-Ring ring! Ring ring!
The shrill ringing of the telephone startled Margot awake from her sleep.
She turned on the bedside lamp and looked at the clock by her bed. 3 a.m.? Who would be calling at this hour?
The question didn't linger for long—Margot quickly remembered her beloved, irresistible lover, and immediately picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" Margot greeted tentatively.
"Margot, it's me!" Josh's voice came through the line.
"Josh, why are you calling so late? Do you have news about that matter?" Margot's voice trembled slightly when she realized it was really Josh.
"There's news, but it has nothing to do with us," Josh said. His tone was a bit strange, but Margot didn't notice.
"Yes, I understand. It has nothing to do with us!" Margot took a deep breath.
"No, I mean it literally. Tony Wendis is dead, but it wasn't our people who did it!" As soon as Josh heard Margot's words, he knew she misunderstood, so he bluntly recounted what had happened.
Of course, the part where Josh "finished him off" was deliberately omitted.
As long as that part was left out, then even if their call was being tapped, Tony Wendis' death would have nothing to do with Josh.
It was all because Tony Wendis drove drunk, crashed into another car, got into a conflict, and was accidentally killed… As long as the police investigated the scene even slightly, they would easily come to that conclusion.
Upon hearing Josh's words, Margot was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
After all, she had always been a well-behaved girl. Even though she had resolved to get rid of Tony Wendis, it would be impossible to say she wasn't nervous inside.
Now, Tony Wendis was dead—and it had nothing to do with her.
That made her feel completely at ease.
"Josh, I miss you…" Elated, Margot began to sweet-talk Josh over the phone, completely ignoring the fact that the dead man was her husband.
"Baby, I miss you too. But now's not the time. I estimate the police will probably come find you tomorrow morning. When they do, apply some pressure depending on the situation and get them to wrap this case up quickly. Once it's settled, we can be together openly," Josh comforted her over the phone.
Margot expressed her understanding.
The two lingered in sweet conversation for a while before Margot reluctantly hung up.
After hanging up, Margot, slightly giddy with excitement, didn't go back to sleep. Instead, she happily opened a bottle of champagne.
As she sipped alone, Margot suddenly remembered something.
That dead husband of hers—he was a tennis player and had taken out quite a few insurance policies.
Now that he was dead, it seemed she might be entitled to a large compensation payout.
She hadn't thought of this earlier because Josh had originally said they would make the bastard "disappear."
If someone just disappears and death can't be proven, the insurance company has grounds to refuse the claim.
So Margot hadn't thought about that angle.
But now, if the bastard was officially ruled to have been accidentally killed, then as long as the policy didn't have a clause stating that losses caused by a third party are the third party's responsibility, the insurance company would have to pay in full.
The bastard's premiums weren't cheap—and Margot had been the one paying them. Naturally, she was also the beneficiary.
How much was the total compensation again? Could it be a few million?
Wow. With his death, Margot's net worth was probably going to double overnight.
'What a good guy!'
Thinking of this, Margot felt the same kind of sentiment Josh had.
All the hatred she once had for Tony Wendis vanished completely.
As a thank-you, she decided she must give the guy a grand funeral. Otherwise, it would be unworthy of those millions in compensation!
Time flew by quickly, and morning arrived.
Just as Josh predicted, a little after 8 a.m., while Margot was enjoying her morning tea, the police arrived.
And it was none other than Lieutenant Dietrich—the officer in charge of Josh's previous case.
Although Tony Wendis didn't die in Dietrich's jurisdiction, he was still a resident of Dietrich's area.
Yes, there were no surprises—Tony Wendis was dead. Thoroughly dead.
It was around 5 a.m. when his body was discovered by a passerby. Due to the low temperature, the body had already gone stiff.
Police found numerous bruises on his body from a beating but the real cause of death was a massive head injury to the back of the skull.
"Hello, Lieutenant. What brings you to me so early?" In the sitting room, Margot instructed a servant to make coffee while asking the visiting Dietrich.
"I'm sorry to disturb you so early, Mrs. Wendis, but I regret to inform you—your husband has passed away," Dietrich said.
"What? My husband is dead? What happened?" Margot feigned shock but showed no signs of sorrow—because she truly wasn't sad, and there was no need to pretend.
Any competent officer would be able to uncover the fact that their marriage had been strained.
Under such circumstances, pretending to be grief-stricken would only raise suspicion.
"Mrs. Wendis, it seems your relationship with your husband wasn't very harmonious?" Dietrich asked curiously.
"Heh, Lieutenant, what kind of reason do you think would make a husband with no job stay out all night without coming home?" Margot replied calmly.
Hearing this, Lieutenant Dietrich suddenly realized he had asked a stupid question.
From the preliminary investigation, he already knew the victim's movements before his death… the guy had just left a brothel.
With such a young and beautiful wife like Margot at home, and he was out all night at places like that?
No one would believe their relationship was fine.
But just as Josh had predicted, Dietrich did not suspect Margot because based on the crime scene, the police had basically concluded that Tony Wendis was killed in a drunken crash and then beaten to death by the other party. And it wasn't just one assailant.
More importantly, based on the evidence found at the scene—like the damaged car left behind—the police had already locked onto suspects and linked them to a jewelry robbery gang that had recently caught police attention—the same four men in suits Josh had seen.
By sheer coincidence, those four weren't just involved in shady dealings—in the past few months, they had robbed three jewelry stores in Chicago and already had a murder charge hanging over them.
And the one handling their case? None other than Lieutenant Dietrich.
For Josh and Margot, this was another group of "good people."
All that can be said is: So many good people.