Wine and Gun

Chapter 78 Blood Spring 12

Eleven days later—

While Bart Hardy was sitting behind his desk working on the hill of papers, Officer Bull pushed the door open.

For a week, Sergeant Bull had inexplicably swung his nose in front of him, leaving Hardy at a loss. In retrospect, this situation seems to have started last Wednesday.

That morning, Bull brought news of one of his informants--Bull wouldn't say who his informant was, and Hardy didn't ask, anyway, most police would hide things like this-- It has been pointed out that the bodies of the children who were dumped in the water may have come from a suburban estate that once belonged to the late newspaper tycoon Philip Thompson.

Bull's informant said that Thompson left a fun-seeking club still in operation that collected children for the enjoyment of its members: a good statement, and in line with the BAU's approach to the case. Qualitative, it has to be concerned.

Over the past week, Hardy and the others have spent all their time monitoring the head of the club, Kabbah Slade, while the other team has done a lot of hard work and finally confirmed two points:

First, there is absolutely something illegal going on in the clubs in Slade, if not incarceration and sexual abuse of children, but also gatherings of prostitutes, gambling, and drug use, none of which is legal in Westland; second , there is a suspicious building that has been handed over to a private and used to be a church welfare home, Mr. Rowan, Slade's assistant, goes there two or three times a week, which is probably where they hold the kidnapped children. .

But despite this, the police did not act immediately: these criminals were very cunning. If they attacked the orphanage first, the criminals would definitely destroy the evidence. If they wanted to arrest them, they could only seize the stolen goods and get them. They're now counting on Slade to throw another membership party and take the kids to Sequoia Manor, and that's the proof.

That's why the police and the FBI have been monitoring suspects in four shifts a day these days, and Hardy just finished his shift this morning and has only now had time to deal with the backlog of documents.

Although the police were so busy, Hardy hadn't seen Albarino again for a while. Tommy, who occasionally came to the police station to help deliver materials, said that, by coincidence, Albarino is now too busy: the gangsters in Dongcheng have engaged in another fire and dozens of people were injured. Half of the people in the forensic medicine bureau were pulled for scar identification; and the prosecutor's office wanted to take the opportunity to prosecute a gangster boss. There were three forensic doctors in this case who had to appear as technical witnesses, including Albarino.

This suffices to say that in the very unscientific intermittence of busyness and leisure, everyone is always busy at the same time. So he wasn't particularly surprised when Officer Bull rushed in when Hardy's report had only been written three times.

"There is news from the monitoring team at Sequoia Manor," Bull said hurriedly as soon as he entered the door. "Streede went out today, look at the direction of the car, he may be heading towards the church welfare home."

"Really!" Hardy was greatly surprised. Their only hope was that those children would be sent to Sequoia Manor, so as to convict Slade. I didn't expect that there would be such a method as Slade himself. . Hardy pushed the documents in front of him randomly and asked, "The SWAT guys are already on their way?"

"Already on the way," replied Inspector Bull, looking a little too good, even smug, "Agent McCard and his team are on their way too, let's go too. "

Hardy nodded and stood up.

Meanwhile, Herstal and Albarino are sitting in a rented SUV. The car was parked in an overgrown clearing behind the building that used to be a church welfare home in the suburbs.

There's a campground nearby, and people who fish and pitch their tents to watch the stars park their cars nearby, so the SUV doesn't look particularly conspicuous. Especially now that the sun is almost leaving a faint red line at the end of the horizon, and everything looks very hazy in such a lack of lighting in the wild.

Albarino sat in the spacious back seat with a large mess of paper on his lap. On top was a floor plan of what seemed to be a building, with red pen a lot of annotations on the side. He was stretching the corner of the picture with one hand and said, "Okay, we can finally straighten out the plan."

Herstal glanced at Albarino in the rearview mirror and saw only a shaggy top. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I remember that you were not so cautious when you were single."

"We mentioned this when we were following Anthony Sharp, do you remember?" Albarino laughed bitterly, "What did you say at that time? I have to follow your pace under the circumstances. Come? I think this is a good time to come at your own pace—it's your case."

Herstal blinked, it was hard to guess what he was thinking at this moment, he just asked back: "Do you think so?"

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