Part 2 “My mother-in-law thought she won”
The lead detective didn’t look at the groom groveling on the floor, nor did he glance at the mother-in-law, whose breath was coming in ragged, shallow gasps. His eyes, cold and analytical, locked onto mine. He reached into his heavy trench coat, pulled out a gold-embossed black folder, and held it up. “Beautiful trap, Ms….
