I move shakily to her body, my hand trembling, I touch her face, it was cold. She must have been dead for a while now. How on earth did she get here? Was she brought here. I imagine her being dragged, thrown to the ground, beaten and finally cold-bloodedly murdered. I shiver again.
She was almost unrecognizable, who would do something like this heinous to the poor woman?
Clark tries to shield me away from the ghastly sight. "We have to get you out of here, whoever did this, could still be around here somewhere."
"Call Giovanni." I say to him, "Call my husband."
He takes out his phone and types on it before bringing it to his ears "Mr D'errico. Something's happened... Yes, she's here with me...N—"He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.
Giovanni had hung up on him
Not long after,
