Riley and Sam waved goodbye as the helicopter approached.
“Riley, one last thing,” Willow called, beckoning him towards her.
Riley walked over to the witch. “What is it, Willow?”
“This.” Willow took a shovel from behind her back and delivered a mighty two-handed swing to Riley’s temple. He toppled to the ground, his brains oozing from his shattered skull.
Sam rushed to her husband and gazed in horror at his corpse. “Why, Willow?” she gasped.
“It’s his own fault,” Willow shrugged. “What part of ‘if you hurt her I will beat you to death with a shovel’ didn’t he understand?”