A Case of Twin Murders: As Seen Through My Eyes

By Robert Seybold

This is a fictional story.

The characters were dear close friends of mine. I am the Bob in the story. Jere and Rosemary were exactly as described. (They were real in every sense of these words.)

I tell this story with these characters because I felt like I was somehow keeping them alive even though the story is entitled A Case of Twin Murders. Ill keep them alive for as long as you read the story.

Jere in real life committed suicide in 1990 in Atlanta, Georgia. He hung himself in a shed in the backyard of his home. Rosemary died of cancer sometime in the year of 2000, also in Atlanta. Jere never had a twin brother.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504957618

Robert Seybold

Robert W. Seybold Jr. is now in his early seventies and is living in Lafayette, Indiana, where he was born. He lives alone and is a very happy individual. Writing this story was enjoyable because it brought back so many memories. Robert prefers to be called Bob. Bob has lived in eight major cities and states, making a great many friendships in each. This is his second book. The first is entitled Life & Times through My Eyes. This book is about personal friends he met in two Southern states. The people are real, but the story is not. It’s titled The Case of Twin Murders: As Seen through My Eyes. Bob may be contacted at [e-mail].

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A Case of

Twin Murders

As Seen Through My Eyes

ROBERT SEYBOLD

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/28/2015

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It was August and extremely hot, humid with occasional showers, which made the air feel like you could cut it with a knife. It was August 10, as a matter of fact. I was visiting friends in Atlanta, Georgia, who had just moved there in May. The year was 1990. Decatur is a suburb of Atlanta, about 10 miles South East. I had flown down from Chicago that morning. Rented a car from Hertz at the Atlanta airport. This time I preferred a Jeep instead of usual choice of Chevy’s. I felt a black Jeep was a better choice and made me a little more butch.

My friends rented a house that stood out on the block because they had just painted the shutters red. All the other houses had grey or black shutters. Their house set back further than most other houses. Which made it easier for me to find. A most attractive home in a setting of pine trees, and of course peach trees.

No one answered when I rang the door bell. I looked at my watch and to my surprise it was already two in the afternoon. I looked up and down the street and saw no sign of any moving vehicles or people in sight. I got back in my rented black Jeep and started driving on I 85 toward Lawrenceville, Georgia about 20 miles north. It where I was told to go in case my friends were not at home when I arrived.

It was a good time of day because the traffic was not so heavy. During rush hour traffic it can be unbearable. It would take twice as long.

About fifteen minutes later I was knocking on yet another house. Course I knew the people quite well. They were the parents of my friends from Decatur, Rebecca and Dadeo.

Rebecca and every one called her Becky. The father was Dadeo and no other name was used.

They are wonderful people, in their sevenths. They were natives of Georgia and spoke with a southern accent so thick you could cut it with a knife, just like the air I was breathing.

Once greeted in, we began with a friendly welcome. Then· I inquired if their daughter and her husband were coming here. They assured me they were on their way to Lawrenceville, Georgia a suburb about ten miles north of downtown Atlanta. We chatted for a while before they arrived. I asked where was Sharon, their other younger daughter.

Jere and Rosemary walked in the door and I was happy to see them. I loved Rose; she was such fun as a close friend. We’ve known each other for over four years. Her husband, Jere, was especially handsome and everybody’s friend. They were a special couple. Both had big smiles across their face when greeting us all. Rose was as talkative as ever, very entertaining.

Thankful the house was air conditioned, it was hot and humid inside and outside.

We all hugged and began chit chat like we all could not wait to get a word in edgewise. I wondered where their beloved dog was, Heilda, a gorgeous St. Bernard. But, was afraid to ask just, now. Instead I managed to get into the jabber, asking about Jere’s brother Josh. He was supposed to be here. Jere said that Josh was coming but he would be here about 10:00 o’clock. He was coming directly to Lawrenceville.

Jere and Josh are twins. Both handsome men. Couldn’t tell them apart no matter how you tried. Both had southern accents, same haircuts and color. Same muscular built. Same taste in clothes. Same large shoe sizes, both were an even six feet tall. Both men had the same beautiful wavy hair. There was one way I could tell. It was a twinkling of the left eye. Don’t ask how I found this out but it was a personal thing. His dark brown eyes would make anyone melt. He knew it too. He seldom would look anybody he had a close conversation with look directly into the face.

It’s something I would not discuss with even Rose. I would not discuss with even Jere. Although I knew he was aware.

Their parents and other siblings were all past away. So all they had were Rosemary’s parents. And, we were in their house in Lawrenceville.

All of us got along perfectly. We all had a great deal to talk about. We had not seen each other in quite awhile, all most a year Jere and Rosemary would call each other at least once a week. It would be very unusual not to a least drop a note.

Rosemary’s kept in touch through Rosemary. Everyone was well informed, we were on top of each others jibber gabber. The exception was with Heilda, their beautiful St. Bernard; Heilda had a luscious coat of white and golden brown hair.

Jere was the one with a sense of humor, especially with teasing us all. He would often pick on us individually. He likes to make fun and make us all laugh. He loved to joke or just be funny in his own adorable way.

Rosemary was nothing like Jere when I first met them. She managed to change as time went on. She would pick up on Jere’s way and often join him in a joke. But, basically she was more on the serious side of things. Although she loved to laugh and have fun. But, it seemed to be quite an effort for her to crack a joke on her own. She left that up to Jere.

Rosemary was on the beautiful side. She was an extremely attractive woman. Jere’s song for her was MY FUNNY VALENTINE. He would often put his head near her and sing portions of that song. But, it was Rose would was the real vocalist of the group. She could have sang professionally. She was very talented in that way.

Jere and Rosemary’s relationship was ideal in so many ways. I admired their partnership every time I was around them and even just thinking about them. They were very much in love. Both being absolutely gorgeous, without any doubt. They were a model couple. In my opinion they were a perfect couple. We all stayed up until two o’clock in the a.m. and there was no sign of Josh. So, Jere suggested we drive to Decatur. I left my car and my car keys so when Josh did show up he could drive my car to Decatur.

The three of us got in Jeres’s car and we had delightful conversation on the way to Jere and Rose’s house. We arrived