I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

red heels. A lacy black top. A purse I didn’t recognize.

I walked up the stairs slowly, my heart pounding.

The bedroom door was cracked open.

I heard laughter.

A pair of red heels.

A woman’s voice: “You’re terrible!”

Scott’s voice: “I know. But she was such a fool. Paid for everything. I got rid of her at the perfect time.”

More laughter. “You’re awful. What continue reading …