Murder
in the Mix
These
deaths I write about are not all suicides you know. Some are a little bit more
deliberate. Fortunately none of those ever happened to my clients, but one in
particular case, it came close. There was a cute little place on Leila Avenue
that had been sold, and then it came up on the market again. Well I had a buyer
for that very exact place. We got busy right away as soon as we saw it come back
on the market and wrote up an offer.
In
all my real estate experience I’d never seen a counter offer come back like
this one. The vendors wanted firstly, a large deposit, I think it was fifty
percent up front, and an early possession. They also wanted a waver on any
disparities between husband and wife until after possession. What the. . . .
When
the other agent phoned me to discuss the counter offer he was a bit sheepish
about how to write it so he told me the whole story:
Apparently
a couple had bought the place and had been approved for financing and while
waiting for possession to take place, the guy offed his wife and put her in the
freezer in his back shed of their rental home. Those people were renting a
place just a block over from where my son and daughter in law were living, so I
knew all about it. Well I shouldn’t say I knew all about it because I don’t
know why it happened, but it just did. Cops, my son said, were buzzing around
the place for weeks.
Now
the wife was dead, the husband was in jail for a long time with no means to pay
the mortgage and the property sellers were out of pocket with their plans gone
awry. There was a chance they could salvage most of what they’d lost with a
quick possession. Well you can understand the sellers’ nervousness, but on the
other hand there was nothing that either of us agents could do about the human
condition.
The
best we could come up with was to suggest the sellers meet with the buyers and
satisfy themselves accordingly. In fact I suggested the sellers’ lawyer draft
up a counter offer and present it. I certainly wasn’t prepared to predict a
murder or non- murder, and neither was the other agent. In the end the buyers
and sellers met and satisfied one another and the deal was consummated.
So
that was my encounter with murder. I think I was lucky on that one and happy to
get back out to the country where there was none of that crap.
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