Shadows of deceit : The Augustus secret

Prologue

The dim and dark light of the early morning sun cast the area in an eerie shadow, as the clouds hung low in the sky, blocking out the sun and covering everything in a thick mist.

A thick layer of fog settled on the surrounding area, bringing with it a feeling of dread and unease. The police cars and ambulances were a strange contrast to the peaceful serenity of the area, as they illuminated the driveaway with their flashing lights and loud sirens.

I stood in the shadow of a nearby tree, watching in silence as the bodies were transported out of the house one by one. No one speaking, no one moving. It was like time itself had come to a standstill.

The body bags left behind a trail of dark, thick blood wherever they were dragged. The red color of the blood was a stark contrast to the cold air that surrounded us, as if a splash of color had been added to a black-and-white painting.

Every time a body was moved, the trail of blood grew a bit deeper, leaving a macabre reminder of the horrific events that had taken place here. It was as if someone had painted the scene in the colors of death, turning what could have been a peaceful morning into a dark and gruesome spectacle.

"It's only a matter of time before people start asking questions," my lawyer mumbled beside me, sounding like he thought I cared. I didn't.

I kept my eyes focused on the image of my dead parents being hauled away in those ambulances that had probably carried countless worthless corpses before them.

Just a bunch of nameless worthless meat sacks, not worth the same as my parents anyways.

A smirk threatening to creep onto my face at the thought.

The irony.