Anthony's car drove west of Barton's North End, and on the map of Barton, at the eastern end of the Charles River like a rat's tail, there is Barton's largest stadium, Fenway Park. But Anthony's destination is not the course, but the back bay on the north side of Fenway Park, closer to the Charles River. Cologne's sister lives here, and he's going to attend a 10-year-old girl's birthday party. Anthony was invited by Cologne, but in fact, the chief of the Barton police department was worried about boredom, so he forced someone to be his companion.

The surrounding scenery gradually becomes monotonous, and the single-family residential area replaces the bustling business district. Anthony opened the car window, and the noise of children came, and Anthony looked at a front yard in front of him that had been decorated as a fairytale castle, "Here we are." Zach, you stay here!"

"What?" Zach sat in the driver's seat, just turned off the engine, and stared at Anthony in surprise: "I can't participate in the pie?"

Anthony pouted, "No! Keep an eye on your surroundings! Also, if you find something, be quiet!"

"Yes, Mayor. Zach tilted his head in disappointment and leaned back in his chair, but his green eyes had begun to look around.

A somewhat familiar figure, with clown make-up painted on his face, performs a vaudeville show in a group of children. Zach chuckled, this Cowson is quite hard. Zach remembered the confrontation he had had with Detective Cousson in the hotel last night. In and out of life and death, please the boss, maybe a good guy.

"Lance!" Cousson, who was wearing clown makeup, saw his partner at a glance! "James, why are you here!, Uh, City, Mr. Mayor!"

Anthony glanced at Corson and nodded slightly, this is the greatest courtesy that a mayor can give to a person who has never heard a name before today.

James stopped next to Curson, who was actually meeting his partner for the first time, and was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Corson led the group of lolis to the slide, took the opportunity to get out, and pulled James aside: "Why are you here? Why are you here with the mayor? Did you say anything? You didn't say anything about the case, did you?"

A series of questions confused James, and he replied according to the pretext discussed before: "I want to go and see the bodies of prostitutes and women, but I don't have the authority to go to the funeral privatization, and when I went to the inspection house, I happened to meet the mayor, and then ......"

Detective Cousson was stunned for a moment by the painted bells and whistles of his face, and Cousson accepted the explanation, as the prosecutor's office and the city hall were not far apart.

"Uh, Fitz, Fitz in the backyard. You go and watch him. Corson thought for a moment and added, "You can eat whatever you want here, but don't touch the cake!

James glared at Corson, speechless.

Cousson summoned his wife and led James to the house, while he continued to accompany the Lori, James looked back at Zach hidden in the mayor's car, took the biscuit handed by Mrs. Cowson, and followed the house speechlessly.

Inside the house, Anthony had already met with Cologne, and the two of them had a drink in one hand, looking at their expressions, as if they were discussing something stern, their eyes drifted to this side, and the eyes of the director of Cologne had obvious doubts. Walking further back into the backyard, Corson saw Fitz sitting alone on the porch, holding a glass of soda and a biscuit.

"Anthony, I really don't like that kid. Cologne took a sip of his characteristic soda from a straw and drank heavily on his niece's birthday party, needing a bit of disguise, "He doesn't know how to do things, and he looks very dull! The only thing he deserves to say is the word 'Lance' after his name!"

"Give that kid a little relaxation. Anthony also took a puff of 'Cologne Special Soda', "He's just retired, we've all been through this time, and he'll need some time to adjust. That's all! And this time he did us a favor!"

"Okay. Cologne nodded: "The credit does belong to him, and we don't want to wait until there are other cases to find out about the loophole in the privatization of the funeral industry." Cologne's eyes were on the face of his friend, Barton Mayor Anthony, as he tested whether Anthony knew about David's case. But it seems that James guy didn't say anything.

"So, do you have any ideas?" Anthony casually took a bear-shaped biscuit, "Do you want to use a contract to establish a partnership with the funeral industry, or do you want to build your own containment facility?" Anthony carefully turned the topic in the direction he wanted: "First of all, I don't have the money to build a new facility for you!"

Cologne gave Anthony a blank look, this guy! Isn't this clearly suing himself, and he can only cooperate with the existing funeral home!

Cologne snorted, "After a while, I'm gathering the people of those funeral homes, let's open the bidding, and it's easier to negotiate the conditions." ”

There was a hint of smugness in Anthony's eyes, and he nodded, "Then it's up to you, in terms of funds, you and the treasury will be pulled away by them when the time comes." ”

"Don't talk about me. Cologne changed the subject: "How are you today, I heard that those two senators are not easy to deal with!"

