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."

in a blizzard,

officer right away. After hanging up, he dialed

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

to

surge of adrenaline shot to his head, leaving his vision whited out

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

cold to

calm—the result of a

alright, you should go check

of

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

clutched his phone, numb, dialing back over and over.

can't be dead. He refused

about Violet-how could someone so vibrant just

voice shaky, his hand trembling

Violet stared, confused.

to steady himself. "The police said they found a woman's body. They

Echo City International Airport

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