to roll. Diana was simply crying and railing on about how she should have been a better mother and been more involved. He couldn't take it anymore. He'd told Regina she had to come or he might just suffocate Diana with a pillow in her sleep. He stumbled a bit on the rug as he realized how callous that sounded in his head. Recovering quickly he hurried his pace when he saw the outline in the limousine window. Regina was here. Regina was waiting.
****
James thought she didn't know about his mistress. Truth was she didn't care and never had.
James was arrogant, haughty, and intelligent. Not a winning combi nation for a happy marriage. Diana had always felt a kindred spirit to the princess who died, besides just having the same name, she felt they'd probably had similar marriages.
Diana had been enamored of James when she first met him, but once she got to know him she found out he had feet of clay. They didn't specifically arrange marriages nowadays in the royal lines, but James came highly recommended by a friend of her fathers. What her father didn't know was that James family had shady secrets. Well, what family with money didn't? But now it all didn't matter. Even though her children had been the best thing about the marriage, she had never really appreciated them the way she should have. She had always been so big on doing and being the right thing. Getting to know her kids always seemed like something she could do later. Now it was too late. She began crying again.
What was she going to do? Not only had she lost her children, but marriages like hers didn't end in divorce, instead they were supposed to dotter on pretending to be happy until someone died. But the death here was more significant and Diana couldn't help but realize that what she really needed was tea and thought. James leaving her here for the day meant she had to face some things. She lifted the receiver. The operator answered her with just a twinge of pity in her voice, obviously the hotel staff had chatted about their predicament.
"I'd like some tea and scones sent up ple ase." Diana knew it was a stereotype, but she didn't care. Tea and scones soothed her and strangely enough allowed her to think more clearly.
****
The man was ready to board the airplane. No one noticed him. No one knew what he'd done. He stood there among the people getting on the plane and only he knew his secret. It made him feel good, and he held his knowledge in his heart like a kernel of success. It warmed him. It fed him. He felt better. The corporation was suffering now. The park was still closed and the investigation didn't seem to be sniffing anywhere near him. How could it? He'd been so clever. He'd taken time to figure out every detail. They would never find him. The flight attendant called his row, he picked up his bag and got in line. As he handed her his ticket he looked back briefly and smiled. Success was good.
****
La Rosa and Kincaid had been holed up in the room for an entire day going over the files on the table. They had almost five hundred employees to look through who had worked at the park during the last year. It seemed there was a rotating door at the park entrance where people would work for as little as four days before either quitting or getting fired. It was becoming amazingly clear that a bomber could waltz into the park without anyone knowing anything.
"This place is incredible."
"Yeah, they really
****
James thought she didn't know about his mistress. Truth was she didn't care and never had.
James was arrogant, haughty, and intelligent. Not a winning combi nation for a happy marriage. Diana had always felt a kindred spirit to the princess who died, besides just having the same name, she felt they'd probably had similar marriages.
Diana had been enamored of James when she first met him, but once she got to know him she found out he had feet of clay. They didn't specifically arrange marriages nowadays in the royal lines, but James came highly recommended by a friend of her fathers. What her father didn't know was that James family had shady secrets. Well, what family with money didn't? But now it all didn't matter. Even though her children had been the best thing about the marriage, she had never really appreciated them the way she should have. She had always been so big on doing and being the right thing. Getting to know her kids always seemed like something she could do later. Now it was too late. She began crying again.
What was she going to do? Not only had she lost her children, but marriages like hers didn't end in divorce, instead they were supposed to dotter on pretending to be happy until someone died. But the death here was more significant and Diana couldn't help but realize that what she really needed was tea and thought. James leaving her here for the day meant she had to face some things. She lifted the receiver. The operator answered her with just a twinge of pity in her voice, obviously the hotel staff had chatted about their predicament.
"I'd like some tea and scones sent up ple ase." Diana knew it was a stereotype, but she didn't care. Tea and scones soothed her and strangely enough allowed her to think more clearly.
****
The man was ready to board the airplane. No one noticed him. No one knew what he'd done. He stood there among the people getting on the plane and only he knew his secret. It made him feel good, and he held his knowledge in his heart like a kernel of success. It warmed him. It fed him. He felt better. The corporation was suffering now. The park was still closed and the investigation didn't seem to be sniffing anywhere near him. How could it? He'd been so clever. He'd taken time to figure out every detail. They would never find him. The flight attendant called his row, he picked up his bag and got in line. As he handed her his ticket he looked back briefly and smiled. Success was good.
****
La Rosa and Kincaid had been holed up in the room for an entire day going over the files on the table. They had almost five hundred employees to look through who had worked at the park during the last year. It seemed there was a rotating door at the park entrance where people would work for as little as four days before either quitting or getting fired. It was becoming amazingly clear that a bomber could waltz into the park without anyone knowing anything.
"This place is incredible."
"Yeah, they really
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