LOVE FROM THE MORGUE

EPISODE 4:*A Deadly inheritance*

Now that Madam Roberta Hanson had regained her strength, our relationship had taken a dramatic turn. We had grown closer, and our love had blossomed. One day, I returned home to find her in the shower. I couldn't help but be drawn to her naked body, and I found myself saying out loud, "Wow, what a beauty." She heard me and invited me to join her in the shower. We spent the rest of the day lost in each other's arms.

As we grew closer, Madam Roberta began to open up to me about her past. She told me about her wealthy upbringing, the properties and insurance money she had inherited from her father. She spoke about her husband, Mr. Hanson, and how their marriage was arranged by their families to maintain a long-standing friendship. But what she revealed next shocked me to my core.

"My husband is having an affair with his ex-girlfriend," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "He plans to marry her after he kills me and takes control of my inheritance and insurance money." I was horrified, but she continued, "I have proof of their affair and their plans. I recorded their conversations on my phone."

I asked her where the phone was, and she replied, "That's where you come in, Vincent. I need you to sneak into my house and retrieve the phone without being seen. My husband has bodyguards everywhere, and I don't know who I can trust." I agreed to help her, and she gave me directions to the phone's location.

Just as we were finalizing our plan, I received a call from the morgue. I was told to report immediately, but I was off duty that day. The caller insisted that it was a different issue, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Madam Roberta noticed my concern and told me to go and find out what was happening.

I reluctantly left Madam Roberta's side, my mind racing with possibilities. What could be happening at the morgue? Was it related to the missing body? I had a feeling that my life was about to take a drastic turn.

As I arrived at the morgue, I could sense a feeling of unease in the air. The staff was huddled together, whispering among themselves. I approached my supervisor, who looked at me with a mixture of concern and accusation.

"Vincent, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious. "The police are here, and they're asking questions about a missing body."

My heart sank, and I knew that I was in trouble. The game was afoot, and I was right in the middle of it.