Cry of the Eagle

Her fingernails dug into the newsprint and the small hand shook as the woman stared at the picture.  Seated at a living room window, the figure in the wheelchair glared with rage at the short news item.

              “Millionaire Recluse”

“Rare photograph of Jordan King – Wealthy Nevada Rancher and his family as they visited San Francisco for a weekend of shopping and sailing on their yacht, “The Laura”.

    “It certainly is going to be a rare photograph of the glorious King family,” the woman thought out loud, staring with hatred at the handsome foursome.  A smile twisted her lips and she tossed her mane of bright red hair.  By now her plan for revenge should be well under way.  It would be a very long time, if ever, before a picture of the King family would be taken again, together.  She had waited very patiently, almost twenty years, for this day.  Her moment of triumph was nearly at hand.  Even now the events she had put into motion were taking place.  How she wished she could be there to watch how much the illustrious Jordan King was going to suffer for what he had done to her.  It gave her a sexual thrill, as she thought about the daring plan to destroy the four lives pictured before her.

       With a high, shrill laugh the crippled woman yanked open a desk drawer beside her wheel chair and threw the news clipping into it.  Soon, very soon, it would be she who had control over the wealth and happiness now enjoyed by the one person she hated more than anyone in the world.  The planning and scheming was finished.  Everything was ready.  All she had to do now was wait, and she had years of practice doing that.  She had tried to extort money from Jordan King once before, this time she wouldn’t fail.