Spring Beneath the Grave

From the back cover

Elora Griffiths was on her way to drop her daughter off at school when her husband's enemies opened fire in the street.

The bodyguard her husband had personally assigned to protect them abandoned the car the instant the shots rang out.

Mother and daughter were hit multiple times, teetering on the brink of death.

Elora frantically called her husband, Rodger Griffiths, but he didn't answer.

Her brother, Hugh Dale, arrived just in time and saved them both.

"How could this happen? Didn't Rodger assign someone to protect you?" Hugh asked.

Elora sobbed uncontrollably, "The bodyguard ran away!"

On the way to the hospital, Elora kept trying Rodger's number, desperate.

One call after another...

Finally, on the ninety-ninth attempt, the line connected. On the other end was the female bodyguard, trembling, her voice barely holding back tears.

"Rodger, it's really not my fault!

There were so many assassins. I would've died if I tried to stop them! I was so scared..."

Elora held her breath, waiting for her husband's wrath to thunder down.

But Rodger just sighed.

"Forget it. The important thing is you're safe," he said.

Meanwhile, Elora's daughter took her last breath in her arms.

The pain was suffocating.

She held her daughter close as her body went cold and stiff, teeth gritted in fury, "Hugh, I'm divorcing him! I'll cut off every single arms shipment to the Griffiths family from the largest arms company in Crownport!"