Chapter 1After My Tragic Death, Dad Kept Working And Doing Extra For Everyone

After my brutal death, Dad kept delivering more orders, day and night.

He was always on time, even offering to take out customers' trash on his way down.

It didn't take long before the property manager began to suspect something dark, that maybe those missing tenants were actually hidden in the garbage bags Dad took downstairs.

Dad only chuckled calmly at this.

“I’ve been running deliveries around here for ten years, and you’re still questioning me?”

In front of the police, Sam Hendricks, the property manager, dragged over a trash bag leaking blood.

A few bystanders, straining to watch, nearly gagged.

The officers quickly cleared the crowd and surrounded Dad.

“Officer, it’s him,” Sam said, his hand trembling as he pointed at Dad, fear and suspicion heavy in his eyes. “The last few tenants who ordered from him—well, they’re all gone now.”

Dad stood still, holding several trash bags in each hand. Despite the sudden chaos, his expression stayed calm.

He set down the bags, raised his hands, and let the police approach.

“Sir, we have reason to believe you’re involved in recent disappearances. Please cooperate with the investigation,” one officer ordered, his voice cold.

Dad shrugged and nodded, unfazed. “Go ahead. I’ve been delivering here for nearly ten years now, every day. Not like I’m going anywhere.”

When they tore open the bloodied trash bag from Sam, all they found were dead rats.

“It’s not illegal to kill rats, is it, Officer?” Dad shrugged, leaning back.

But the officers ignored him, determined to keep searching.

All they found, though, was a pile of trash and some unclaimed food deliveries—until one of them reached the bottom of the delivery cooler, where a metal box lay hidden.

The K9 unit started barking furiously.

When the officer pried the lid open, a sharp smell of blood spilled out, making the bystanders gag.

Inside was a box filled with raw, bloodied scraps.

Dad stayed calm, even apologizing to the crowd. “Sorry, hadn’t processed those kidneys yet. Bit gamey; should’ve soaked ‘em in some vinegar…”

The officers pressed him down and barked, “Enough games, Frank Collins. Where are those missing people?”

“And your daughter, Lily Collins, has been gone for nearly two weeks. You filed a report, then pulled it back. What did you do to her?”

“File a report?” They shoved him to the ground, but he only laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “If I’d waited for you to find her, she’d have rotted by now.”

Following him silently, I felt my soul ache with every word.

I’m already dead, so why does it still hurt?

Dad always called me stupid. All my life, I was the one he’d berate.

Now, the police were shoving Dad out the door, bringing him to his apartment.

The freezer in the center of the room immediately caught everyone’s attention.

When they carefully opened it, the stench made even the officers grimace in disgust.

Inside, lying in a twisted heap, was me.

The missing Lily Collins, my body horrifically mangled.