Chapter 175

The search for the fugitives stretched into the late afternoon until an anonymous tip that night led the police to something peculiar on one of the roads out of the city.

Following the lead, Alistair and his team arrived at the scene, which resembled a horror movie set: a tree, a charred corpse and a burned car; a mutilated woman inside two suitcases; and two distorted, wrecked bodies.

"Chief…" a police officer said, his voice trembling as he took in the scene.

Some officers felt an intense urge to vomit upon seeing the bodies; they were so mangled it was hard to believe they had once been human.

"I see it," Alistair sighed. "Secure the area, check for nearby cameras, and…"

"Chief!" One of the officers ran up to him. "The mutilated body belongs to Cassandra Turner."

"What? That’s impossible. She’s in prison," another officer said.

"Chief!"

"Now what?" Alistair asked, looking at the new officer who had approached.

"We’ve just been notified that Cassandra Turner disappeared from