After that, he turned around and left. This time, he didn't even listen to Carson.
I forced a smile and felt sorry for Carson.
In the past six years, without his secret help, I might not even afford to go to school.
If I had known that I would be targeted and die miserable, I would have saved some tuition fees to buy Carson some kebabs.
When Dad was still alive, he liked to eat kebabs and drink with him.
Bitterness welled up in my chest, and I couldn't breathe.
Several police officers who were investigating the case slept in the car for the whole night, and the people on duty tried to fish out my fingers overnight.
Early in the morning, the third search was over, but they still found nothing.
Xavier woke up early. He looked grim when the rescue team members all frowned.
Carson came over and said with a serious face, "It seems that the key to this case is the fingers."
"What's wrong with the fingers?"
Xavier replied coldly, "There is either evidence of a murder or clues of the deceased's identity on them."
After a while, Carson suddenly remembered something and immediately grabbed Xavier's arm.
"Xavier, if I remember right, Harper lost two fingers on her right hand, didn't she?"