Killing the Wrong People

By Bo Widerberg

Burt Nelson was asked by his wife Mary to run down to the foreign store and buy a large half and half. When Burt came to this store, he saw someone scavenging the large garbage container at the store. Recognizing the man, Burt went up to have a chat with him. Can you make a descent living selling what you ind here? Burt asked. This man looked at Burt for a while, then he asked where Burt lived. I live at the complex on Lauder Street. I answered. Oh yeah, I know both you and your wife. Have seen you many times at the complex. Suddenly I got the feeling that this guy was hiding something, so when he jumped on his bike to go home, I followed him with my car. Arriving at a mobile home park, I parked the car outside and on foot followed this guy Ron inside. Coming around one trailer, I saw him opened a door, and as soon as the door was open I heard a woman screaming from inside. Calling the nine-eleven number I explained that a woman missing from my apartment complex was kept prisoner in this mobile home park. It took only ten minutes and the police arrived, arrested Ron Smith and saved Mrs. Claude Crown. When I left, two men in a close by trailer, John and Phil Vargas stared at me. As soon as I left, the two phoned up their friend Rogan Welsh, and told him that because of me, Ron Smith is now arrested for kidnapping. With the help of Rogan's men, James, Bill, Pet and Lex, we are going to avenge, and take care of this Burt Nelson. First they tried with a written note, as this didn't work very well Rogan's four soldiers decided to make a statement. They made a bomb, and placed it inside Burt Nelson's door. When the door was either opened or closed it would explode. One of the maintenance people at the complex went to put a note on Burt Nelson's door, and was blown to pieces. Detective Smart and his homicide crew didn't take too long to put the four soldiers and Rogan himself as the perpetrators in this bombing and killing the wrong people.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bo Widerberg
• Release date: May 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311998873

Bo Widerberg

My name is Bo Widerberg/artbcool, I am born in Europe too many years ago. Have lived with my family in Florida since 1985 and we are happy with our situation. Would feel a lot better if more people would read my stories.

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Killing the

Wrong People

by

Bo Widerberg/artbcool

Smashwords Edition

All characters in this story are fictitious,

and any resemblance to real people

living or dead is coincidental.

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It is the fourth of February two thousand fourteen today, almost midwinter, and the temperature is in the mid-eighties. It has been like this for five full days now. I am not complaining, don't misunderstand me, but it is supposed to be winter even in Florida. The weather report is telling us that we might get a weak cold front a few days from now. That will give us one day in the sixties, then one or two in the seventies then back to the high seventies or eighties again. Two weeks ago we actually had one morning when we had to scrape the ice from our windshields, the morning dew had frozen. We get a few of those days every winter, but almost a week with summer weather isn't good for anyone, not even the plants, they don't know what to do, and to be honest, neither do I. Down at the beach with a lot of people walking around barefoot in the sand, the water keeps winter temperature, it's only the air that is like summer.

Well I suppose I should introduce myself, my name is Nelson, Burt Nelson, and I'm old enough, has been a pensioner for fifteen years now. I am not a tall guy, five foot seven. Thin, weighs in at hundred thirty-five pounds. Blue eyes, still have some gray hair growing on my head. And I like to write crime stories, I have hundred and fifty or more short stories, and a couple of book size, with several large company in the e-book field.

Now I heard when I went to the big super-market this morning that one of my neighbors, a Mrs. Crown, was complaining about some derelict that had been scavenging our garbage container, our container is one of those really big once. She said that he had told her to mind her own business, and he had even threatened her with bodily harm if she didn't shut up, and his business was none of her concern, he told her. That man could not have been a