Wine and Gun

The BAU arranged for officers from the Westland Police Department to inspect the buildings on the outskirts, because assuming this was a series of cases, it was more likely that the criminals had kidnapped and imprisoned a group of children. Kevin died half a year after he disappeared, and he must have been imprisoned somewhere. They had to have a house in an inconspicuous place to hold those children, and considering six people died in three years, that house couldn't be too small.

This is a big project, and the police officers are busy one after another. Officer Bull was arguing with Officer Hardy in a low voice across the room. It seemed that Kevin's death was originally his responsibility. After the FBI intervened, it directly asked Hardy, who often cooperated with them In charge of the case, the arrangement drew the ire of Officer Bull.

At this point, Bates walked through the noisy crowd to Albarino and asked, "How is Olga? I heard Bart say you went to the hospital for Clara today."

"Sleep like a baby." Albarino said lightly, but obviously Bates didn't appreciate the joke, and he smiled faintly.

"We all miss her," Bates said. "Bart has been under a lot of stress because of her coma. He thinks that he acquiesced in Olga's participation in the rescue that led to the tragedy."

"She will wake up." Albarino's voice comforted softly.

"I hope so too," Bates glanced at him, looking a little troubled, "but...you seem to accept this fact very well."

Albarino looked at Bates meaningfully and asked, "Did Agent McCard tell you something?"

Bates seemed to be taken aback, his eyes turned to the other side involuntarily, terrific, lying. He asked as calmly as possible, "What does this have to do with Agent McCard?"

"Agent McCard doesn't seem to like me very much, and I'm worried that he will accuse you of not being enough of Olga's attitude... eager." Albarino brushed it off lightly, "but you know I'd love to make her happy too. Wake up, right? I've already figured out what recovery bouquet I'll give her."

People like Bates who spend all day in the lab are not good at hiding their unease, which is enough to show how much truth McCard has seen through and who has told them... Albarino reached out and combed it. The hair that fell on his forehead, the corner of his mouth was slightly picked.

This means that there is not much time left for him to stay in Westland.

"There are two possibilities now," Hunter said, swiping his finger across the cluttered lines he marked on the map. "If that kid's time is accurate, either he's being held here or here. , an abandoned factory; otherwise, in this place, this used to be the ruins of a church orphanage. After the orphanage moved out, the empty house was bought by someone. It is now private, but the ownership cannot be found. Who does it belong to?"

"And the difference between these two possibilities mainly depends on how one of the corners is turned." Herstal said with a stern face.

"No way, the odds are off, no one can think that one of the intersections is a three-way intersection." Hunter shrugged, "So I can only help you so much, what are you going to do? Go to the police? "

His implication was clear: He didn't think Herstal should have investigated this case alone in the first place, and it would have been much easier to give it to the police - the more so, the more Hunter felt now that the two were investigating the case The purpose is not so simple, Sequoia Manor may not only be incarcerating and sexually assaulting children, there must be something else behind it that has caught the attention of these two people.

Herstal considered it for a moment, then said: "This matter is related to one of my commissions, so I can't tell you the details - but I promise that I will notify the police when the time is right, and you can report in the newspaper later. See the sequel to this."

He seemed to want to say something more, but his phone rang suddenly. Herstal frowned, nodded to Hunter, and said, "Excuse me."

Hestal walked to the door of the cafe to answer the phone. The caller ID was Albarino, and Hestal remembered that the other party should not be available today.

He pressed the answer button.

"Herstal, I think there's one thing you need to know." Albarino's voice quickly recalled from the phone, still brisk and steady, very different from the content of the message he brought, "McCard Detectives have come to Westland to investigate the Sequoia Manor case because the deceased was found to be the child who went missing in Massachusetts six months ago."

Herstal's brows twitched slightly. It's not that he didn't expect this possibility, but things seemed to come too soon.

And Albarino paused and continued:

"Anyway, assuming you're still planning to kill Slade - I suggest you do it as soon as possible, you're running out of time."

Note:

[1] The story Albarino reads at the beginning is Wilde's The Fisherman and His Soul.

[2] Albariño in Mont Mercader, Flemish red poppies (and other poppies) have hairy jīng and leaves, Albariño brought the flower jīng stalks very smooth, actually Real opium poppy.

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