It was not that difficult to find a good opportunity to claim Maggie's life.
What with the latter's routine of returning to Huntington Hall every weekend to take care of various affairs within the earldom.
The meandering journey from London, a near half-day affair by carriage at a leisurely pace, presented Lloyd with a canvas of time to execute his plans.
Once he made his decision, he invited several men to meet him in a bar.
These were men he trusted, men who responded to money with similar fervor two weeks before the ambush was to take place.
Lloyd did not speak of his proposition until he had ordered seven tall tankards of beer in a local tavern.
It was the right decision to make, because only clouded minds entertained the thought of such wickedness.
"A noble lady?" The first man choked out once he heard the plan.
"Yes."
The other six men straightened their backs, discomfort spreading slowly across their faces.
