Chapter 140

Robert gazed at the statue a moment before breaking the silence. “Why does this sculpture look so much like Ms. Kennedy?”

Chase replied, “The sculptor knew how close Amanda and I were, so he used her face as a model.”

“The color of this sculpture…” Robert mused. He wasn’t an art expert, but something seemed amiss. Most statues were made of stone, plaster, or bronze—like the gilded ones in temples. This one, however, possessed a soft, flesh-pink hue, almost like real skin—an unusual feature.

“Robert, is there something odd about the sculpture?” I asked anxiously, hoping he would solve the mystery. Solving this puzzle might reveal the cause of my death!

After examining the statue closely, even tapping it gently, Robert came up empty. “Nothing really stands out. Let’s head inside.”

Before arriving, Robert learned this was the marital home Chase and I had shared. Except for a six-month period when I frequently visited to check on renovations, I hadn't been there much. Even the wedding suite was arranged by a planner and house staff; I wasn't involved. Finding clues about me here seemed unlikely.

Robert and his team searched the house thoroughly but found little of value.

“Mr. Reyes,” Robert said, “we’re moving on to the next location. Thanks for your cooperation. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Where are you headed?” Chase asked.

“The main crime scene. Forensics are already collecting evidence.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Chase was desperate to learn what happened to me. Although Robert initially refused, citing protocol, Chase promised to keep his distance, just wanting a glimpse. Robert relented, knowing Chase would likely go anyway. As they passed the statue again, my silent pleas went unheard.

The car drove away, and I watched the statue fade from view, despair washing over me. If they missed this, they might never uncover the truth. I hoped they’d find something at the last place I fell…

Over a month had passed since my death; any evidence might be washed away. Arriving at Ruby River, now cordoned off, the scene was cold, populated only by police and forensic experts. Unlike before, they were conducting a meticulous search, examining every detail.

Their diligence paid off. As Robert arrived, a forensic scientist approached him. “Officer Robert, we’ve found something. This appears to be the original crime scene.”

Chase rushed over. “What did you find?”

The expert eyed him cautiously. Robert intervened, “Mr. Reyes, I understand your eagerness, but civilians can’t be at the scene. Please wait in the car; I’ll let you know if we find anything.”

Despite his anxiety, Chase complied. He watched Robert enter the restricted area. I followed, overhearing the expert whisper, “Robert, we used Luminol last night, and thankfully, there’s been no recent snow. We’ve detected strong fluorescent reactions under some stones.”