The car was having trouble loading the start button. For a moment, Dr.Ewan MacKenzie was as hopeless as the bouquet of white roses in her daughter's teenage hands and the bow tie his toddler son hated so awfully. Edison MacKenzie scowled at his father's hopeless face while trying to keep the black bow tie off with his small soft hands. Maria was patting her husband to keep trying as the 1970s model car stood in front of their small house in Canal Row.But today, Ewan was impatient because of the grief of his family's 1st anniversary of being gone from the world forever and because of the coincidence of his stupid car's dismissal to work,Their car stopped working like this on rare occasions when it simply lay in the garage for more than a month considering that Ewan sometimes ran low on wages to check out its fitness.But today was certainly not a case like that. He changed the car's Mobil just a month ago and his wages were running pretty well as he moved his chamber in that hospital in Rival Streets.He inserted the key in it for the 21st time and failed. The car simply made a grumpy noise and stayed motionless.Maria stared at him. She didn't know a thing about cars and never bothered to learn to drive. She ought to start driving lessons the next month but wondered whether her plump hands would ever be able to hold the gear steady or drive their car to cost their own lives." Why can't you call the mechanics, Dad?" asked Minda holding the roses in her hands firmly and sweating profusely. All she ever wanted to do was sit in her dream bedroom and start reading her favorite book under the fan. She regretted letting her hair down which reached only up to her shoulders. The dull black dress her mother bought for her was itchy and uncomfortable. Especially with the afternoon sun over their head. She wanted to wear a shirt and bow tie like his father and brother and leave her mother in her dull cardigan.Her mother felt colder than the rest of the family and often got her tonsil extended because of the flu.Minda hadn't tasted the mild taste of ice cream for what felt like decades although she was 13." Today we ought to go by bus, dear," said Ewan disheartened at the sight of his car's refusal to work and the ever-lasting grumping noise it had recently started to make." What about the mechanics?" squealed Minda wanting to throw the dull bouquet of whites at him and run to take off her uncomfortable dress. Her mother seemed fine wearing her black cardigan over that stupid black dress she was made to wear." I told you to behave maturely, sweetheart. We are running low on time," said Maria in a vague urge to support her husband. She wanted to agree with Minda but that would mean oiling her stupid attitude which she would never let go of in success as long as she breathed.She had already opened the door of the car secretly scowling at her husband.Ewan got out of the car putting the keys in his pocket. He knew the disappointment in his daughter's steps as she grudgingly got off with Edison clutching her hands. His bow tie had already become upside down with all the efforts of removal.The journey to Eden Garden was uncomfortable with the blazing sun over their head. Ewan made sure to sit next to his son who was still hatching a plan; best to his abilities to get out of it. He had cried his eyes out last night while choosing his outfit. He couldn't compliment his wife enough on wearing that thick black cardigan over that cheap black dress he hated so much. It looked horrible on her wife rather than their 14-year-old daughter.Finally, the bus stopped. Ewan handed Edison to Minda and went towards to meet his brother in the same black outfit. But he looked much more handsome and ( much to his days of worry) younger. The event of that unexpected bombing at the Reforestation program had impacted much of his savings for the ploy.Rowan MacKenzie swore to never launch a mission so easily. The bottle of chloroform was shattered with the roaring footsteps of the commotion as the quartet was busy trying to save their dear daggers.The church at the Eden Garden was always dull and dim except Christmas and Easter. The streaming rays of the blazing sun had made the color of the graves lined up, fade away. The wildflowers growing here and there left untended along with the vines and useless plants that were never weeded.Somewhere far from the other graveyards laid the 3 corpses for decomposition. They reached the shabby grave. The names had almost faded over just a year.Ewan couldn't believe it. Just a year ago, he felt lost without his father's support for his family. Just a year had passed and he felt so much experience to see the 3 corpses lined up near his doorstep.His parents were suffocated with smoke and died in the very fire that killed her sister. The police said it was a house fire. So, they didn't bother to investigate any further saying that it was a waste of time.Rowan was the first person ever to identify the full cause of that deadly blaze and that was what led to their cruel ploy of Assassination. Sometimes it turned out to be sinister but nothing could be more sinister than MacLeod's trick of taking his revenge.And now it was their turn. To revenge for every sinister act he had ever done to their family over their relationship of bonding and fake friendship." So, How's work at the company?" said Ewan staying in the back while his family laid the bouquet of tribute on the stone grave." Going bloody well." sighed Rowan trying to hide the fact that he was on the verge of being sacked and recently got saved by a man from the complaining company. They inserted a complaint for his ill behavior in advertising them which included a lot of swearing.If It wasn't for him-------Their eyes soared in the direction of the space that was newly transformed into a grave with clean and fresh flowers.A possession led by a middle-aged man stood in front of the grave. Their eyes clasped at it reflecting their sorrow and disappointment." Hey, Mr. Flynn!Finnegan Flynn simply waved his hand at Rowan and faced the grave. The tears in his eyes glinting evidently in the sunlight." Who is he?" asked Ewan eyeing the man with suspicion. " Your drinking mate?"" No," admitted Rowan guiltily. He was planning to invite him for a drink at the bar in Rival Streets for ages but could never pluck up the courage to spend some extra pounds on some bloke." He is my co-worker." lied Rowan although the man worked in q completely different company than his." I'd reckon he hates MacLeod," said Ewan without any hesitation. " The possession proves that."He turned to him to find the place beside him empty.Rowan had already gone towards the man with his hands clasped over his grief-stricken face.Suddenly, Ewan missed the security his young brother gave." Dad, There is a news."He never realized his daughter was standing beside him all this time. That only proved how easy it was for MacLeod to insert a dagger in his back at any time and leave the corpse behind." That man you see there is our English Teacher's Finance'," muttered Minda." So what will I do with that?" asked Ewan irritatingly. He was half remembering his unmarried childhood friend who taught at St.Lumminia for almost 12 years. They had split out of contact because of that name. ANGUS MACLEOD.He was also one of the supporters of Angus MacLeod back then. Now, the messages sank inside his head. He had also started to agree with her. His blindness to that cruel man had resulted in him to be standing in front of that grave.Minda stepped a little back. She looked as distressed as the man with tears standing in front of that grave as muttered the final words in a terrified tone," Miss Elpseth Wallace is dead!"
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