Wine and Gun

It sounds like this Langdon is very suspicious, Albarino was thinking, and Hardy continued: "We've sent the police to his house - if we can catch him, if he admits Sarah He also did the Aardman case, and we'll be able to release you soon."

Albarino kept smiling, he thought about it, and then said, "Well, I'll ask my lawyer to call now, okay?"

When Herstal got the call, he was in the middle of a boring cocktail party in a suit and tie, surrounded by cheap smiles and vain concern. The guy who trapped him in a seemingly solemn conversation was involved in some smuggling business in private, and the guy who laughed at his voice ran an underground boxing ring.

Herstal looked at the fire.

The sudden ringing of the phone gave him at least one reason to get away from this boring chat. He went around to the edge of the venue and stood at the door of the slightly less crowded terrace, when the sticky rain started falling from the window again.

When he answered the phone, he heard the cheerful voice on the other side say, "Mr. Armalette."

"Doctor Bacchus," Herstal replied, frowning. "What are you calling for?"

"Because you are my lawyer, and now I have some news to tell you, Bart has allowed it." Albarino replied with a smile. "After all, I have the right to share the latest progress with you."

"Please talk." Hestal said shyly, and he intuitively told himself that the other party had nothing good.

"Another case happened today, another woman in red was killed and left across from the police station - of course, you've probably heard about it. Anyway, this case was dealt with by Bart They suspect they can join Sarah's case: it's probably because Sarah's case is attributed to me that this murderer provokes the police." Albarino said slowly, Herstal could hear He tapped the sound of a tabletop somewhere with his fingers slowly, "Then continue to investigate along this line of thinking, and naturally you will find new suspects who fit the profile."

Herstal was silent for two seconds, then said matter-of-factly: "Nevertheless, there is no evidence in Miss Aardman's case that can point directly to anyone other than you."

"Exactly." Albarino replied from the opposite side. "But they have a new suspect now, if he admits that Sarah is..."

Herstal interrupted without hesitation: "So, those bones that were found behind your house—"

"It's the bones of the suburbs, what do you think?" Albarino laughed, and he lowered his voice lightly, as if recalling a very interesting story, maybe it was true for him. "A suburban láng accidentally stepped into my territory. I thought maybe it didn't mean to hurt me, but I never liked strangers swimming in my territory... Besides, if I let it go , who knows what will happen in the future?"

"So you killed it," Herstal said slowly.

"I took my shotgun and killed it in the back of my house, the bullets went in through its snout and out the back of its ears," Albarino said softly, the sweet end almost It's like reciting a poem to my lover, "I've never cut open an animal like that, and I'm at a loss. I rip it open in front of my stove, and bury my hand in its belly to get the guts out-- Its guts are still steaming hot, Herstal, and I feel like my hands are buried in a river of blood when I do that."

Herstal felt his throat go gān, but he didn't say a word.

"I peeled off the skin and left a portion of the meat, and it might not taste very good, but I don't know what to do with it," said Albarino softly. "In the end, only the guts and bones were left. , I don't know what to do, and I'm afraid of attracting other carnivores to probe my territory, so I burn them and smash the bones into small pieces... so that nothing will be left, I'm in the rest of the Plant some plants on the debris, you know."

Albarino was still talking, and his voice dropped so low that it seemed like he was licking his auricle roughly. He asked, "That's what happened to that suburban láng, what story do you expect to hear, lawyer?"

"I just want to hear your predictions about your future. Suburbs have never been my concern." Herstal stared at the fluttering rain threads. He ignored Albarino's provocation, but he still felt The picture emerged: Albarino kneeling in front of the prey, with his hands buried in the belly of the prey, steaming blood from his fingertips to his elbows. "You know that, if they never catch the killer again—"

"Then I'm still the biggest suspect in killing Sarah, and the prosecutors will still prosecute me," Albarino said. "That's what I want to say."

Herstal remained calmly silent.

"The Westland Police Department has sent for him, although I doubt he'll stay there," Albarino said happily, the piercing joy in his voice palpable. Creepy. "Herstal, if you want to do something in the end, I'm afraid you'll run out of time. I'm often very curious at times like this. You're someone who can take chances, right?"

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