The perfect groom ||

38. Tough decisions

Ambar POV

I sat in my cabin, wondering about the stats on my screen. There was something that I was not noticing. Something right infront of my eyes.

There has to be a clue.

I close the excel sheet and open the tab to type an email as my door swung open.

"I swear to God, this girl on the front desk has a..." my wife says entering my cabin as I look at her and immediately get up from my chair walking to her.

She pauses her blabbering and looks at me as I hug her tight and kiss her forehead.

"What's wrong?" She asks as I let her go, taking her hand and guiding her to the couch.

"Nothing." I say as she sits down and I lay down putting my head in her lap.

"Tough case?" she says, her fingers running through my hair.

"Like an unsolvable puzzle."

"Can I help?" she asks as I chuckle.

"A vet can't solve a theft... Wait... Yes..." I say and get up, fetching my laptop and sitting by her side. I shuffle through some folders and open the videos and photos evidence from the unsuccessful raid I had conducted, a day ago.

"Do you see anything abnormal, in these pictures. You're a vet and must visit farms often." I ask.

"What are we looking for here?" Samayra says focusing on the screen.

"A dozen very small valuable diamonds. There's a network of a few gangs that sells very valuable stolen antique goods and diamonds. We traced the location to this place, and then... This farm house is a dead end. We searched everywhere we could."

"Are those turkey's layers or broilers?" she asks as I look at her confused.

"English please?" I groan.

"Are these egg purpose or meat purpose birds?"

"Umm... How does that matter?"

"Those are... too fat..."

"So more profit?" I answer.

"No, after a particular weight and age, broilers eat more feed and gain less weight. That is not profitable. The meat is harder and less juicier. But if it's for laying, fat birds lay smaller eggs and in less numbers due to poor conversion of..."

"I'm sorry, I don't get you."

"Open those damn birds or go under those cages and find your diamonds in the litter area." She says.

"You mean they fed it to the birds?"

"The one area you can't look into is... Ding dong... Their bellies. They feed it to the birds and then load them in a truck, out of the farm and escape your security checks." She says as I get up and find my baton, and police hat.

"I'll catch up later." I say pecking her cheek as she looked at me like she wanted to say something, but didn't and I walked out shouting for my crew.

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The next sale was in progress as we hijacked, took special permissions and got the post mortem done. The govt. Vet found 2 diamonds in one turkey with the highest body weight as we took the rest into custody including the main suspect. I questioned him and put the case up for court trial.

I stopped on my way to her house, buying a bouquet of flowers as I went to see her after 4 days from the big revelation.

She sat in the gazebo on the rainy Saturday evening with a huge mug of coffee in her hand. I parked my car as the gardener and cleaner guy whose name I always forget comes running with an umbrella.