And she witnessed the second incident, just after the first.
Now that Joe was dead, he just had to eliminate target number two.
The father. His father. Charlene's lover.
The thing is, his father had a tumor on his head. What, again, did Charlene see in him?
Target number two was almost too easy to get rid of.
He sidled up to his dad. "Hey, Daddy."
He looked up at his tumor. "Daddy, I'm gonna help you out."
He said this so sweetly, Daddy didn't suspect a thing. One of his dear sons... or nephews... or grandsons...? was going to help him get rid of his tumor. How nice.
And it was nice.
Wasn't it?
Yes, it was very nice.
Until he struck.
In one swift movement, he leapt and gripped the tumor in his teeth.
He bit down.
And let the red river flow.
Daddy was dead before he knew what struck him.
His life bled out, right in front of his eyes.
"Bye bye, Daddy. Love you!"
He smiled smugly and sashayed away.
Right into the pregnant belly of Mother.
