Eunice gazed at the jet's distinctive silhouette and emblem. There was no mistake. It was Bard's private plane!
That very aircraft had whisked him away on business earlier that day.
Bard had promised her he'd return as soon as his work was done.
She was in shock for a long moment before lifting her gaze, incredulous.
"Did you do this?"
"It's his own damn fault for having bad luck! Did he really think he was too good to attend Arlen's birthday bash? Does he have any respect for us elders? Who did he think he was?"
"It was just a birthday party. Was it really worth all this? Rose and I showed up, didn't we?"
"And who are you to talk? You're nothing but an outsider to the Griffiths. We've never acknowledged you as one of us all these years!"
Eunice's eyes blazed with fury and hatred as she faced the murderers.
