Can you consider a necklace a gift if it makes you angry enough to kill?
A simple trinket left in a confessional begins a path of destruction throughout the years. The golden locket, left behind by a woman who killed her boyfriend, is supposedly cursed; at least that’s what she claimed before she raced out of the church. Anyone who dares fasten the pendant around her neck suffers severe and uncontrollable anger. Woe be it to anyone who gets in the path of the wearer. Is the piece cursed, or are the deaths totally unrelated? Detective Clarence O’Day is unwilling to make the connection—until forty years after the first case.
“Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?” He ground out the glow of his cigarette butt in a nearby ashtray, pulled a pen from his breast pocket and poised it about a blank page in the folder. “So, when did these so-called feelings of insanity begin?”
When had they started? Good question, even if he mocked her. She looked up at a ceiling discolored from smoke and replayed the past days in her mind. She flicked a fingernail against her bottom teeth, then widened her eyes and pointed a finger at O’Day. “My birthday. Everything was fine until then…until Joseph fastened this around my neck.” She grabbed the locket.
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“I’m not sure I do either. Instead of feeling delighted to receive such a lovely token, Anger consumed me—actual rage. For lack of an explanation, I downplayed the strange emotions, but you’ll have to humor me when I tell you it was like I was in a trance.” She fisted her hands. “Possessed, if you believe in such things.”