153: Missing Corpse

The news spread like wildfire the following morning. Headlines screamed: "Mr. Radcliffe's Corpse Stolen from Morgue!" The story dominated every television screen, radio broadcast, and social media feed.

For Emily, the news was a crushing blow. She sat in the living room, surrounded by her family, her face pale and eyes swollen from crying. "Why won't they let him rest in peace?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "They're still fighting him, even in death."

Her mother, Dolores, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We will find out who did this, Emily. I promise you."

Meanwhile, Calvin Johansson was seething with fury. The wound on his arm throbbed, a constant reminder of the violence that had taken Eric from them. His mind kept circling back to one name: Jacob McCall.

"He's behind this," Calvin muttered to himself, pacing his office. He couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t let this go. Despite the pain in his arm, he was determined to confront Jacob.

He gathered his men and drove to