I will always be grateful to you

Susan sighed as she folded the newspaper closed.

The news of Henry Howard's son Alex Howard's death shocked everyone to the core.

They wondered whether it was a ruse devised by the madman to divert their attention, but it was confirmed that the youngster was no longer alive when his final rituals were broadcast on the new channels, putting their worries to rest.

"May his soul rest in peace," she mumbled, followed by a small prayer and continuing to drink her coffee.

They had apprehended Jacob a few days before, and he had been on his best behavior since then.

But wondering how long he'd be like this was a question.

As she sipped her coffee, a knock on the door drew her attention, and she hurriedly went to open it.

"Ah!"

She was suddenly pushed behind, and three big men barged into their home.

Panic surged through her heart, and she cried, "Who are you? What do you want?"