My Everyday Life With A Psycho

11

The young policeman who gave me the clothes that day stood at the gate and looked at me with a smile. "Madam, do you remember me?"

I nodded, feeling a little nervous.

He showed me his police ID card. It turned out that his name was Christopher Lopez.

The name seemed a little familiar.

But I could not remember where I heard it.

"I accidentally lost that coat last time," I muttered with embarrassment.

However, Christopher responded, "It doesn't matter. I'm here to ask you something."

He then took out a stack of photos and put them in front of me.

Seeing the faces in those photos, my heart pounded faster.

"Ms. Hannah, do you know the people in these photos?" Christopher questioned.

I had seen what they looked like before they died.

I pointed to Francis and Tiana in the photo. "I know them. Tiana was my middle school classmate, and Francis was my former tenant."