At this moment, he looked at the back of my hand under the white cloth and frowned as if he had discovered something.
He rushed to my body and lifted my hand with a pen.
The back of my hand was tattooed with my dad's badge number. Xavier could definitely find some clues.
But the next second, he let go of my hand, and the pen slipped down his palm.
He exchanged a look with Carson and shook his head in disappointment.
Only then did I remember that the murderer had cut the back of my hand with a knife before killing me. In addition, my body was immersed in the river, so he couldn't find any clues.
Seeing my rotting body with his own eyes, Xavier frowned and couldn't help retching.
After thinking for a while, he picked up his phone and made a call.
"Chloe, why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Are you watching a TV series?"
"I gotta interrupt you for a moment. Now, close the window leading out onto the balcony and the ones in the kitchen and lock all of them. The case I'm handling right now is a little tricky. I'll come back and celebrate your birthday when it's over, okay?"
I haven't seen him so gentle for six years.
The look in his eyes was loving and tender.