Wine and Gun

Because every Saturday morning, there's a Sexual Assault Trauma Anonymous meeting in this little theater.

— Then again, it should be all Olga’s fault.

Herstal hadn't seen Albarino Bacchus again—or rather, after the sudden epiphany, he hadn't seen him again. He doesn't have paid vacations like the other party, and even if he's done with the killer, he still has to go to work every day. Olga would still go to dinner with him sometimes, and Albarino would never show up again.

"Maybe the serial killers are hibernating too," Olga said briskly at one dinner. "He hasn't moved in a while since the gardener put that skull on your table."

"The last time he committed a crime was at the end of September. It stands to reason that he only committed another crime three or four months ago." Herstal pointed out coldly that he did not see any merit in the recent Ansheng of the Sunday gardener. A place to celebrate—and he fully understands why things have turned out this way, because Albariño now lives in the city, and an apartment in the city is simply too unsuitable for dealing with corpses.

"Their patterns are changing, and they've been committing crimes more frequently recently," Olga said with infinite tolerance.

Herstal gān coughed and asked, "For what?"

"For the Westland pianist," Olga replied, blinking, "for you—anything is possible."

For a profiler, a change in the serial killer paradigm and an increase in the frequency of crimes may actually be a good thing: Herstal has seen too many cases, and the more cases a killer commits, the more likely he is to make mistakes. The more they will, the more complacent they are with themselves, and the more reckless they are. Apparently, there are quite a few serial killers who end up getting caught for blundering on things like this.

In short, for various reasons, the Westland pianist had to be quiet for a while anyway, and the agent of the FBI Behavior Analysis Department who had left the city was also very interested in the previous sexual assault case. It was better for him not to take risks at that time.

Besides, even if his nighttime part-time job is not mentioned, others clearly have no plans to clean him up: his partner Holmes recently took on a major case and planned to help a high-profile man accused of murdering him. The actress’s husband’s actress got off the hook. This case is too favored by the media. If it is done well, they can stage a live version of “Chicago”. Of course, the entire law firm is too busy to turn around; on the other hand…

On the other hand, after talking about the Sunday gardener's dinner this time, Olga lobbied him for two hours to get him to join a support group. Her argument is: "Even if you don't want to see a psychiatrist about the killer, you should at least join a mutual aid club."

Herstal had just put down his fork, and he subconsciously refused, "I—"

Then he suddenly realized that he actually had no reason to look for it.

After all, Olga's words were so righteous and dignified, Herstal found in despair that as long as he wanted to play a normal person, he couldn't refuse this proposal at all. He had better not let a keen profiler realize that the killer didn't leave any psychological shadow on him at all.

And since he doesn't want to be tortured by a psychiatrist for an hour at a time - he can't tell a psychiatrist anyway, can he say "I was kidnapped by a serial killer because I was framed, but anyway I stabbed that serial killer too"? ——Then, the psychological support group seems to be the best choice, at least he can sit in the back row without speaking.

So Herstal paused for a few seconds, and Olga looked at him with concern and anticipation, until Herstal sighed and gave in, "Okay, okay, I'll think about it. You have Do you know any mutual aid clubs that you can recommend?"

So now Herstal really stood at the door of a mutual aid society.

Now this Sexual Assault Trauma Anonymous Mutual Aid was indeed recommended by Olga. Herstal knew nothing about these gatherings, so he saved the trouble of searching various websites online. Olga's exact words: "The founder of this mutual aid society is a friend I met when I was in the Chicago Police Department, and the mutual aid society has a very good reputation - and you can only participate in the meeting if someone recommends it, you should not worry The list of attendees leaked and things like that.”

So just like that, Herstal was about to fall into a miserable situation about hand-in-hand recitation of the Niebuhr prayer. He really didn't know if he would laugh out loud when everyone recited the sentence "Take hardship as the road to peace, like the Lord Jesus, accept this sinful world".

So it's better to say: Herstal has no interest in this mutual aid meeting, just for the sake of the process. When he pushed open the door of the small theater, he was still making a draft of the PPT to be done at the meeting next Monday, and the hinge creaked, like someone was grinding his teeth in his sleep, and this sound quickly attracted a lot of attention. A lady with ginger hair.

"Hello," the lady reached out to him as she came over, her voice soft and gentle, "I am the person in charge of today's meeting of the mutual aid association. Are you the one recommended by Ms. Molozer...?"

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