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Sufficiently suspiciously sure now that he killed Spud. Given what I survived, it would explain alot. And though I've never done an actual study of how murderers act right after they've committed THE act, other than the up-close-and-personal one of having possibly been married to a murderer for 20 years, I have learned a few things about psychology in an attempt to manage my own mind's mischief. Plus I watch enough Netflix to recognize psychopathic behavior in hindsight (I've heard that it is 20/20). I've yelled RUN! on more than one occasion at the docudrama women on the screen and cried inconsolably for all the red flags we missed, ignored, pulled up out of the ground and tossed aside in the name of Love.

But what can I do about a homicide that may or may not have occurred 35 years ago but pray for the relatives who believe their Christopher committed suicide by wiring himself to the fusebox in the garage (if that's even a thing). What I will do, until he's dead & gone or dead-to-rights, is never forget that the man who was with Chris the night before and returned early enough the next morning to be the one to find him and call the cops (after taking down his body), was my ex, an electrician.