The mother lowered her head. – I don’t know him. He should not be there.
The workers turned pale. – Impossible. We received it sealed.
Everything was locked…
“Who arranged the coffin delivery?” a man demanded. – A private firm. Through a broker.
Order came online. Cash only. Silence.
Someone pulled out a phone to call the police.
Later, at the station, it was revealed: the corpse was an accountant for a construction company who had gone missing days earlier. The firm faced allegations of fraud, money laundering, and fa:ke contracts. Reports said he had prepared evidence for prosecutors—then vanished.
Investigators discovered the funeral company had been forged, stolen with false documents, and given a request for “sealed transport.”
The girl’s burial was genuine. Yet beneath her body, they concealed a man who might have testified. One clue remained: a faint glove imprint on the plastic covering the corpse.
It was enough to launch the case. The mother swore until the end she had no knowledge. And she was believable—her own grief had shattered her.
But someone exploited that loss, that chaos, and decided the safest place to hide a witness was beneath another person’s grave.
