Chapter four
Susan Mitchell, Jack's wife, sat in front of the TV twisting a pastel yellow floral handkerchief between her hands. Tears streamed down her face, and her mascara was running black.
"This is a special report about the Jack Mitchell case," the gray haired male reported said,
"I just got the police report that they received…" the reporter stopped for a moment,
"they received several fingers wrapped in purple plastic wrap along with some sort of video tape. The fingers, have been identified as Jack Mitchell's, one still had his wedding band on."
Susan gasped and began sobbing loudly, a tall dark haired man came into the room and put his arm around Susan saying, "What it is?"
Through her sobs she chocked out, "It's Jack…they--they got his fingers in the mail." She broke down crying harder on the man next to her.
The man slammed his fist down on his leg, clenching his teeth, "Son of a bitch." Tears weld up in his gray eyes. "Don't worry Susan, Jim will get him this time."
She was sobbed uncontrollable, wailing through her tears, "Oh Jack, please be alive."