Wine and Gun

McCard walked down the steps and walked out of the room through the side door; his sun was throbbing and hurting, a common reaction of most federal police officers who had attended a press conference. John Garcia was standing in the doorway, McCard's phone in his hand.

"Boss," the words "surprised" were written on Garcia's face, "you have a phone number."

McCard blinked, wondering if their immediate boss was going to call to scold them for being unfavorable in handling the case: "Who called?"

And when Garcia answered him, he would know why the other party had that expression. "It's Olga Molozze," Garcia said.

Although John Garcia had not worked with Olga, it did not prevent him from hearing about Olga Molozze's great name from many different colleagues, as well as the things she had done during her time at BAU, those "Great achievements": including but not limited to "single-handedly went to negotiate with the kidnappers who kidnapped a school bus, and even cut off the communication equipment on his body in the middle of the conversation", "Somehow, I had a flash of light and thought of who the murderer was, and then threw the The whole behavior analysis team and half of the state police of the police station went to kick the suspect's door by himself", "When the police broke in, they found that she was having a good time with the murderer, and the murder weapon was not close to him. One meter away", "rushed into McCard's office and had a big fight with him and almost got into a fight".

Anyone who has listened to all of the above and found out that the legend called McCard basically had this look on Garcia's face right now.

And McCard picked up the phone calmly: "Hello?"

Olga's voice was calm and cold, like a death knell.

"His next target is you," she said.

McCard paused briefly, and when he spoke again, he didn't seem to be too worried about the other party's direct entry point, and he recounted calmly: "I remember the last time I saw you, you said it was you. 'Last Warning'."

- "Don't go any further".

"Because that good old man Bart asked me to call myself, he obviously thinks that what I say, a former BAU agent, is more convincing to you than he is a policeman." Olga replied sullenly, "As long as you actually In my position, I find it really hard to refuse Bart's offer, and that's it, I called."

Noticing that John Garcia was looking at him curiously, obviously wanting to know what they were talking about, McCard shook his head slowly at him, took the phone and walked away a few steps.

"You sound pretty sure," he said.

"Because I guess he only has the last goal left. If he only has the last goal left, who would he choose?" Olga said angrily, "If I were him, I would choose you. ."

"Look, Molozer, you're thinking in a different position." McCard was silent for two seconds, then said, he stopped in front of a window in the corridor, it was a cool day, and the sky was covered with thick layers The lead-grey clouds, the weather is gloomy.

He calmly looked at the clouds outside, and then said, "You are too good at this kind of empathy, that's why I was so worried about you when you were in the behavior analysis team-you were too close to the quagmire, If you're not careful, you'll be swallowed by it."

Olga sneered: "If I was swallowed by it, I would be on the same side as you."

McCard made little rebuttal to her accusations—precisely because she was right. People use laws and morals to regulate their behavior and can't take a step beyond that bottom line, and as Olga said at Christmas time, someone is already on the other side of the line.

He thinks it's a necessary sacrifice for everyone's safety, and Olga probably doesn't think so.

"The Sunday Gardener probably deserved what he killed during this time, and if he chose me in the end, maybe I deserved it, too," McCard replied in a good-natured way, "but you still have to know that he killed before that. Lots and lots of innocent people -- do you remember the case he committed eight years ago? The victim was an eighteen-year-old high school girl, and five years ago, the gardener's victim was a young Husband, his wife is two weeks away from her due date, and the unborn child has lost her father. They are murderers anyway, as is the gardener, so is the Westland pianist."

"That's why you think the lever that steers the train is in your hand?" Olga asked him.

McCard sighed. "Someone's gotta hold that joystick."

He paused, then added: "Have you thought about what he'll do after he chooses the next target? He recreates the case he and the pianist had committed before, and waits until he chooses the next target, and the rest There's only one case where the pianist tried to kill Slade - what will they do then?"

"I don't know what they're going to do," Olga replied bluntly, "I just know you probably won't see that scene."

McCard thought for a moment, then laughed: "In a sense it does."

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