A young husband goes missing. First installment of the Detective White Series.
|Stella was worried. The detective came over again to ask her more questions. She told him the same story she told him earlier: Jeremy went to visit Cliff, his college buddy, for the weekend. Early Friday morning, Jeremy kissed her forehead, said he loved her and that he would return Sunday. She was in bed all weekend with a migraine; her car never left the driveway. Cliff called her to say he never made it there. Jeremy's Jeep was found at an abandoned factory, no visible prints or DNA detected. It was as if he'd vanished into thin air.
Nancy, her mother in law, came as soon as she heard. Both held vigil at home, awaiting news while search parties fanned out over the town. A day later, Jeremy's badly beaten body was found in a lake about twenty miles away. Nancy identified his remains; Stella couldn't bring herself to do it. When that nosy detective came around again asking Stella yet more questions, she became visibly upset. Nancy quickly shooed him away, saying Stella had been through enough. She turned the lock on the door and secured it. For the first time in hours, they were alone.
"Stop sniveling, you little fool!" growled Nancy.
"They suspect me; I know they do. I never wanted him to suffer," cried Stella.
"All you have to do is keep it together for the next few weeks and the three of us are home free," replied Nancy.
"But, he was your flesh and blood, how could you be so brutal?"
"Simple. I had a job to do," she shrugged. "You're so weak," she sneered. "Good thing Cliff and I didn't tell you all of the plan, otherwise, you'd blab to Detective White. Just stick to your story."