Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Elias Krane looked at the so-called witness testimony in front of him, then shifted his gaze to the information he had received from Melanie, and finally to the surveillance footage his private investigator had compiled. He sat there in the sterile waiting room, surrounded by cold white walls and buzzing fluorescent lights, but his mind was far from still.

Melanie had been taken into custody, and while he was fully capable of getting her released through court orders, he knew better. As much as he hated it, it was safer for her to remain in detention for now.

At least in there, she was protected—guarded. If someone made another attempt on Adam Collins’ life, and he was fairly certain they would, then Melanie would be untouched by the fallout. No one could point the finger at her, not with her behind locked doors.

And so, Elias found himself here- waiting, in this room, for a man he didn’t even know personally.

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He barely looked up when the doctor entered, flanked by the two officers stationed outside the room who followed him into the room. Instead, he returned his focus to the file in his lap.

According to what the hotel staff had told him, and from Melanie’s account of that night, Adam’s young son should have been present at the scene. But when the police arrived, there had been no sign of the child. The boy had already vanished. That could only mean one thing someone had taken him before the authorities got there.

Elias didn’t show it to Melanie, but he already knew this. He’d known it before the police even suspected it. The issue was that he had been asked not to reveal that detail by his client. It was classified. But if he couldn’t speak of it, how was he supposed to prove that a third party had orchestrated the attempted murder? That someone else had been there- a hired killer with the means, and skill for it?

His gaze dropped to the photograph again. The woman—Saira. She lay motionless in the still frame, the knife wound clean and deliberate. According to his source, she had been killed with two swift strokes across the neck. A professional job. Then, the killer had placed the weapon in Adam’s hand-while he was unconscious. He had been provided with the suspects and the victim. The problem in this entire thing was that he had no way how to connect the two.

Now, the first question was, how had the narrative shifted? Even as he was pondering this, his gaze kept looking through the picture.