If Penelope Hale hadn't said so much from the start, or demanded so much money, Luna Warner really wouldn't have killed her.
'The blame lies with her own greed.'
'She simply knew too much.'
Every guess she'd made, every threat she'd uttered—it all weighed heavily on Luna Warner's mind.
That was why it had come to this. Penelope Hale had brought this all on herself.
Penelope Hale never imagined the other woman could be so vicious. Now, she didn't want anything. She just wanted to live.
"I was wrong, Miss Warner! I won't do it again! Please, spare my worthless life. I'll do anything you want, just please don't kill me."
"Let me tell you something," Luna said. "That little bastard you kidnapped isn't my son at all. I was planning to use this as an opportunity to get rid of him. Now that I've told you that, how could I possibly let you live?"
