The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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."

be reckless enough to drive out in a blizzard, not

answer the officer right away. After hanging up,

she'd called him at least ten times, but his

she trying to reach him for

to his head, leaving his vision whited out

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

cold to the

Violet's voice was steady, calm—the result of a full

alright, you should go check

distract the nurse, sneak a mouthful of water laced with syrup, and spit

Victoria would make a scene—she

dialing back over and over.

be dead. He refused

last night, they'd argued about Violet-how

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

Violet stared, confused.

steady himself. "The police said they found

Echo City International Airport