A New Dawn

Over town, Rollins was pacing his rich living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His sister, Melinda, looked at him gravely, profoundly concerned, “Please, brother, all this stretch and migraines you've had since Tyrone is long overdue, It's eating you up,” she argued in a low voice.

Rollins looked at her, his eyes full of outrage, “Did you just say it's eating me up? This bastard crushed everything I built and acquired. And you may have finished it with one straightforward action.”

Melinda stepped back, stunned by the brutality in her brother's voice, “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” Rollins moved toward her, his voice dropping to a perilous whisper, “You know what I mean, my dear sister. One small push, one “accident,” and everything that was our own will be ours.”

Understanding unfolded on Melinda's face, and she understood what her brother implied, “You need me to murder Tyrone? Are you out of your mind?”

Rollins laughed intensely, “No, my dear. I'm the o