It Effin' Bugs Me!

I know this is going to sound crazy, but the thing that bugs me about mysteries is not knowing all the answers. I think I read mysteries faster than any other genre because I can't stand not knowing. Take my third book, Tell No One, for instance. The guy's wife is dead. Murdered, her body beaten and branded. And positively identified, mind you. Now, eight years later, on their anniversary, he receives an anonymous email with a link. The link takes him to a webcam where at a specific time his supposedly dead wife pops up and tells him she's sorry before she disappears again.

Well, that's not cool! How is it possible? Was it someone else's body, all part of a big cover-up? Is it a twin sister? I want an Oompa Loompa now, Dad-dee! 11:52pm + 320 pages to go= Book Kitten is pulling another all-nighter. Oh, well, as they say, no rest for the wicked...curious.