Vengeance and justice are intertwined concepts. Religions and governments have struggled with the proper balance since mankind crawled out of their caves and began building their first social organizations.
Abstract concepts aside, people seemed to have difficulty separating the two things, and a lot of people had always been unhappy with how society defined justice.
Millennia after the first unhappy woman poisoned her mate’s breakfast, someone gave Evelyn Olson a phone number. Just a phone number, hand written on a scrap of paper. She didn’t do anything with it until one day after a court appearance in her divorce battle. Looking for something in her purse, she found the scrap of paper. She was frustrated and angry, so she called the number.
A woman’s voice answered. “Leave your name, phone number, and address. If we can help you, we will contact you.”
Evelyn left her information. A week passed, and she forgot about it. Then her phone rang.
“Be at Bistro68 on Tuesday at eleven fifty-five in the morning. Reservations for Evelyn and Elizabeth.” It was the same woman’s voice as on the recording at the mysterious number.
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