Chapter 3 - The Empty Coffin
The cinematic realism of the moment crashed over Owen with the force of a nuclear bomb.
A tight, dramatic close-up focused entirely on Owen’s face. The broken, grieving, submissive widower completely, violently vanished. The color instantly drained from his cheeks, leaving him looking like a terrifying ghost.
His expression shifted rapidly from profound agony to a sudden, heart-stopping, demonic realization.
His highly tactical, brilliant mind desperately connected the horrific dots. Clara was a fearless, relentless investigative journalist. For the last six months, she had been working on a massive, highly classified expose about corruption inside the local police department. Three days ago, her car was violently run off a mountain road and erupted into flames.
Chief Miller had personally arrived at Owen's house to deliver the news, claiming that dental records had confirmed the body. Miller had practically rushed the funeral arrangements himself, playing the role of a supportive family friend.
But if the coffin was completely empty, Clara wasn't dead. Miller had tried to assassinate her, failed, and was using the fake funeral to permanently close the investigation.
Owen slowly, carefully shifted his gaze toward the background.
Through the blurred crowd, he saw Chief Miller standing in his pristine dress uniform. The corrupt cop was watching Owen with a cold, calculating, arrogant smirk, utterly convinced he had gotten away with murder.
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Suddenly, a tiny, electronic crackle broke the silence.
👉 What shocking, impossible sound is coming from the little boy's pocket?
