CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
While he was seething on the inside, Oliver Wagner’s outward demeanor had the appropriate amount of shock, disbelief, and overall grief. The two detectives from Colorado and one from Tampa had just informed him that his missing wife, who had been presumed dead, had, in fact, been alive up until two days ago. According to them, she’d been murdered, wrapped in a rug, and tossed into a river, where she was discovered by two f*****g fishermen.
Damn it to hell.
If Craig Allen didn’t kill those two f*****g idiots Oliver had hired, he would do it himself. They were supposed to ensure the body could never be found or identified. And not only had the jackasses not followed orders, but the police had been able to ID Carrie by her fingerprints within hours after she was discovere
