Chapter Forty One

They always say everything in life happens for a reason. But that's not true. Then what are those reasons when innocent people are abducted or killed? Did those innocent people do a crime and try to cover it up? No one knows and no one will ever know. Lives that are taken can never be replaced.

My body was rigid as I sat on the leather couch. My shoulders slumped as I stared out to space. I could feel everyone soothing me or trying to touch me but I couldn't respond. My entire body and mind was elsewhere as different emotions take me over.

My Grandma's body was in the kitchen but there was no blood. No signs of a fight or anything to say that she was killed in cold blood. Her body was just on the floor and her eyes were wide open. I still couldn't get the image out of my head. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that they killed her. They didn't get to me so they went after her.

"Miss Romirez, I'm detective Conwell. After inspecting the body some more I found no visible cu