Chapter 5 - Re-Examining The Suspicious Details Of The Sealed Casket
Lorenzo clutched the silver hairbrush in his fist, the cold metal biting sharply into his skin as his thoughts spiraled backward.
Two months ago, the state police had presented him with a closed, lead-lined casket and an airtight forensic identification report.
At the time, grief had blinded him to every inconsistency that now screamed out like neon signs in the dark.
Why had Dr. Alistair insisted on a sealed casket mandate citing severe thermal trauma to the remains?
Why had the insurance payout been processed with such uncharacteristic speed by corporate legal teams tied to his main rivals?
And most importantly, why had the security footage from the estate's rear gate mysteriously vanished on the night of the crash?
Lorenzo stood up inside the boxcar, his chest heaving as the pieces of a massive, calculated conspiracy fell into place around him.
His wife hadn't died in a tragic accident on a rain-slicked road north of Manhattan.
She had been hunted, forced into hiding, and someone within his own inner circle had helped stage her fiery execution.
“Boss!” Mason’s voice echoed sharply from outside the boxcar as the security chief jogged up through the mud with his weapon drawn.
Mason stopped dead in his tracks as he illuminated the interior with his flashlight, staring in stunned silence at Bruno and the makeshift camp.
“Holy mother of God,” Mason whispered, lowering his gun slightly as he looked from the dog to the ivory-handled hairbrush.
“She was here, Mason,” Lorenzo said, his voice cold as winter ice. “And she’s still alive.”
“Then why faking her death?” Mason asked, his professional instincts kicking in instantly as he surveyed the perimeter. “Who is she running from?”
“From the same people who are currently watching our estate,” Lorenzo replied, turning toward the open doorway.
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He whistled softly, and Bruno hopped down from the boxcar, staying close to Lorenzo’s side like a faithful shadow returning to duty.
“Get the truck around,” Lorenzo ordered, stepping back out into the rain with renewed purpose. “We’re taking the dog home, and then we’re tearing Dr. Alistair apart.”
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