The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson
Chapter 175

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 prison. It seems someone helped her

escape."

"In that case, tell them we've found her," Alistair said.

"But how did this happen...?"

"No idea, but..."

"Sir," a forensic team member approached them. "We've confirmed that the burned body belongs to Ernest Turner."

"What?" the officers exclaimed in shock.

"But, that's impossible. Ernest Turner was supposed to be heading to the neighboring city for what he did.

"Well, it seems he escaped," Alistair said. "And something tells me the deformed bodies belong to Vanessa and Frederick Turner." The officers were horrified as they looked at the bodies again.

"But..."

"Have your team confirm it," Alistair instructed the forensic expert.

"Yes," the expert said, moving closer to take their fingerprints for quick verification.

""This doesn't make any sense."

"Yes, this scene is..."

"Chief, it's them," the forensic expert declared. "Fortunately, their fingerprints were intact. That was the

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only thing not broken on their bodies."

"They met the most horrible death," Alistair said.

"That's what we can see, but the pieces of Cassandra show bruise marks, and Ernest's body smells faintly of gasoline," the forensic expert added. "So the plan was to kill all four of them."

"But whose plan was it?"

"Chief, we need to investigate who the monster behind this is."

"Yes, I'm going to..."

"You're not going to do anything." Alistair said, frowning

"What?"

"Why?"

"We need to investigate! Whoever did this might be a danger to society, and..."

"Whoever did this is a danger to no one, because what happened here was karma," Alistair said with sigh.

"What?"

"Who among you read the Turner couple's files?"

""Everyone did, but..."

"Then you know that no matter how much we dig through the grass and dirt at this location, we won't replace a clue pointing to who or what did this," Alistair said. "What do you mean, detective?"

"Chief, we found a clue," an excited officer said, showing a note. "It was found on Cassandra's body."

Alistair took the note and read it, then sighed deeply. "This is what I'm talking about," he said, handing the paper to his colleagues. "Read it and tell me what you see.

The officers read it and were even more confused as the content had nothing to do with the current situation. They noticed the paper was yellowed, indicating it was old. "This..."

"This pair of psychopaths began their criminal career as teenagers, but their group always cleaned up their messes... The only problem is that they made many, many enemies. People who were dissatisfied with the corrupt police system," Alistair explained. "So you're saying their victims were behind this?"

"Then we have a clue and.." one of the officers began excitedly.

"Even if we know the truth, there's nothing concrete linking anyone to this place. We're still investigating their crimes, and we have about fifty victims so far, with even more popping up.

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"Still, it's a start."

*Yes, but you know, us humans are complicated... Some forget and forgive sins, but others are vengeful. It's obvious that the ones who did this waited for the perfect moment to act." ""But..."

"This note... I saw it in a file. It was received by a woman along with the body of her five-year-old son even after she paid the ransom," Alistair said, taking the note again. "So, we go to her and..."

"Are you going to go to the current police chief and accuse her without evidence of her possible involvement in the deaths of the killers of her son?" Alistair asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm, Everyone quickly shook their heads, as doing so would mean the end of their careers.

"That's what I thought," Alistair sneered.

"But still, Chief, it's not acceptable for anyone to take justice into their own hands."

"Guys, this is where the saying applies: He who kills with the sword, dies by the sword," Alistair said, pulling out a cigarette to light it. "Anyone who loses a loved one violently harbors resentment inside... so what we're seeing here is the result of that accumulated hatred." "I think I understand it to some extent," said another officer, who had once sought revenge against a criminal who had harmed his younger sister.

At that comment, some grimaced, realizing they had become police officers seeking vengeance against criminals.

"Well, finish the formalities of clearing everything up and announce that these four are deceased. Case closed."

"But... Chief, I feel it's my moral duty to investigate their deaths because they were a family and..."

"Then look at it this way," Alistair said, staring into the officer's eyes. "They were already guilty and would have died in prison anyway, but they chose to escape and ended up serving themselves up on a silver platter to their enemies."

With that comment, all the officers fell silent. Justice had been served, but they had escaped voluntarily, so it was no longer their responsibility.

With that said, no one offered further opinions, and they just focused on collecting the evidence and removing the bodies from the scene.

Back at the department, the report was finished and given to their superiors as well as the media with the news that the Turner family had been found dead.

Reporters were promised an investigation into what happened to them, but they were all empty words; no one would be searching for the anonymous vigilantes who ended the lives of these criminals..