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Waiting for Chu’s body to be discovered proved to be more than I could bear. I worked myself up into a fine state of anxiety that was almost overwhelming.
I kept wondering whether the police knew something about it, and were keeping the information to themselves in order to get the better of me. I told myself that this was impossible, and that the cops always release details when a murder victim has been found. But still, I had the nagging feeling that on this occasion they were departing from the norm because they were setting a trap for me of some kind.
Another source of anxiety was the lack of good subject matter for my columns. I had nothing to write about, other than the usual shoplifting stories, and writing about them was boring and depressing. God alone knows what the readers
