Mr. Edward’s forehead creased when I asked about his wife.
“Why are you asking about my wife detective? And what report did you receive exactly?” He asked.
“I would like to question the both of you. If you don’t mind, can you call her out please?” I demanded.
“Sure.” He said, then walked towards the staircase and yelled “Honey, can you come downstairs please?”
“Okay.” A woman’s voice yelled back.
Shortly after, I saw Mrs. Edward coming downstairs, she had a lot of meat in her body, she was chubby but had the shape of a hour glass.
The black dress she wore covered every part of her body, but was revealing as well because her curves looked pronounced in them and was capable of making a man melt his underwear. Her beauty was also something to write home about.
She looked frightened b
