Wine and Gun

Albarino's red Chevrolet was parked on a corner of the street, and he ran a lot today: went to Elliott Evans with McCard in the morning, then back to the forensic lab; now this At that time, McCard and the others should have stayed in the forensic laboratory to wait for the DNA test results, and while the others were waiting, Albarino returned to WLPD to drive the car that had been parked in the police station parking lot since last night.

Now, he was circling back to Elliott's house, near the only exit of Elliott's apartment, the red body that looked like a drop of blood under a lead-grey sky. It was getting darker now, and tiny strands of rain were starting to sway down the windshield. Albarino stared at the dark sky, he still looked calm - he was waiting for a call.

- and he didn't wait too long.

The caller was marked as Olga on the caller ID, and when Albarino answered the call, the other party said bluntly: "I'm at WLPD, and the police here helped me call out Elliott Evans before. file."

"Anything in particular?" Albarino asked, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the steering wheel: he didn't want to stay here too long, the red Chevrolet was still a little too conspicuous for the street, and so on. He was either scratched or robbed.

"Evans dropped out of school because of spiritual problems when he was in middle school. On the one hand, it was because of his family's genetic disease, and on the other hand, one of his teachers had an unusually rude attitude towards him, which was obviously discriminatory." Olga said The voice was calm, and Albarino could hear her rustling through the electromagnetic sound, "I just contacted his middle school principal, and she pointed out to me that Evans liked that teacher very much at the time, so even if it was the other party. He didn't make any resistance to treating him rudely, until finally his classmates and other teachers found out that it was wrong."

Albarino snorted: "Let me guess, that teacher is a tall and handsome man in his forties?"

"He was a little younger when it happened, but he died when he was forty-four years old. That was about six years ago." Olga replied slowly.

"After a rain?" Albarino asked, basically keeping up with the flow of the matter.

"After a rain, his throat was cut," Olga agreed. "Of course, because the murderer climbed into his house through a window, the local police defined the case as an attempted robbery. DNA results It hasn't come out yet, but now the findings may be enough to convince the judge - oh."

There was a loud noise from her side. Olga seemed to cover the microphone and said something to the people beside her. After ten seconds, she picked up the phone again: "There is news from Bates, The blood is Herstal's."

Albarino spent half a second thinking about whether he should pretend to be shocked, but after thinking about it, he didn't need to spend time detouring with Olga. He asked directly: "Bart went to apply for a search warrant?"

"He's waiting at the judge's side for news. I'll immediately arrive at the scene with the SWAT people. Bart will meet us near Evans' house with a search warrant... Where are you now?" Olga's voice suddenly Down to a question of doubt.

"Uh," Albarino almost couldn't help laughing, he couldn't let Olga hear the clue, he looked at the bigger and bigger raindrops falling on the glass, trying to keep the sincerity of his voice, "I'm near Elliott Evans' house right now."

"...Aren't you." Olga couldn't help raising her voice.

"I am. Someone has to worry before confirming the evidence. If Elliott is the real killer, what if he absconds?" Albarino asked rhetorically, "Look, I'm pretty sure right now that he is. There is no fear of absconding."

He seemed to hear Olga suppress an indecent swearing, and then she said in a tone of obvious disapproval: "Anyway, now you're not allowed to act on your own, just stay where you are until the SWAT guys arrive, okay?"

What else can Albarino say? He replied a lot of "yes", just to prevent Olga from nagging like a mother like Bart's upper body. After reassurance, he finally hung up the phone, watching the raindrops falling outside, a dull sound of thunder rolled across the sky.

Perhaps it was on days like these that Elliott would uncontrollably reminisce about his past, about a man he loved but who would hurt him. In any case, the huge wound across the dead man's neck was his answer to everything.

Herstal must have seen the clue long ago, and he would have been likable in front of Elliott—because he was such a smart person. The only pity is that now is not the time for Herstal to set the rules.

Albarino hummed the nursery rhyme "e again another day" vaguely, took a disposable cell phone from the glove box beside the Chevrolet's driver's seat, and dialed a series of numbers without hesitation.

The call was connected immediately, and he changed into a hurried tone the moment the other party answered, which sounded really sincere. He said in a low voice, "Elliott, I shouldn't have called you this but—they found out, they're coming for you."

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