The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

McNeil didn't turn his phone back on until the next day.

As soon as the screen lit up, he saw over a dozen missed calls-all from the local police department.

"Is this Mr. Langford?" The voice on the other end was clipped and official.

McNeil's reply was cool, almost detached. "Yes. What's this about?"

"In the early hours of this morning, we found the body of a young woman on Westchester Avenue. The ID number is "

The officer rattled off a long string of digits. With every number, McNeil felt his chest tighten, his pulse pounding louder in his ears.

"The deceased is Victoria. We discovered her frozen body inside a Ferrari. There are indications she was assaulted and disfigured before she died. Mr. Langford, I'm afraid you'll need to prepare yourself. We'd like you to come down to the station and help with identification."

As the officer finished speaking, McNeil felt the blood in his veins turn to ice.

A Ferrari. The ID number. Victoria.

"No. That's-not-possible."

rejected it instantly. Victoria would never be reckless enough to drive out in a blizzard, not her. Even if the name and car matched, he still refused to

away. After hanging up, he dialed

him at least ten times,

to

his head,

so loudly he barely registered Violet's voice beside him -he couldn't even tell

cold to the

steady, calm—the result of a

Victoria? I'm alright, you should go check on

to Gwyneth: distract the nurse, sneak a mouthful of water laced with syrup,

a scene—she always did-but

his phone, numb, dialing back over and over. The call

can't be dead. He

night, they'd argued about Violet-how could someone

to the station," he managed, his voice shaky, his hand trembling

Violet stared, confused.

they found a woman's body. They think it might

Echo City International Airport

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