16: Jealousy Jumps In

Donna’s white and cobalt blue lounge suite, charcoal grey carpet, white walls and the rest of her property were either splotched with or irreversibly covered in red paint.

“I don’t believe this,” she said, completely sober now.

“Who could’ve-?”

Her eyes didn’t have to search too hard for answers. On the far wall was a clue from the clearly disgruntled individual.

“If you think your walls are destroyed, your wedding will be worse- you can’t take what should be mine,” read Greg, when he arrived an hour later. “Dammit.”

“Any ideas of who might have done this?” asked a police officer.

“Yes,” Donna said. Both the authorities and Greg looked at her.

“How?”

Donna pinned Greg with a look of anger. “All one has to do is ask the porter for a description of the woman who posed as my cousin.”

They turned to the miserable man and asked him again what the woman had looked like.