Su Linyu touched a porcelain urn with hand-painted design. She was staring at it for almost an hour.
Her eyes blinked. She was still not convinced that it was her son whom she cremated that day.
Indeed, three days after Verdan Zhou went missing, the private investigators, with the help of the police, recovered his barely-resembling-a-car Peugeot 508, with an unrecognizable burnt body inside.
Thus, the investigators believed that it was her son and the search ceased. Their cover up included making the police treat the case as highly classified.
Despite all these, Su Linyu had doubts in the investigation. She might just be in denial, but she can feel that Verdan is still alive.
"Madam." A young man in a suit greeted.
Su Linyu jerked her finger off the urn and blinked multiple times, as if she just woke up from her trance.
She maintained a stern face. "Any news?"
"We haven't found him...but now, we have a lead." he was hesitant with his answer.
