Wine and Gun

But obviously the girl in the red dress doesn't think so, after all, Albarino's "stable relationship" includes some sweet talk and breakfast and lunch in addition to spending the night together, and a glittering and charming guy like him is willing to give himself All the sweet conveniences your partner has to offer.

Unfortunately, no one thinks that the shirtless man who wakes up and sees you scrambled eggs in your kitchen is just your best friend.

Olga obviously understood Albarino's logic and what kind of misunderstandings those girls and boys would have. She sat back in her seat and looked at him amusingly: "But I also told you not to change partners so often, didn't I?"

"It has nothing to do with the length of time, anyway, I have never left the impression of stepping on two boats before," Albarino said, giving Herstal a stern glance.

"Remember what you said to me today, and then make this oath." Herstal retorted, obviously, after three glasses of wine, his words changed slightly.

"Ha, if you promise to go to bed with me, I will dignifiedly separate from others first. I can even take an AIDS test before I start dating you." Albarino sneered, "Mr. Amarette, I'm the traditional type who goes on three dates before going to school."

Olga showed a tangled expression that she didn't know which part to complain about.

"Anyway, Olga, you asked Herstal to settle the bill today, and my fragile heart needs to be made up." Albarino said, in addition to the bloody nose, he also had terrible pain under his cheekbones, the girl was really heavy, Tomorrow those positions may be bruised.

Olga glanced at him incredulously: "I don't think you are so sad."

"Because we have to learn to enjoy the pleasures of the world as much as possible, Olga." Albarino was silent for two seconds, then suddenly said, "Besides, I'm not always without gains."

He crumpled the tissue in his palm and gave Herstal a narrow smile as he stood up, his cheekbones a little red now, but his eyes still looked surprisingly bright.

Herstal sighed and began to touch his credit card.

The next morning, Albarino was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

It was Saturday, he didn't have to go to work, and he didn't set an alarm clock. When he staggered and walked barefoot to open the door, he could see a gloomy, lead-grey sky outside.

Autumn in Westland is always long and gloomy. It rains for a third of the month. When he opened the door, the cool autumn wind in early October sneaked in from the door, mixed with Some needle-like cold and sharp raindrops hit him.

But Bart Hardy stood at the door of his house with a gloomy expression, burying himself in a black funeral-like overcoat, with two taut police officers standing beside him.

The three of them all stared at him, as if he were a monster - or he appeared to them in the form of a monster he had hidden in his heart - the picture was a little weird.

"Hi, Bart," Albarino gave him a tired smile, his cheekbones fully swollen by this time, aching with every twitch of the corner of his mouth. "What's the matter so early?"

Hardy looked at him for a moment with a complicated expression, as if trying to say what to say, and then he seemed to give up and simply said, "Someone's dead."

He didn't say anything more, but slowly reached out his hand, holding a photo in front of Albarino: it was a common scene photo, full of scales and hues. 's evidence signs, as he sees them every day. The background of the photo is obviously a bleak scene of dirty water and gray alleys, wet and cold.

In the middle of the photo is a woman lying down with a swollen face, disheveled hair, bruised cheeks and cracked lips that make for a horrific image. She was apparently dead, and had been beaten horribly before she died.

There was a knife in her chest, the gleaming blade standing upright among the many messy, bloody wounds, blood soaking the red dress.

In the dark blood that had solidified, and the flesh in her chest, lay a small bunch of emerald green mint leaves.

"...Sarah," Albarino murmured, finally frowning.

"We received a call this morning and found a body in the back alley of the bar you frequented. And, Al, I don't know what happened but—" Officer Hardy swallowed bitterly, deeply Taking a breath, "That knife has your fingerprint on it."

Albarino was stunned for two seconds. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to smile. But looking at Hardy's face that the sky was about to fall, he didn't say it cruelly.

"In that case," he mused, "I think I need a lawyer."

Note:

[1] Yes, Glory hole is the name of the wine that Herstal ordered - some kind of exclusive cocktail in the "I'm going to resign" bar, the base wine is ("too much and too high") Russian vodka.

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