John's Middle Daughter - True Crime #2 Eliminating Inheritance

When their spirit departs, they return to the ground;  
    on that very day their plans come to nothing. from Psalm 146  
   
Since his middle daughter was mostly lanky legs and arms, I knew my position was important. I needed to be on her level to achieve the best view of her smallish center mass at the distance of two football fields.    
   
She was beautiful, a cheerleader, and popular in her school. Her father said she had a steady boyfriend, and he knew they’d had sex. I took some comfort in knowing she’d known love in her life.    
   
As she stood barefoot next to the ocean, waves gently flowed to and from her form. Her arms drifted up and away from her sides as she looked out to the open water. Her shirt said, "See good in all things." I wondered her thoughts.    
   
The scripture is true. At the very instant my bullet struck her critical mass, gravity began its work, pulling her toward the ground from which she’d been formed less than two decades before. Being a professional, I followed her downward motion. Once her mass rested on the sand, I placed a second load in her upper back. The hollow point projectile was designed for soft targets like her. I imagined its expansion on impact knowing it destroyed any chance of survival.    
   
Her future plans had all disappeared at the moment my sight found her form. Now it was finished. She no longer posed any danger to her father’s financial plans.