Wine and Gun

McCard replied coldly: "George Robb is the murderer."

"I know he's the murderer." Olga stared at him sternly, her voice distorted into a breathy sound that escaped between her teeth, "But I'm pretty sure that the last case was indeed a copycat crime—and we Shouldn't have caught him."

There was an embarrassing silence between the two of them, which Albarino tried in vain to break: he coughed twice at this inopportune moment.

——The three people in the room stared at him in unison.

"Well, when I'm not here?" Albarino asked weakly, raising his hand.

"Come in." Hardy sighed deeply and waved his hand, "Al, this is Special Agent Lavasa McCard of the Behavior Analysis Department; Agent McCard, this is Weiss Dr. Albarino Bacchus, Chief Forensic Officer of the Tran City Forensic Medical Service."

"Hello." McCard said with a cold face, the two of them shook hands, and Albarino felt the other's hand was hard and covered with rough calluses. Obviously, the special agent may have arranged a lot of fitness programs for himself in addition to sitting in the office to feature serial killers.

They parted at the touch of their hands.

"I've admired the name for a long time." Albarino said insincerely. He had seen McCard from a distance at a previous FBI lecture. If Hardy didn't introduce it, Albarino wouldn't even know who the other party was. Who.

"I've heard your name," McArd replied thoughtfully. "You're the forensic doctor on the news some time ago... who didn't kill his ex-girlfriend, right?"

"My ability is much better than 'I didn't kill my ex-girlfriend', Detective McCard." Albarino replied happily, and gave him a frivolous wink.

"Agent McCard is the one we applied to assist in the investigation of the killer Qiángni," Hardy said, obviously putting a lot of effort into making the conversation go smoothly, "I was right in my guess yesterday, Al, the forensic doctor was there. The deceased was found with restraint wounds and traces of sexual assault from long-term imprisonment, and it is now highly suspected that the murderer is the 'killer Qiáng Ni'."

So it's obviously like this: the killer Qiángni's case was an interstate serial murder case, which is now being taken over by federal agents under the system, but of course in cooperation with local police officers. And apparently, one of the people the FBI sent in was a guy Olga hated.

"That's why I want to ask too," McCard said to Albarino. "As far as I know, it hasn't been long since your case. You should be on vacation at this time, right? Why are you now...? "

"The forensic director contacted me and asked me if I wanted to join the case. I sometimes participate in on-site investigations of serial murder cases. Obviously, the forensic director thinks it is more appropriate to choose me as the forensic doctor in charge of this case." Albarino Smiling and answering, "So I replied to him: Yes, I think, I've always been interested in serial killers."

McCard was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you mean the case of the Sunday gardener and the Westland pianist by 'serial murder scene investigation'?"

Albarino answered yes, and unexpectedly saw the other party frown slightly.

"I'll translate it for you," Olga interjected bitterly, "Neither the gardener nor the pianist's case is interstate, so the FBI can't get involved without WLPD asking for help; our Agent McCard is sure He's complaining about it, he can't wait to play justice and bring those murderers to justice."

"Molozer," McCard warned, "it's true that you, as an advisor to the WLPD, haven't caught them yet."

Olga stared at him, then replied simply: "I definitely know who they are before you do."

"Okay, okay," interrupted Hardy, the poor police officer looking as helpless as a teacher taking a group of elementary school students to a museum, "Come with me, Agent McCard, and I'll give you peace. The team looks at some data. Al," he gave Albarino a sharp eye knife, "you help me with this."

He didn't say which "this" was, and left in a hurry anyway. Albarino listened to their footsteps disappearing all the way to the end of the corridor, then turned and asked, "What is George Robb?"

"As you heard, an unmotivated serial killer," Olga replied glumly.

"Olga." Albarino sighed heavily and said.

"Okay. That's a case that BAU has dealt with before, and that's when the two of us had some... um, disagreements. It's not that we disagree on the profile, that profile is fine, it's just— Olga shook her head and stopped, "Something happened, Al, some unpleasant things at work."

"You resigned because of that?" Albarino asked.

"Not all, but also because he had a problem with my way of doing things, and we had a bit of a fight about publishing books." Olga shrugged, "McArd's professionalism is absolutely fine, but we also It really doesn't fit."

"He looks really ebullient, do you mean it? He wants to catch the Westland pianist and the Sunday gardener?" Albarino asked thoughtfully.

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