Trash Bag Secret Chapter 2

The moment Brittany's footsteps faded down the hall, my father-in-law, Arthur, stepped out of the guest bathroom. He had just finished a shower, his thinning hair still dripping wet.

He threw a sideways glance at me. Seeing me still standing in the living room, his bushy eyebrows immediately pulled together in a scowl.

"Weren't you supposed to take the trash out? Why are you just standing there like a statue?"

"Work emergency. Just replying to an email."

He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Always an excuse when I ask you to do one simple chore. Hurry up and get that garbage out of here before it attracts rats."

Watching his bizarre sense of urgency, a wild, absurd thought sparked in my brain.

Whenever Arthur had free time, he loved going over to Victor's place to play cards.

Every single time he came back from those long card games, he looked completely drained, heavily sweating, and the very first thing he did was hit the shower.

I had never thought much of it before.

But now, the puzzle pieces were snapping into place.

Were they actually playing cards?

Who exactly used the latex wrapper in that trash bag?

Victor lived entirely alone. He didn't date, didn't have female visitors, and kept to himself.

The only person who visited him several times a week was Arthur.

Could it be?

My eyes widened in shock, accidentally meeting Arthur's impatient glare.

His face darkened with anger.

"What the hell are you staring at? Move it!"