After reviewing each profile and reading the messages they sent, Janet was enthusiastic about a man named Cliff Howard, and at sixty-one, he was the perfect choice for Gail. He boasted about his financial status, but that was of no concern to them. He wouldn’t need money much longer. Reading between the lines, they learned that Cliff exhibited an air of superiority. He addressed Gail as “little lady” and made it perfectly clear that he could spoil her as long as she complied with his wishes. They both knew what that meant.
“What a piece of shit. He’s just right.” Janet turned the notebook’s page to a clean sheet. “We have to draw him in quickly since men like Cliff have no right to be walking this earth.” She pointed at the half dozen pictures he’d posted of himself on the website. He stood next to a new sports car and a Jeep in one, was beach lounging with a cocktail in hand in another, and vacation shots were in the rest. “He’s definitely full of himself and views women as nothing more than arm candy without brains, but the deciding factor in choosing him over the other fools is his hair.”
Gail agreed as she lifted the pen to write her response before posting it. “I know. It’s just like Dad’s.”
Janet stood and paced—it helped her think. “Okay, tell him you find him very attractive and love the photos he posted. Say how older men are more handsome and wiser, that you enjoy beach vacations, and add that the fact that he’s willing to spoil you is a bonus. Stroke his ego for the short time he has left to live. By this time tomorrow, not only will he be begging, but he’ll literally be dying to meet you.”
Gail jotted down everything Janet had said then typed a response to Cliff Howard’s message, making sure to sign it as Lynn. Now all they had to do was wait. Men like him needed that constant attention and approval from beautiful women. It made them feel young, vibrant, and desirable—none of which Janet and Gail cared about. Putting an end to his life was all that mattered.
After reviewing what she had written and with her index finger hovering over the send button, Gail gave Janet a questioning look. “All good?”
“All good, and now we wait for his ego to hit your message box.”