Eddie was dying of cancer, yet he had 28 million.
He had won the Euro-Millions lottery, and wanted to share the money with the next generation or the less fortunate. He drank in bars, day and night. Regardless of the beer bottles he consumed, he gave 50 euro tips to all the waitresses.
One day, the waitresses changed. The attractive teenagers were replaced with a succulent British blond woman.
When God put sexy on a train, Jo was in the first-class carriage. At 58, she was perfect for Eddie.
His last chance at romance, she was the final fling. As they chatted at the bar, he felt a belief approaching from behind. Maybe, just maybe, he had found happiness.
Those two hours of happiness were welcomed but short-lived.
After returning home via taxi, he was robbed and stabbed to death before he entered his apartment building.
Faith, his ex-wife from Kent, had paid to kill him.
Faith had no boundaries. She wanted his money, and Faith always took what she wanted from Eddie.
She took his life, bank cards, and left him for dead on the street. Eddie was smart enough to squirrel those millions into a savings account. Faith couldn’t touch that money as the account was locked.
The two Spanish killers only got Eddie’s drinking money, and 2 thousand from his bank cards. They got far less than they thought!
The Guardia Civil caught the two Spanish killers, and Faith met her fate, as both gave the details on her.
This reminds me of the Alanis Morisette song, "He won the lottery, and died the next day, isn't it ironic.."