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Edge of the Heat 1
By Lisa Ladew
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or
organizations, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 Lisa Ladew
PROLOGUE
May 7th, 1983
Westwood Harbor
What the hell was he thinking? He was a stupid idiot sometimes, and this was certainly one of
those times. What was he going to do with her?
Hide her for now.
She was 15, lovely, and just beginning to show. He had done the math and she could be
anywhere from 4 months to 6 months along. She swore it was 4 months. He didn't trust her to know.
She wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Knives. Again he asked himself did he have the guts to kill her? He had to do something. If
anyone found out about this it would ruin his career. Damnit! Once he figured a way out of this mess
he was done with the teenagers and little girls forever. 19 year olds were legal and could still look
and act pretty young.
No, he didn't have the guts to kill her, especially not with a knife. Until he could find someone
to do it for him or figure out another way, she would have to stay here.
He gave her the news. She was visibly relieved. Does your mom know? No, I ran away. Does
anybody know? No, I was too scared. Good. What did she need? Books, lots of books. And food. He
could do books and food. But he wasn't touching her again. She was ruined now.
What about a doctor? He would find her a good doctor once it was time for the baby to be
born. Until then, he would get her a multivitamin and she would be fine. She was young and healthy.
She didn't argue. She felt fine.
September 13th, 1983
Westwood Harbor
The baby is coming.
He rushed home, frantically trying to finalize his plan. This baby could not be born. Maybe
she was wrong. Her stomach was huge, and he didn't understand how she could stand it, but by her
estimation she was still a month early. By his, she had to be at least 2 or 3 months early.
Maybe the baby was so early it would die.
But then he'd still have to take care of her.
The only plan he had right now was not much of a plan at all.
Home. She was right. The baby was coming. She wanted to go to the hospital. He told her he
had a doctor coming.
In the kitchen, he mixed up a cocktail of Heparin, Warfarin, and some aspirin thrown in for
good measure. Way more than anyone should take at one time. All anticoagulants, in the hope that she
would bleed to death, and the baby would bleed to death. What would he do with the bodies? He
didn't know yet, but that wasn't important right now.
He coaxed her into taking the pills. They would relax her and help with the labor. The doctor
told him to give them to her. Where is the doctor? He is almost here.
She took them, trust and relief in her eyes.
2 hours later, he couldn't take it anymore and left the small house. She was yelling, over and
over for a doctor. He had the music turned up, hoping the neighbors wouldn't hear.
When he returned, 3 hours after that, hoping to find bodies, he found nothing. Not even a blood
trail. The front door stood open.
He sat down, and waited for the ax to fall.

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