“Do you still want that cranberry cake from the shop in Laiden City? I'll pick it up on my way back.”
He drove away with a smile on his lips, leaving the forensic doctor looking at the police officer in confusion. “The test results just came in. The victim’s blood type is Rh negative, panda blood. If I remember correctly, when his ex-wife was injured and taken to the hospital, her blood type was also Rh-negative, the panda blood, right?”
“And as far as I know, there’s only one recorded case in our whole city. Maybe you should try contacting him again?”
***
Since Carl drove very fast, I had to push myself to keep up.
As I watched him wrap the cranberry cake carefully and place it securely under the car's air conditioning, I recalled how he had always clumsily messed up the mouse cake that I craved to eat, until it was ruined. Under my careful instructions, he finally learned how to preserve the cake intact.
As soon as we pulled into the garage, he rushed back home without stopping and back to the marital room that we shared.
The moment he opened the door, I felt a bit dazed since the room that I had personally decorated had changed beyond recognition in just half a year.