Even though the possibility was slim, Sam kept hoping.

Three days had passed, and Deirdre was yet to be found. Even the police had given up on the search.

The only kin of Deirdre had passed away a year ago, and Brendan was her husband. Hence, the police went to get his signature to verify Deirdre’s death.

Brendan dropped the pen on the ground, unwilling to sign. “It’s impossible!”

In an extremely firm tone of voice, Brendan stressed, “How can we conclude that Deirdre is dead when her corpse has yet to be found? Perhaps she never boarded that car. It’s a mistake made during the investigation!”

The police officer looked at Brendan with sympathy and sighed. “A policeman witnessed it, and it’s been recorded by the surveillance camera that Miss McKinnon was indeed in the car.”

“What about the journey? Did she not get out of the car?!” Brendan pursed his lip, and his eyes reddened. “I don’t believe it. Unless I see her body, I won’t sign!”

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