Wine and Gun

Olga looked back at him. The tip of her nose was frozen red, but her eyes were still terribly sharp. Most people would give in before such eyes: "What does he want?"

Albarino smiled softly and spit out those words: "...something trivial."

"Is this for you?" Olga continued to ask, in this regard, she seemed strangely aggressive.

"For most people," Albarino replied.

"When people fall in love, there are always some strange expectations like this: I don't know if Blanca Areola, when she fell in love with Rob, expected to get a green card by marrying each other. —In any case, now our investigation is that they have been together for at least five years, and for some reason they have never been married." Olga said lightly, reaching for a gesture as if it were enough to assist her example. , "Suffice to say that what is readily available to most people is so far from us in some special cases .

Albarino glanced at her and paused for a moment before speaking: "You seem to have given an extreme example."

"That's because I find that the line between extreme and ordinary is also blurred, and these things are really unexpected." Olga replied flatly, but listening to the tone in which she spoke, it was really hard to believe. Things were really unexpected to her.

"What happened?" Albarino asked sharply. "Perhaps, it's about a blurred line?"

Olga glanced at him and smiled slightly.

"George Robb committed a series of homicides, when a middle-aged man died in Pennsylvania, that is generally believed to have been Robb's work: this is what we generally call the 'seventh case'. At that time, the case was under investigation, and if it was determined that it was not George Robb's crime, the police would consider it as a copycat, and instead investigate people who had conflicts of interest with the victims of the seventh case, which is human nature." Then Olga said slowly, "I thought there was a suspect worth noting at the time: he was the younger brother of the victim in the seventh case, and he had some inheritance disputes with the victim... The motive for the crime was established. Rob's hair was found at the scene of the case, and the evidence was overwhelming, and no one was going to investigate in that direction again."

"And then?" Albarino asked. Many people who work with criminal cases have heard of the George Robb case, they have heard many lectures on the subject, and they have read many books and documents, but Albarino has never heard one before. The parties talked about this very sensational case at the time.

Olga smiled: "I have a friend in Pennsylvania who I once asked him to help me follow after the Rob case was closed... And yesterday he told me that the victim of the seventh case brother is dead."

She took a deep breath and turned to Albarino.

"The local police suspected that he died of a robbery, because then the murderer took all the money on him, as well as valuables like watches," Olga said, his tone brisk and cold, "He was in an alley after the night shift. He was shot and the bullet went through his sun — bang. It all ended cleanly and neatly.”

"It does look like a robbery," Albarino replied in a low voice, feeling the other side's implication between these words. Still, he was surprised that the other party would mention this to him.

"Indeed," Olga said, and gave him a smile. "It does look very, very much like a robbery."

Someone knocked on the door of Lavasa McCard's office.

At the time, Agent McCard was sitting behind his desk looking at a particularly official document. It was a quiet day at BAU: no fieldwork, no sudden homicides, and everything went astoundingly. Of course, the main reason for this is that after the Areola case, McArd left Westland in a hurry without saying a word to Bart Hardy; His group might be busy in Westland.

But Blanca Areola's case brought a lot of variables to the matter, and it took a lot of effort to solve it - one has to struggle with such a sudden change, and it is always a very valuable experience that things can go according to plan.

McArd knew the truth, so he was able to be at peace.

Another unexpected thing is that on the day he returned to Quantico, Olga Molozze took him to the airport - of course, this statement is not very accurate, it is better to say that Molozze has no warning. She appeared in the airport lobby without anyone telling her which flight McCard would be taking.

Of course, that is also the norm for Molozer. McCard had to constantly explain to various media people who didn't understand behavioral analysis that the profiler was not a psychic, and that Olga sometimes acted more like a magician.

"What will happen after that?" As always, without greeting, Olga asked in front of McArd. She asked this question so confidently that passers-by always looked at her, as if she was stranger than the crying and kissing couple at the other end of the waiting hall.

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