A smile spread across Evelyn’s face when the news anchor said that the mayor had canceled the press conference he had scheduled about his daughter. He would be taking time off to mourn, needed his privacy, and couldn’t address the public at that time.
“Jacob, it’s working.”
Evelyn’s husband took a seat next to her and caught the tail end of the segment. “Good. We want everyone to go through the same gut-wrenching sadness we did.”
“And they need to pay that horrific price because they participated in the cover-up. Let’s take a drive.”
“To where?”
“Silver Shores. I want to hear if people are talking about Amanda’s murder, and we need to know if her parents are suffering like we did.”
“But maybe they’ve temporarily closed the restaurant because of her death,” Jacob said.
“And that would be even better. Then we’d truly know they’re suffering. I’ll call and see if they’re open.” Evelyn looked up the number on her phone then pressed the call button. A prerecorded message came on saying that the restaurant was closed until the following weekend due to a family tragedy. Evelyn hung up and nodded. “Good. They’re in agony just like we were.”
Jacob walked to the desk where the laptop sat. “I’ll pull up the other names online and see if we can find any news. There has to be something for us to read that the media put together about the murders.”
“How long are we going to let them wallow in their misery?”
“Before we exact our own revenge on them?”
“Yes.”
“Poetic justice would be for each of them to die on the night before their loved one’s funeral. That, my lovely wife, would be the shocker of the year.”