So it turns out Lester did not murder our upstairs neighbors, The Greens. The storyline of The Greens deaths sadly plays out like a banal episode of Law & Order SVU (one of my favorite TV shows, BTW). And you can file this one into the category of “truth is stranger than fiction.”
The facts that have now come out are that Scott Green, our upstairs troublemaker, was having a long-term affair with a woman named Petra Marks. Apparently, he had tried to end things with her about a month ago when Petra revealed she was pregnant with his baby.
Mr. Green then procured a drug called Misoprostol, a potent medicine normally used by obstetricians to induce labor and then he went over to Ms. Marks house and seduced her, slipping some of the powdery substance into her vagina without her knowledge, or so he thought. However, Ms. Marks had noticed him doing something suspicious with his hand during foreplay, and when she miscarried an hour after he left her apartment, she went to the hospital and the attending physician (at her urging) tested some of the substance that she had found spotted on her underwear and discovered what it was.
She then apparently bought a knife, broke into The Green’s apartment and killed Scott and his wife in their sleep.
Unbelievable.
Even more unbelievable is that Lester Buckingham nearly took the fall for her!
And he would have if not for the fact that while he was in custody for the past three weeks awaiting trial, Ms. Marks wrote an elaborate suicide note and hung herself in her apartment.
Lester was promptly released.
In the meantime, our civil case against him was postponed and his house remains erect.
However we have not returned to Mendocino, nor have we been staying in our place in San Francisco…
We were so traumatized by all of the unfortunate events of the past few weeks, we decided to vacate the mainland and we’ve spent the last three weeks in Kauai, on the North shore, staying on the property of an old friend, Juaquin Hanwright, who I met in college and who later I went with to medical school.
The Hanwright’s property is a secluded two story house, exterior wood hand carved by local artisans, surrounded by about five acres of banana trees and the like.
Not much of note has happened here in Kauai since we arrived. We have mainly hung out on the beach and breathed easy, or at least as easy as could be given the circumstances.
Oh yes, and we have learned our lesson the hard way about eating unripe bananas straight off the tree – do not do it! It turns out that if you bite into a banana that is truly not ripe, straight from a tree, all the moisture in your tongue will be quickly wicked away and leave you with something that could only be described as “dry banana mouth.”
We leave Kauai tonight on our way back home to SF. Now that Lester is out of jail, unfortunately we must get back to our annoying civil suit against him. The new hearing is set for five days from now. I’ll let you know how it goes…
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