THE BLOODSTAIN

Daisy placed the washed, glasses in the cupboard, then stooped to wipe crumbs from the antique table. Uber was outside, she had no time to clean the bloodstain on the Persian. Her suitcase contained only bare essentials. 

She and Paul would buy what they need with her insurance payout after Arthur arranged his own disappearance a year ago when they “framed” Paul for Arthur’s “murder”. Now he’s really dead. No complaints about her stupidity again. She’ll miss the cat and hopes someone would check on her. Arthur’s body sprawled on the floor would be enough to feed her for a while.