The morning air grew crisp as the police officers began cordoning off the immediate vicinity around the disputed grave. Detectives immediately took charge of the scene, examining the open casket and taking statements from the trembling funeral director. Lawrence Cobb was pushed against the hood of a cruiser, his expensive suit rumpled as cuffs clicked tightly around his wrists.
Verónica wept loudly, though her tears were entirely driven by self-preservation rather than any genuine remorse. She babbled incoherently about how the financial pressures of the construction firm had driven them to desperate measures. Clara watched her former daughter-in-law with an icy detachment, feeling nothing but profound disgust for the woman who had tried to sell out her own husband.
The young attorney who had offered his help earlier stepped forward to speak with the lead detective on the scene. He handed over a briefcase containing copies of the emergency corporate restructuring documents and fake burial authorizations. Clara listened closely as the lawyer explained how Lawrence and Verónica had schemed to exploit corporate insurance policies after a mysterious workplace incident.
