Behind The Pseudonyms

WARNING: This story contains explicit material and some languages which may not be appropriate to everyone.
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This is my first story ever. I hope you enjoy reading every part of this psychological thriller. Comments and suggestions are most welcome.
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PROLOGUE

Head investigator, Brent Sherwood found a very distraught young woman at the crime scene. She was hiding in the walk-in closet behind the hanging wardrobes of the dead man.
Her eyes were wary and scared.
He asked for her name.
"Nikola", she whispered in thick Italian accent. Her voice was full of anguish and despair .
"Are you the dead man's daughter?" Brent asked the young woman whose exotic beauty was covered with sweat, tears and great fear.
She shook her head and mumbled, "Wife".
There's a pang of regret that stuck in his throat. In that moment of disbelief, he immediately erased that first impression to console a bereaved woman.
Whoever believes in love at first?
Such foolishness should be deleted off his mind.

His feelings must not cloud his judgement. He must act in accordance to his job even if it's his first time to admire a woman after 3 years in solitude.
Did she kill her husband? That's the question he must unravel before focusing on his own personal motive.