OMG My 'Perfect' Marriage Was a Murder Setup! - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Hailey rolled her eyes and shoved the phone at Shane. "Here. Looks like Jimmy's sold out to that witch too."
Shane's voice turned icy. "Cut the crap, Jimmy."
Jimmy's voice broke, thick with unshed tears. "Shane, your parents' lives are on the line! You need to wire five million to Nat's account right now!"
Shane let out a derisive laugh. "Money. Of course. Tell Natalie to drop this pathetic charade. She's completely lost it. What the hell did Hailey ever do to deserve this?"
The line went dead. He'd hung up.
Out of options, I gave the cops a hollow smile. "Let's move. I don't have the full amount, but I'm going anyway. I'll be the bait."
"That's suicide," the officer objected.
I stared at the ground. "What if the kidnapper recognizes me? They'll smell something's off if you go instead."
I raced to Central Bridge. The kidnapper called the second my feet hit the pavement.
"Where's my money?"
My voice shook against the biting wind. "It's under the bridge! Now let them go! Where are they?"
The voice remained flat. "Abandoned apartment across the bridge. Room 301."
I bolted to 301. The metallic stench of blood hit me before I even reached the door.
My pulse pounded in my ears. Something was terribly wrong.
Following the crimson trail to the slightly open door, I pushed it wide—and nearly buckled at the horror inside.
Donald McClure and Jane Fletcher lay sprawled on the floor, their stomachs torn open. Blood pulsed from the gruesome wounds.
Sobbing, I pressed my jacket against the wounds, but Jane weakly batted my hand away.
"Stop, Nat... too late..."
Tears blurred my vision as I clutched her hand. "I called 911! Cops are coming! Please... this is my fault. I couldn't get the money fast enough—"
Jane mustered the ghost of a smile. "Not... your fault. They never meant... to let us go." Her breath came in wet gasps. "You've suffered... enough. Divorce him... take everything... live..."
I fumbled for my phone with shaking hands. "Hold on! I'll make Shane come—"
Call after call. Nothing. He'd blocked me.
I texted frantically about his dying parents. No response.
The light slowly drained from their eyes.
They were gone.
I collapsed into gut-wrenching sobs, my vision swimming.
"Ms. Swanson?"
The arriving officers froze at the grisly scene.
My knees gave out. The room tilted.
An officer caught me, his expression grim. "We got the kidnapper. Recovered the ransom." He lowered his voice. "We're... too late. I'm so sorry."
Shane's voice turned icy. "Cut the crap, Jimmy."
Jimmy's voice broke, thick with unshed tears. "Shane, your parents' lives are on the line! You need to wire five million to Nat's account right now!"
Shane let out a derisive laugh. "Money. Of course. Tell Natalie to drop this pathetic charade. She's completely lost it. What the hell did Hailey ever do to deserve this?"
The line went dead. He'd hung up.
Out of options, I gave the cops a hollow smile. "Let's move. I don't have the full amount, but I'm going anyway. I'll be the bait."
"That's suicide," the officer objected.
I stared at the ground. "What if the kidnapper recognizes me? They'll smell something's off if you go instead."
I raced to Central Bridge. The kidnapper called the second my feet hit the pavement.
"Where's my money?"
My voice shook against the biting wind. "It's under the bridge! Now let them go! Where are they?"
The voice remained flat. "Abandoned apartment across the bridge. Room 301."
I bolted to 301. The metallic stench of blood hit me before I even reached the door.
My pulse pounded in my ears. Something was terribly wrong.
Following the crimson trail to the slightly open door, I pushed it wide—and nearly buckled at the horror inside.
Donald McClure and Jane Fletcher lay sprawled on the floor, their stomachs torn open. Blood pulsed from the gruesome wounds.
Sobbing, I pressed my jacket against the wounds, but Jane weakly batted my hand away.
"Stop, Nat... too late..."
Tears blurred my vision as I clutched her hand. "I called 911! Cops are coming! Please... this is my fault. I couldn't get the money fast enough—"
Jane mustered the ghost of a smile. "Not... your fault. They never meant... to let us go." Her breath came in wet gasps. "You've suffered... enough. Divorce him... take everything... live..."
I fumbled for my phone with shaking hands. "Hold on! I'll make Shane come—"
Call after call. Nothing. He'd blocked me.
I texted frantically about his dying parents. No response.
The light slowly drained from their eyes.
They were gone.
I collapsed into gut-wrenching sobs, my vision swimming.
"Ms. Swanson?"
The arriving officers froze at the grisly scene.
My knees gave out. The room tilted.
An officer caught me, his expression grim. "We got the kidnapper. Recovered the ransom." He lowered his voice. "We're... too late. I'm so sorry."
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