Just then a large shadow swept over the green. Both Elise and Edwards looked up.
"Oh, my God!" Edwards said. "What was that?"
"Aquila chrysaetos."
"What?"
"A golden eagle."

Edwards looked at her for a long moment. He had not become the president of Beacon without being able to recognize when someone was dealing from strength and inside knowledge. The woman before him, whoever she was, not only knew that the bird that just flew over was indeed a golden eagle, but she knew something else. Something scary that was boring a hole through his chest.

"What's going on here, Elise?"
"What's going on is that you're going to experience a taste of the pain and fear you've caused in others. You're going to meet Kara and Rex. They want your thyroid, Mr. Edwards."
"My thyroid?"

Edwards repeated in disbelief. In fact, the notion was so unbelievable that he felt relief. She may as well have told him the ghosts of Beacon's victims were going to suck him through the hole in the green. The thought of this all being a set-up for some colossal prank began to tickle his mind. Of course.

His birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks. Maybe Ross had concocted this entire scheme as early as last week when he let the two women cut in front when he wasn't looking. Or maybe this was his wife's doing. That thought made him nervous when he thought of how he'd agreed to this woman's room service deal, which, now that he thought about it, seemed too good to be true. He smiled nervously and said, "Who put you up to this?"