Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 16

Zhang and his boss cuffed Wei’s hands behind his back, and started walking him out.
“But one question was left, chloroform an anesthetic used in hospitals. Where did you get it?” Lee asked.
“That’s the thing, Lee, I knew you would eventually find out, but I wanted to leave one last mystery.”
“No, the true mystery is how could a murder be my best friend, for all these years, and never noticed.”