Novel & Cerita Bendy Edgar

We still grab a meal together from time to time. Among the four of us, the oldest, Edgar Maguire, was unassuming and kind. He always looked out for us, and we treated him like an older brother. He came from a village and was an orphan that the whole community helped raise. He studied hard, and whenever he had time, he took on part-time jobs to save up for tuition and living expenses. When we were interning, he was the first to land an offer. But the good times didn't last. Three days ago, Edgar was murdered in his apartment. The killer still hasn't been found.

He was an old hand and very reliable, who had been working with the family for decades. They slowed down when finally reaching the end of their journey. The Ford Escort lurched onto the bushy lane and came to a complete stop in front of the mansion. Tommy put the headlights out and the motor stopped idling. Both men got out of the car and stretched their bodies. The long drive made them stiff. “Senor Tommy. What a surprise, sir,” the old man greeted them. “Hi Miguel,” said Tommy. “We need to rest for the night. I’m with my American friend. He works with me at the office.” Miguel nodded as a sign of respect.

It was true that my grandfathers—the men who'd raised me—lived on an island, but they were no fishermen. Edgar Blythe, or Grandpa Eddie, was the highest-bounty serial killer on the international wanted list. Countless tyrants and scum had died at his hands. Franklin Graves, or Grandpa Frankie, was an underground boxing champion who could smash half a ton of granite into powder with just one punch. Tobias Mercer, or Grandpa Toby, had been one of the top secret agents in Acratius in his younger days.