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."

Victoria would never be reckless enough to drive out in a blizzard, not her. Even

the officer right away. After hanging up,

least ten times, but his phone had

to

to his head, leaving his vision whited out

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

frozen, cold to

voice was steady, calm—the result of a

alright, you

whispered a plan to Gwyneth: distract the nurse, sneak a mouthful of water laced with syrup, and spit it up convincingly in front of

make a scene—she always did-but

clutched his phone, numb, dialing back over and over. The call wouldn't

be dead. He

argued about Violet-how could someone so

his voice shaky, his hand trembling as

Violet stared, confused.

"The police said they found a woman's body. They think it might

Echo City International Airport

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