The Box

"Sure." I replied.

"How did James Riley die?" The officer asked.

I told the officer, "I saw him going to the kitchen, grabbing a knife, and then he slit his throat."

"But don't you think that's a bit bazaar", the officer said.

"Yeah... But that's what he did. Maybe he wanted to commit suicide instead of staying in jail for the rest of his life with Jackson." I replied. The officer nodded.

"Okay. Thanks for your time."

"Hey, officer. James took my dog. And my dog is still there at his house." I told the officer.

"Don't worry, your dog will come home either today or tomorrow morning." The officer said.

"Thanks."

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the doorbell. When I opened the door, two police officers were standing with my dog Shooshoo.

I was so happy that Shooshoo was all right.

"Thank you very much. I said.

"You're welcome. We are glad your dog is all right." One of the officers said. "Goodbye, ma'am."
Before the officers were about to leave, I said, "Was Jackson arrested?"

"Yes, he was. After we arrested him, we found your dog, and we brough him to you." One of the officers replied.

I smiled. "Okay. Thank you."

I closed the door of the house after the officers left.