Number One Fan: Juan Mendez Scott's Mystery Magazine, #6

By Juan Mendez Scott

When Debbie Smart gets a call from a strange woman claiming to be her NBA star husband Sydney Smart's number one fan,it leaves her thinking that this woman is one of his many groupies trying to get his attention. But when the number one fan starts stalking Debbie and threatening her life, things take a twisted turn. Turns out the number one fan is Sydney's side chick Kim, who's trying to drive Debbie crazy and scare her out of the marriage. But Kim's roommate Drew advises Kim that driving Debbie away won't be enough, because she will still walk away with half of Sydney's millions. Now Kim has come up with a different solution that involves murder! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Juan Mendez Scott
• Release date: May 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9798224210466

Juan Mendez Scott

Juan Mendez Scott is an accomplished author with over 20 fiction books to his credit, specializing in the mystery and psychological suspense genres. With a keen eye for detail and an innate ability to create complex characters and gripping plotlines, Juan's novels have captivated readers around the world. Born and raised in Southern Maryland, Juan draws inspiration from the natural beauty and rich history of the region, infusing his stories with a sense of place and authenticity. When he's not writing, Juan enjoys hiking, fishing, and spending time with his family.

Book preview

DEBBIE

The most horrifying moments of my life were about to begin. I  dragged myself into the house from grocery shopping, and

I was tired from carrying so many bags from my Range Rover to the kitchen. I was a tall beautiful woman, so I had no problem leaning forward against the kitchen counter to put away the groceries.

That’s when my cell phone rang.

Hello, I said, in a tone that was letting this caller know

that I didn’t feel like being bothered or interrupted from putting

away five hundred dollars worth of groceries.

You haven’t left my house yet? this woman asked, almost

whispering. "Bitch are you crazy?" This woman sounded like she

was trying to talk and cover her mouth at the same time. It was

the weirdest thing I had ever heard over the phone.

My mouth dropped and I frowned, trying to recognize the

voice of the friend that was playing this silly joke on me. I leaned

back against the counter and finally spoke. "Excuse me? Who

is this?"

"Excuse you?"

You have the wrong number, I said. I was about to hit the off button on my phone.

No, I don’t Debbie, she said, correcting me, "I don’t have

the wrong number, I don’t think so."

Like a statue, I froze and a chill went over me. This woman

knew my name. Of course, my husband was an NBA All-Star

for the Washington Wizards and of course, we tried to keep our

personal information out of the newspapers as much as possible.

The first thing I thought was maybe she read my name in the

newspaper or a tabloid magazine or something.

Who is this, and how did you get this number, I asked,

walking out into the middle of my huge kitchen, struggling to

stay calm.

Don’t worry about it—!

No, I am going to worry about it!

What you need to worry about is this, this woman said,

starting to sound sharp with her words. "As Sidney’s number

one fan, if you don’t move out so that we can be together I’m

going to kill you. Plain and simple as that!"

As it would figure. One of my husband’s crazy NBA groupies

and he had a lot of them. All of them loved Sidney and they all

were his number one fan. I rolled my eyes and just hung up on

her. I sat the phone on the kitchen table and continued putting

away the groceries. The phone started ringing again, this time the house phone and I figured it was this crazy lady calling again. As I put away the groceries it started eating away at me that this crazy fan somehow got our home number. How did she get it?

Of course, we lived in privacy and I tried to make sure of

that. I loved our home. It was perfect for me. Our red-bricked

baby mansion with three garages sat along with other million-dollar homes on Monterey Circle, with the Tantallon Country

Club and Golf Course practically in our backyard. Swan Creek and

one of the lesser-known Fort Washington Marinas sat behind

the houses across the street from us. The beautifully designed

landscaping made our neighborhood look as if we were on a

small, elegant island. I remember one day, I was in another room

when I overheard my father-in-law telling my mother-in-law that

our six thousand square foot million dollar Fort Washington,

Maryland home felt like a