Chapter 2 - The Fake Tears of a Killer
The very next morning, the luxurious and incredibly expansive mansion of the wealthy family was filled with a thick, suffocating atmosphere of pure grief.
Alex sat heavily on the expensive velvet sofa, his face completely buried in his trembling hands as he openly wept for his lost love.
Margaret sat directly beside him, gently stroking his back while desperately forcing fake, pathetic tears to stream down her heavily powdered face.
She had confidently told the local police that Emma had tragically slipped on a wet patch of moss while admiring the beautiful city view.
The highly corrupt lead detective, whose political campaign was heavily funded by Margaret's corporation, completely accepted her fabricated story without a single question.
However, there was one incredibly massive, highly frustrating problem that completely terrified the murderous mother-in-law behind closed doors.
The large rescue teams had thoroughly searched the surrounding streets, the dark alleyways, and even the nearby river, but there was absolutely no body.
Margaret quietly paced back and forth in her locked private study, aggressively chewing on her expensive manicured fingernails in absolute, paranoid frustration.
How could a young woman violently fall from a sixty-story building and simply vanish into thin air without leaving a single trace of blood?
She desperately tried to completely convince herself that a passing garbage truck had simply carried the broken remains away to the massive city landfill.
Meanwhile, Alex simply refused to completely accept the official, highly flawed police report that conveniently labeled his beloved fiancée's disappearance as a clumsy accident.
He knew Emma was an incredibly careful, highly intelligent architect who was completely comfortable around dangerous heights and tall, unfinished buildings.
He distinctly remembered the intense, burning hatred his mother had always maliciously harbored toward the innocent, hardworking girl.
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As he quietly watched Margaret gracefully sip her expensive morning tea, a very dark, deeply unsettling seed of terrible suspicion began to heavily take root.
Alex secretly decided to strictly hire the best independent private investigator in the country to silently uncover the actual, buried truth.
