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."

to drive out in a blizzard, not her. Even if the name and car matched, he still refused to

right away.

at least ten times, but his phone

to reach him

surge of adrenaline shot to his head, leaving his

ears rang so loudly he barely registered Violet's voice beside him -he

stood frozen, cold

voice was steady, calm—the result of a

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

plan to Gwyneth: distract the nurse, sneak a mouthful of water

make a scene—she always did-but Violet had Gwyneth looking

dialing back over and over. The call wouldn't go through. She'd already

be dead. He refused to believe

Violet-how could

the station," he managed, his voice

Violet stared, confused.

himself. "The police said they found a

Echo City International Airport

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