BOB HERPE

It had been the highlight of Jonathan's life. His stepfather, Ernie Gravnick, and he were on their way home from Jerusalem, Israel. Their EL AL BOEING 787 was thirteen minutes out of Ben Grunion Airport on a gradual climb towards its cruising altitude of 36,000 feet. It happened suddenly. A loud thud shook the plane, immediately followed by a shimmering explosion of light outside the cabin. The starboard engine seemed on fire. The entire aircraft began to shudder. The right wing dipped. For a moment, the plane hovered in place, and then it plunged toward the ocean.
Jonathan had kept his pledge to honor his mother by becoming Bar Mitzvah. He had studied hard this past year since Julie Winton was killed. His mom had thrown herself into the path of an oncoming bullet meant for Gravnick, the man to who moments before, she had sworn to love, honor, and share her life with.
The killer had not been caught. It had been a woman, or so they thought. The name she gave was Tell Wonder. She had recently been hired as a chauffeur and bodyguard to his mother, one of the world's richest ad most beautiful women, CEO of Winton Cosmetics Industries International; a company she had built from scratch into a corporate behemoth.