than happy to handle matters. Those folks don't like their people going rogue.

It was only when none of those ways worked, and she knew they would never reform , and never stop, that she stopped them herself. I kind of admire her, but it has been a big shock nonetheless.

When I got home, I received a letter. The writer did not identify themselves, but they said they had been instructed to mail the enclosed sealed letter upon notice of death.

The letter gave details from a lawyer, and a dozen more keys. Four were to safety deposit boxes containing fifty thousand dollars each. One was to her vacation home in a small village in France, one to her home here in Keller, Texas and one to a big warehouse in Plano,Texas where she kept vehicles, and tons of different disguises, it also had a small suite where she could stay if needed. One key was for her official office in downtown Dallas. That was where Pamela Perkins Investigations resided. The remaining four were to more storage units.

I went to Dallas and saw "Pamela Perkins Investigations." It looked like what you think a wealthy banker's office would look like. As I was going through the file cabinet, I came across a few "open" cases. They had not been completed.

This first one is about Haviland King. What a rich sounding name. He is just twenty two years old and has already killed four women. He kills one a year on his birthday. No one quite knows why. She has matched him to two of the bodies. The police hadn't gotten that far. Right after his birthday he disappears.

His killing is not bloody, but it is cruel. He digs a deep hole. Then he tapes the lady's mouth so she can't call out, or eat, and ties her hands and feet so she can't move. They starve to death slowly. She hasn't yet figured out why he has this fixation, but she figured out where he is.

It seems she was on her way to dig him a hole, and bury him, since his birthday is in two weeks. But, a priest drunk off his nut smashed into her, killing her instantly. The priest that killed her died six hours later. So, no connection to the case.

I am thinking, in honor of Aunt Margaret, I at least ought to finish this case. I have her notes. Don't you think so?