Chapter 13

I sat in my living room, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. I still couldn't believe what had happened. Just a few days ago, my husband had disappeared and I had no idea where he was or what had happened to him.

Just then, my phone rang. I picked it up and answered, hoping for some news about my husband. But instead, it was Mario, a man whose name and number had been written on a piece of paper that had been left for me by detective Oliver before he died."Hello, this is Mario," the man on the other end of the line said. "I'm sorry to hear about what happened with your husband. I know this must be a difficult time for you. But I have some information that might be helpful."

My heart began to race. What did Mario know?

"I spoke to detective Oliver before he died," Mario continued. "He was investigating your husband's disappearance and he told me he was on to something important. He said if anything happened to him, I should help you in any way I can."

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