Wine and Gun

"Two people died in the Sharp case," Albarino replied gloomily, wondering if he was putting on this expression on purpose, "I still have a place for you."

"Come on," Olga retorted, sounding familiar as if they were still in the forensic department's autopsy room, but it was so strangely different from what it is now, "You don't think I can see It wasn't the two of you who killed little Billy? I bet Herstal was so pissed off about an innocent kid like that, and you better not touch him on it."

"Like don't put your equally innocent corpse in the center of the stage?" Albarino asked, "From the point of view of the moral values ​​of most people in the world, you are no longer an innocent person. "

From the moment she chose to come to Westland four years ago, she was no longer an innocent person.

"Of course from the point of view of the general public," Olga said softly and without any objection. "But I guess I'm far from being punishable for the Westland pianist - he can't make you softer, or my life and death more for you. Meaning, but he is the most important audience member in the audience after all, so I guess you will still consider his opinion."

Albarino stared at her silently for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Okay," he said then, a smile that made his face look quite bright, out of place for the bloody environment he was in, "now that you know us so well, what do you want this time? ? I guess I have nothing more to tell you."

Although Olga Molozze is indeed a very strange person in a sense, Albarino has to admit that he does know her. So he knew what Olga's intention was in being here: she didn't want to turn anyone over to the police station, she just wanted something closer to what she judged to be the truth, even though the truth itself might also mean nothing to her. of. She wouldn't be more complete with the answer she wanted to know, but she would still be here.

She has the answer she wants to confirm, so she will appear in front of Albarino.

"I'm here because I want to ask three questions, and you can answer my questions with only 'yes' or 'no'." Olga didn't seem surprised that the other party would see through his intentions, and the tone when he spoke Still very calm, "The first question was answered when I saw you."

Albarino glanced at the severed hand on the workbench again, then smiled knowingly.

"What about the second question?" he asked.

Olga looked directly at him.

"The second question is: have you spoken to Gabriel Morgenstern?"

Albarino is not surprised that Olga will know about Morgenstern, after all Hunter and Midalen seem to have a relationship with the lady, otherwise Mornstern would not have suddenly appeared to block him. in the restaurant. It now appears that Hunter and Midaren have apparently told Olga about their encounter with the strange lady.

And Morgenstern's background is obviously not simple, and people like Olga who have stayed in the FBI may not be able to find it.

"Yes." So, Albarino answered this question neatly.

"Sure enough, this can explain a lot of things that have happened recently." Olga nodded.

This can explain something else Albarino doesn't know, anyway, it must be used to explain the local police officers who had their necks twisted in Florida, and Olga must think so too.

It was at this time that Olga asked the third question in a gentle tone.

"The third question is: you're not going to help Herstal Armalite escape, are you?"

Midaren waited anxiously in the car for forty minutes, during which time he couldn't help but want to call Hardy right away. It's hard to say what kind of perseverance made him hold back in the end.

Finally, when he finally couldn't wait any longer, he saw Olga's figure emerge from between the forest paths, the sunlight pierced through the canopy above her head, and many mottles appeared on her face. The spot of light made her expression look quite unfathomable.

Midaren jumped out of the car and ran in the direction of Olga.

He could probably guess what Olga was going to - although he didn't even dare to say such a guess - which also made Olga appear unharmed. Midalen almost didn't stop the car when he ran in front of her, but he still hurriedly asked, "Olga, what happened?"

He didn't really hope that Olga would tell him the answer. Perhaps, as the other party said, when he decided how he wanted to see the world football, Olga would not tell him the answer.

Olga just smiled at him, her voice relaxed, sounding like she was just going to give her students a lesson.

"Nothing," she said, "just a friendly conversation."

Note:

[1] "A logician need not see or hear about the Atlantic Ocean or Niagara Falls, he can infer from a drop of water that it might exist":

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