035.

The man tried consoling his wife.

They had taken the corpse in for autopsy. The result was out and this must be the toughest for a cop.

Reporting death to the deceased family.

Winston walked into the room where they were waiting. The woman nearly pouncing on him, grabbed his shirt as her being shook, "that's not my angel right?" Her eyes were bloodshot.

Winston bit his lips.

"I'm sorry", was all he could mutter.

Her wailings filled the entire room, but Winston had one more question to ask. He couldn't definitely ask the mourning wife so he drew her husband aside, presenting a picture of Conrad before his eyes and asking, "do you know him?"

"No", the man shook his head.

"Please think well...", Winston urged him. He shouldn't be doing this in this situation but he needed answers. Winston had this hunch that conrad had something to do with the disappearance cases.

The man took the phone from his hand, peering deeper into the picture before a 'yes' escaped his lips.

"I'm barely at home,
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