Murder. And You Can Taste It in Every Bite

What happened with Ellen was the equivalent of lighting a slow-burned fuse on a 500-pound bomb, like it was more to delay the inevitable than avoid it entirely. When that bomb exploded, there would be hell to pay, but who was rich or powerful enough to take that kind of hit for? Even if Ellen's death has finally rolled a murder, the person that did it has had eight long years to separate themselves from the incident. It might well be the case that this person has well and truly gotten away with. Murder. And you can taste it in every bite. Raisin Cane's chicken fingers. One love.