Wine and Gun

Of course Hardy himself believed in giving Albarino the affairs of his daughter's side - until now, he had no other choice. But even so, even if he was only dealing with one side, things were about to overwhelm him. It is almost impossible to carefully search the three buildings. If Olga is here, they can still act separately, but now...

Hardy took a deep breath; a breath, but still couldn't quell the deafening beating of his heart.

Eleven forty-three.

"I can hear the whistle," Herstal said.

At the same time, Albarino suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car stopped neatly on the side of the road. I have to say that his way of parking is pretty neat, but then again - the other car owners who were horrified by his sudden behavior honked their horns like crazy behind him, plus it's definitely not a legal requirement to park place.

Of course Albarino didn't care so much. He opened the door and jumped out of the car. Before getting out of the car, he turned around and arranged for Hunter: "You call the ambulance first, and help me find where I can borrow ice packs. If the ambulance If she doesn't come right away, I'll have to give her first aid."

By the time he said the last few words, he had already sprinted onto the sidewalk and jumped into the yard of the nearest home with his hands on the fence. That's the only way to find that basement, of course, although in theory, that might violate some laws.

Herstal was a few steps behind him, only in time to see the back of him jumping into someone else's yard. In a way, he was still irritated, but probably more surprised: Albarino was more positive about it than he thought, because he shouldn't have cared. Herstal knew that "because Bart Hardy was a worthy opponent" was still not enough.

Albarino does, at certain times, can create a strange illusion of his tender nature, such as the dim light in the corner of the other's cabin when he wakes up narrowly, And the little smile on Albarino's lips when he handed him the bell on Christmas night.

That's what made him want to sigh.

Eleven forty-five.

Garcia said the two officers followed the car two blocks and were unfortunately thrown off at a terrifying high speed - but McCard didn't feel too anxious, just asked Officer Bull to arrange for some more people to go. Find there.

"Rolls-Royce should be easier to find," he said. "In short, don't act rashly after finding it. We don't have an arrest warrant, so we can only ask him to come to the police station to talk to us."

Despite what he said, Garcia still looked excited, as if he would find out that Orion Hunter was the murderer... But now, McCard hesitated instead: Erga was right, he also checked the registration files inside the WLPD, and Hunter was indeed a bounty hunter. Is this all just a coincidence, as Olga said? But why would a Hunter bounty hunter investigate the case of the butcher? Why didn't Olga say anything?

He vaguely had a hunch that this matter was gradually out of his control and was gradually leading to a worse outcome.

Eleven forty-nine.

"here!"

When Albarino heard Herstal's voice, he had just stepped over the freshly groomed flower beds of the two yards, bypassing a barking dog. It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that there will be a series of such jittery plots behind the race against time to rescue.

He jumped over a bush that had never sprouted new leaves, accidentally snapped several branches of the sprouted Canadian maple, and reached Herstal's side. The latter was standing in front of the basement of a neglected house, and through the dusty window, which was raised above the ground and seemed to have never been wiped, a small figure could be seen curled up in the filth. on the floor.

Jerome McEah had come from Buffalo before, and wouldn't be staying here for long. This is probably the unsold house he pried. The houses in this section are very expensive, and the apartment type is not comfortable for those who can afford that much money. Real estate developers may not bring customers to see the house every day.

These questions will be answered one by one after the suspects are arrested, and now is not the time to think about them. The two exchanged glances, and Albarino rushed to the door in three steps and two steps, and kicked the door open.

Unlike some forensic-themed criminal investigation dramas, the forensic doctors and profilers will definitely, definitely not often go to the door of the suspect's door to kick the door. Albarino's actions are unfamiliar, but fortunately the result is good: the door It opened with a crackling sound of wood cracking.

The two of them entered the house, and Albarino had an ominous premonition—he was worried that the suspect would be nearby, and the butcher of course liked to watch his victims in despair up close, if he thought that Hardy was more likely to sacrifice his wife than to sacrifice If the child is older, he will most likely choose to stay here.

Herstal quietly took out a knife from the inner pocket of his suit, and the blade flashed coldly as it unfolded—no one else could have imagined that this cold and well-mannered lawyer was carrying a knife with him, probably Only Albarino could imagine Herstal entertaining himself by stabbing the heads of his incomprehensible clients at any time.

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