My body parts were carefully emptied from the evidence bags, one by one. It took several forensic doctors three days and three nights to piece them together before finally reconstructing the form of a human figure. My head was badly damaged, beyond recognition. Several body parts were missing, some flesh having been washed away, while my left ear and a leg bone were gone.
The only part that remained relatively intact was my uterus. However, even that held a horrifying truth. It had been brutally cut open and crudely sewn back together. During the examination, unidentified powder spilled out from the uterus, its purpose a mystery.
After conducting a test, the police believed that the incident was a deliberate act of revenge by a drug cartel. In that case, they informed the anti-narcotic team for a collaborative investigation. This just so happened to be my husband, Jayden Williams' specialty. He was the youngest captain in the unit, known for solving tough cases.
Even the police did not have iron stomachs. The sight of my remains sent shivers and nausea through both teams. Jayden frowned deeply as his face turned pale with disgust as he fought back the urge to vomit.