Wine and Gun

Pritzker was trembling, not daring to look back at the man behind him.

And Gabriel looked at him languidly, and pointed to the seat opposite her.

"Sit down, sir," she said slowly, "we need to talk."

If it wasn't for his imprisonment, Herstal Armalet would probably never have used a bathroom of this size in the New Thacker Federal Prison.

The "bathroom" was actually a big steaming room, with glossy white tiled walls and rusted plumbing, and ugly red anti-slip mats on the floor. There is no such thing as a shower in the bathroom, just five showerheads in a row on both walls.

There were several guards guarding outside the bathroom, they searched every prisoner carefully, and then drove ten naked - with a bath towel - into the bathroom, and the whole process was anything but pleasant. . Not to mention that Hestal also has a small tail named Pfister. After taking off his clothes, this person looks thinner and thinner. He is tall enough but has no muscles. It is hard to imagine that such a person has never been in prison. been beaten.

What's even more irritating is that after Herstal started washing his hair, the man stood under the shower head next door and looked at him several times, then said to him in a very sincere tone: "Okay, I admit, even if you really If you can't get an erection, you win."

... So it's better to tune it up again, this inmate of Herstal is really heartless.

Herstal glared at each other in the sound of running water, hot water dripping down his hair and eyebrows. It was at this time that he heard a malicious voice behind him dragging a long choke and asking, "I heard that people who have been chemically castrated will become sissy bitches, right?"

Herstal discerned the direction of the sound, and there seemed to be a guy with a tattoo on his back that couldn't tell the original color of his skin. According to Feist, he was also a guy from the Latin King Gang. Obviously They didn't hesitate to ask him for trouble after the news of the probation test spread - it's the nature of people in prison to bully the weak, although it's not clear how "weak" was determined by them.

Hestal was too lazy to care about these people. He hastily washed the last bit of foam on his hair, then turned off the faucet, tied the bath towel, and planned to leave this place where his hygiene was not guaranteed to make him feel a little uncomfortable.

But as soon as he turned around, the guy covered in tattoos stopped in front of him with a single step.

At the same time, several other guys with obvious Latin features in the bathroom were slowly approaching him, forming a semi-circular encirclement just right.

The guy in the lead cleared his throat and didn't plan to cover up the wretched smile on his face: "Hello, beauty."

Given that the BAU members bought the tickets on the second day, on the night of the press conference, most of the profilers who were in a bad mood decided to go out and drink to drown their sorrows - which is common for most people after their failed cases Choice, or how else would they say that their department is often accompanied by anxiety disorders and gastrointestinal disorders?

Even John Garcia, who joined the department at the latest, was dragged away by others, and McCard refused the invitation. He knew that he was too serious in the eyes of most colleagues. not open.

So he finally decided to spend his time working out in the evenings, and in the absence of a gym, he often opted for long runs. The location of BAU's case is in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, which is called the "Venice of America" ​​because of the huge canal system, so McCard chose the river bank in front of the hotel as a night run. The site, along the river embankment all the way forward, the river water is almost pure black in the dark, and occasionally there is a trace of broken light under the illumination of the street lamps.

The night wind steadily brought wet water vapor, and they were not in a very lively neighborhood. There were few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few cat meows could be heard in the dark alleys. McCard was walking aimlessly along the river, and just as he was about to cross a stone arch bridge, he stopped abruptly.

On the railing of the arch bridge, only one street lamp was on, casting a moonlight white glow on the stone floor. There was a man standing under the lamp, his face immersed in the thick shadow cast by his forehead and hair. Under the lamp, his hair seemed to be black, and his eyes were a terrifyingly bright green.

Lavasa McCard stood about six or seven meters away from him, looked at him for a while, and then spoke calmly.

"Sunday gardener," he said.

"Hi," the other voice answered cheerfully, "meet again, Agent McCard."

Chapter 109 Under the cage 06

Bruce Pritzker has encountered many things that are bad enough for ordinary people in his life, including condolences to the wounded in the shooting, being yelled at by protesters, and being questioned by reporters with guns and sticks at press conferences, etc.; But if he were to recall it, he would say the worst moment of his life was when Gabriel Morgenstern appeared in front of him.

He couldn't figure out how those photos could have appeared in the hands of this woman who was obviously from a foreign country. It was impossible for Slade to pass this kind of thing into the hands of others. And through the vague hints between her words, he can be sure that this person has not only photos, but maybe even videos.

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