"That's it. Anthony shrugged, "You know, politicians. However, they all mentioned the land in the South End, which seems to be called the Grande House, and it seems that the Federation is also taking a wait-and-see attitude towards this private trial system. Shouldn't I support this Grand House or something?" Anthony said, frowning as if immersed in his own mayor's world.

Speaking of politicians, Anthony is not the same, this drama is simply flawless.

When Cologne was feeling bored, he saw his sister's face, which had just changed from boring to happy, and immediately collapsed.

"Brother, this is a pie, don't always hide in the kitchen!" Cologne's sister approached with a tired man in her arms.

"Yes, yes! This is a pie duì! 10th birthday pie duì! What am I going out for, rolling on the lawn with a bunch of girls!" Cologne finished grumbling and turned his gaze to the man in his sister's arms, his legal brother: "What reason do you have this time, someone has been hit by a car, or is someone terminally ill? I can find time to join your daughter's party! You're late!"

"Hello Mr. Mayor. Cologne's sister nodded politely to Anthony, but in the blink of an eye, her appearance changed!

"Brother!" she punched her eldest brother in the stomach, "He's a doctor, he needs to save lives!"

"Oh!" Cologne hunched over, his expression contorted, but his mouth still did not relax: "It sounds like my job!"

Like all brothers, Cologne hates his sister's husband!'Doctor?'Isn't the doctor great?!I'm the chief of the Barton Police Department!'

"Don't do that, my dear. The man was a little embarrassed and apologized to the two bigwigs in Barton City: "Something happened suddenly, and it took some time. ”

"Hmph!" Cologne straightened up, pointed at the man's vicious and said, "You didn't miss the moment to cut the cake this time!

"Cologne!" Anthony seemed to be a little frustrated by Cologne's strong protective desire for his sister: "It's like you've never been late for a family party!"

Cologne's body trembled slightly, and he frowned and looked at his friend, this knife was too ruthless!

"You're lucky!" Cologne said again, turning to leave.

"Thank you, Mayor!" Sister Cologne smiled happily at Anthony, picked up a variety of oddly shaped food, and left the kitchen.

"Don't care about Cologne, he just doesn't want his sister to be home all the time. Anthony nodded at the somewhat tired man and said a word of comfort.

"I know. I don't want to miss my baby's birthday. The man smiled and saluted the mayor in return.

"I remember, did you work at [Patton Memorial Hospital]?" Anthony asked, reflecting for a moment.

"Yes sir. ”

"How are the Quinns?" asked Anthony casually, after all, for a celebrity like Quinn in Barton, as the mayor, he had to pay attention.

The man shook his head slowly: "Mr. Hui, Mr. Kunyin has ......"

The straw that Anthony brought to his mouth stopped, stunned for a moment, and shook his head, "When?"

"This morning. The man replied equally sadly.

Anthony sighed: "Hasn't the news been made public yet?"

"Well, Mrs. Quinn hasn't officially held a press conference yet, and wants to wait for the funeral itinerary to be confirmed. But many people already know that the hospital is full of reporters who inquire about the news. ”

Anthony shook his head again, he could already foresee the headline in the newspaper tomorrow 'Mr. Quinn passed away, and the funeral itinerary was exposed early', but Anthony's prediction was wrong, because no one expected that the remote Grande House would receive the cake!

"How's Mrs. Quinn doing?" said Anthony, who continued, of course, without asking anything, and with the ethics of a doctor, he could get at most an ambiguous official answer, 'She's struggling with pain.'

I didn't expect ......

"She, she's fine...... Mrs. Quinn is very, very good......" replied with a strange look on the man's face.

Zach was tapping the steering wheel boredly in the car, a smile on his face. Lady Quinn, of course, is very good, and vampire blood is a universal cure, even if the subject is dead. It's just that vampires don't do this lightly, because choosing descendants is a very careful job!

As night enveloped Barton, the vampire felt the lethargy that had been infecting him fade. The lolias who were frolicking in the front yard were led indoors by adults, and it was time to make a wish and cut the cake!

Zack's eyes moved to the shadows that flickered in the lights, he took off his hat, took off his gloves, folded his coat and put it on the passenger seat, and pushed the door open.