Dear Arthur, Please Love Me Again

Jackson shook his head. "We haven't found the victim's left leg."

Just then, a police officer walked in carrying a plastic bag.

"This should be the victim's left leg! We just found it! It was in the trash bin downstairs at Arthur's place!"

Jackson attached the left leg to the body.

It was clear that the left and right legs were asymmetrical, with the left leg's bones angling abnormally.

Jackson exclaimed, "This is a clue! The victim had suffered an injury to this leg before, impairing their walking!"

Chris looked uneasy and cast a worried glance at Arthur.

"It was found in the trash bin beneath your apartment... and the leg had been injured. Maybe you should call Chloe?"

Arthur's face turned ashen.

"It couldn't be her. Chloe Kade called me late last night to vent, sounding very much alive and kicking!"

I couldn't help feeling disappointed. He had missed the clue again.

Indeed, I had called him at dawn.

But I hadn't spoken a word.

After all, by that time, I was in too much pain to speak.

Seeing Arthur mention me with undisguised disgust, I felt a sigh of relief.

He would probably be happy to know I was dead.

Chris hesitated repeatedly before finally speaking up.

"Arthur, why don't you head home and check in? It's mealtime already, and Chloe hasn't called you. Plus, the crime scene is so close to your house. Typically, we'd canvass the neighborhood.

"Just now, Louise and the others checked around your area. No one's missing except... they knocked on your door, and no one answered..."