Right Here Waiting

'Is Cassandra's identity really that simple?'

Arthur leaned back in the chair wearily and rubbed his eyebrows. Recently, he was exhausted to deal with this case, but it seemed that the case was heading for an unpredictable abyss.

The truth, seemed to be shrouded in a mist, ethereal and winding, and no one could find out the truth behind the case.

But as police, they had to solve the case and seek justice for the dead, which was their bottom line.

Arthur exhaled a turbid breath, took out a lollipop from his pocket, opened it and put it into his mouth. His eyes were unfocused, and his voice was a little hoarse. "We've found out more and more mysteries about this case. I can't tell you some details for the time being, but from the evidence we've collected, you're indeed innocent, but I can't figure out one thing."

Cassandra's eyes flashed, "You can't figure out why the murderer chose me."

Arthur's throat moved slightly, and there was an unprecedented loss in his eyes. Then he said slowly, "Yes, if the murderer just wants to find a scapegoat, he can choose any person, as long as he can create some false evidence, the scapegoat can't deny it in front of the irrefutable evidence. But why did he choose you?"

Arthur was right. Why did the murderer do that?

If he was trying to frame a scapegoat, it would be much easier to find an ordinary person than to find a well-known star. But the murderer chose her. Was it a coincidence or did he do it on purpose?

Cassandra couldn't figure it out, so she asked Greyson to continue the investigation.

Cassandra scratched her head and said innocently, "Maybe it's the right time. After all, before Lance's death, I was the last person to see him. Generally speaking, the last person to see the dead is more likely to be a suspect."

Hearing this, Arthur kept silent for a few seconds and then shook his head. "No, if it's the right time, there won't be no clues left on the scene, nor any signs of fighting. The scene is too

erned the core of the case.

Cassandra nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Arthur. I will be careful."

The two of them talked about the case for a while, then Arthur sent Cassandra back to the parking lot in person. As soon as the two of them arrived, Cassandra saw a light green traffic ticket stuck under the car windshield.

Cassandra was speechless. She was helping Arthur and others solve the case, but she was punished. She was sad...

The ticket might be late, but it would never be absent.

Arthur was also embarrassed. He looked around and found that there was indeed no other place to park. But it was the rule, he couldn't break it first.

Arthur cleared his throat, "This ticket is only a fine without any deduction. You can pay it online. If you have anything that you don't understand, you can call me."

Cassandra was amused. If she couldn't even deal with a ticket, wouldn't she be an idiot?

The two of them pretended to be hypocritical and exchanged pleasantries with each other. Then Arthur walked quickly away. Cassandra took a look at the ticket, took a photo of it and sent it to Martin, followed by two shameless crying emoticons.

A few seconds later, Martin called in.

As Cassandra started the car, she picked up the phone and complained, "Martin, my car is so cool. How can they give me a ticket?"