Detective Marcus walked out onto the high ocean balcony platform.
He looked down at the sharp rocks and white ocean foam.
Two rescue boats were already searching the choppy blue water.
Julian stood nearby holding his face in his hands trembling.
Julian: She was taking photos of the bright afternoon sky.
Marcus: Was she standing right near this loose wooden rail?
Julian: Yes, she lost her footing on the wet tiles.
Marcus bent down to inspect the clean stone floor tiles.
He noticed fresh scuff marks near the balcony doorway frame.
The marks looked like someone pulled back with great force.
He touched the wooden railing with his gloved hands carefully.
The railing was firmly secured to the stone support wall.
It did not wobble or bend under his heavy weight.
Marcus kept his quiet thoughts completely to himself for now.
He turned around to face the nervous young groom again.
Marcus: Where are her family members located right now?
Julian: Her stepdaughter is flying in from New York tonight.
Marcus: We need to search the house routine procedures, sir.
Julian: Of course, take whatever time you need here.
Julian walked into the study to pretend to make calls.
Marcus signaled his deputy to check the security camera system.
The deputy walked back from the basement after ten minutes.
Deputy: The security main wires were cut an hour ago.
Marcus: That is very convenient timing for an accident.
Down at the shoreline, the rescue boat spotted something bright.
A local fisherman was pulling his wooden boat near rocks.
He had seen the white dress floating near his net line.
He reached down into the cold water with strong hands.
Clara was breathing weakly and holding onto a floating crate.
The thick sea vegetation had caught her dress on impact.
It broke her fast fall right before she hit the water.
The fisherman pulled her onto his wooden deck carefully.
Clara coughed up salty ocean water onto the wooden floor.
Her skin was cold, but her eyes were filled with anger.
Fisherman: Hang on lady, I will get you to hospital!
Clara: No, call the police chief directly right now!
The fisherman wrapped a warm wool blanket around her shoulders.
Clara held the blanket tight around her soaked bridal gown.
She remembered the exact cold look in Julian's brown eyes.
She remembered his harsh evil words right before the push.
She was not going to let him steal her life away.
She took the fisherman's mobile phone into her shaking hands.
She dialed her personal attorney's private phone number immediately.
Attorney: Clara? Where are you right now?
Clara: Julian tried to kill me, stop him from leaving!