too many murders

So I've been reading these Women's Murder Club books.  They're quick, easy, go down like a smooth bourbon.  In the past two weeks, I've read 9 of them.  So what I realized last night is that I might need to go cold turkey.

See, yesterday I had to call a plumber to the house.  He got here, was friendly, we chatted.  And, I realized at 2:00 this morning that I not only told him my husband was out of town, he knew one of the dogs' name.  What if he was a killer and I gave him information to make me the next target?  In the books, it's the normal seeming people with no motive you have to watch out for.  So I got out of bed, checked the locks on the doors (not that they do any good against real murderers), and made sure the shotgun was loaded.

This isn't the first time the books might have gotten to me.  I find myself checking out cars that happen to pull out of a lot as I do.  And I perk up more when the dog barks at the wind.  Or barks at what seems like it's the wind.

I'm definitely more on alert.  Fiction mirrors reality, right?  And there are crazy people out there. And the perfect crime is a random crime, or a crime of opportunity in the middle of nowhere when a husband is out of town.

But I'm on to you psycho murders.  Oh yes, I'm on to you.

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