Wine and Gun

Hardy waved his hand irritably: "Okay, let me summarize, you now know the following facts: Slade admits to you that he suddenly recognized his lawyer, Herstal Armalite, for thirty years. The former was a young man named 'William', both of whom once lived in White Oak, Kentucky - a fact that Stryder thought meant that Mr. Armalette wanted to murder him, so he sought the FBI's Protect."

Hardy's face was plainly written: This doesn't explain anything. He is well aware that this process is not in compliance with the regulations, and the evidence is definitely not sufficient.

"Streede said they were 'a little bit festive' that year, so Armalette must have a grudge against him. Although Slade refused to give me the details of this, his behavior is indeed protected by the Constitution." Card raised his voice slightly, "We all know that although he escaped punishment, he is actually a criminal. You also understand, Officer Hardy, thirty years ago, Armalette was only a teenager, I have no doubts. The kind of 'festival' he was referring to was that he was actually qiángjian—"

Hardy shook his head: "And based on such pure inference, you think..."

"I think Herstal Armalette is the Westland pianist, yes, that's my inference, as I told you before. After my unknown secrets, I have more factual basis." McCard said solemnly.

He stretched out his hand suddenly and threw one of the folders in his hand to Hardy, who caught it reluctantly, looking at McCard with questioning eyes.

"Here's my basis: an old case that happened in White Oak thirty years ago," McCard said slowly.

Hardy reached out and opened the folder, which contained ancient, handwritten documents with countless photos that had faded from time to time. Hardy looked at the last pages of the document for a long time, his lips moving as if he were about to say something, but not a word escaped from his lips until he finally closed it slowly and carefully. folder in hands.

"That's just a guess," he said in a low voice.

McArd almost wanted to sigh pitifully, the man in front of him was like anyone in the world who would not accept reality - accept that "my friend is a serial murderer" reality - McArdle Card said flatly: "It's just a guess, it's the most likely guess so far, and we can use this guess to solve all the questions at the moment: think about Olga's inference, think about my inference, Officer Hardy. .'Do not multiply entities unless necessary' - our conjecture was confirmed."

Hardy was silent for a long time, and then admitted in a gruff voice: "I think you are right."

In fact, McCard suspects that Bart Hardy had begun to doubt the identities of Bacchus and Armalette long after Anthony Sharp was murdered, but it would be too cruel for him to face this reality. And McArd heard Hardy say in the same tone as he had said before: "But I still question your approach."

"What?" McCard asked calmly.

"Using Stryder as bait to lure a Westland pianist - assuming all your inferences are correct, Herstal Armalette is really a Westland pianist, and his purpose now is It's really the words that killed Slade." Hardy took a deep breath, "Stryder came to you to seek the protection of the FBI, and...if I'm not mistaken, the existing evidence Not enough to apply for the Witness Protection Program for him? Because the fact that Amalette is a pianist is just inference."

"So what?"

"That means you deceived Slade," Hardy said, "and he wants you to protect him, but your real purpose is to kill him—by the pianist's hands, and then you arrest the pianist. Killing two birds with one stone, right? The wicked are punished."

"Most people would think it's the best of both worlds." McCard shook his head.

"Then I'm not one of the majority," insisted Hardy. "Your approach is based on deceit and transgression, and if you insist that as long as the outcome is good, then make the law. It doesn't make any sense at all. Criminals deserve to be punished, of course, but only if you follow the rules."

"Although Slade has used the rules to evade punishment," McArd said aggressively, staring into Hardy's eyes, "and if he continues to go unpunished, more children may be harmed."

Hardy's lips trembled, but he said, "...Yes. There are many things in the world that don't have the best of both worlds."

When he said this, he recalled the case he had done with Olga Molozze a few years ago: it was a brutal murder case, when almost everyone suspected that a family of seven was killed. It was his youngest daughter who was studying abroad. Olga's testimony in court at the time leaned toward the accused, and she herself was under a lot of pressure after the girl was released for lack of evidence.

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