"He listens to me, and he listens to everything I say."

"Bob"

"Shh

"We're going to check his room now." Katyusha said.

"Is that okay?" Fiona nodded at the search warrant.

"They can take whatever the fuck they want, as long as they can find him before he gets us in more trouble." Fiona lit a cigarette and put a match in the ashtray, and the smoke formed an arc. Fiona's face darkened, and she realized that she was the only one left to speak for her son.

Katyusha took the walkie-talkie out of her waist and spoke to the police outside. One of them replied that they had found something. The young officer walked over. In his latex-gloved hand he was holding a locked box, which had been smashed open. "It was found in the bushes behind the house, and this thing." It was a box that originally contained several Remington .38 caliber bullets.

"This is it," Fiona muttered, "it's mine." ”

The room was quiet, and the atmosphere was weird.

The agents enter Travis' room. Katyusha pulled on her gloves and said to Caraño, "I wanted to see if we could find anything about his friends, their addresses, and the places he frequented."

They scoured the teenage boy's room for revealing things — clothes, comic books, DVDs, Japanese comic books, cartoons, game paraphernalia, computer parts, notebooks and sketchpads. She noticed that there was almost nothing to do with music, and nothing to do with sports.

Katyusha was surprised as she flipped through her notebook. The boy drew a mask, exactly like the one outside the window of Mira's house.

The sketch was small, but it made her shudder.

A drawer contains several tubes of muscle elimination and books on acne prescriptions, diets, treatments, and dermabrasion and scar removal methods. Although Travis's problems are not as serious as many teenage boys, perhaps this is the main reason why he is left out in the cold.

Katyusha continued to search. Under the bed, she found a safe. It was locked, but she saw a key in the desk drawer on the top floor. It is the key that is used to open the safe. She expected to see drugs or pornographic books or something, but to her surprise, there were wades of bills inside.

Caraño saw from behind her, "Hmm"

It's about $4,000. The tickets were new, neatly stacked, and appeared to have been taken from a bank or ATM, rather than from a buyer in a drug deal. Katyusha took the box with other evidence. Not only did she not want Travis to run away with the money if he returned, but she also had no doubt that his father would take the money for himself if he found out. "And this thing." Calanio said. He held up the printouts in his hand, most of them taken secretly by high school girls, taken at Stevenson Middle School. However, there are no explicit or underskirt photos, and there are no photos taken in the dressing room or bathroom.

Katyusha came out of the room and asked Fiona, "Do you know them?"

Neither husband nor wife knew each other.

She turned to the photos again. She remembered seeing one of the girls before - in a news report about the June 9 car accident. The girl's name was Gardner, and she was the one who survived the car accident. Her photo is more formal than the others, and the pretty girl has a sideways face with a faint smile on her face. Katyusha turned the sleek rectangular piece of tissue paper around and noticed a corner of the team's group photo on the other side. Travis tore the photo out of the school's annual report.

Did he ask Caitlyn for a picture and be denied? Or is he too shy to even ask?

The officers searched for half an hour and found no leads, no phone numbers, email addresses or the names of friends. He doesn't have an address book, and he doesn't have the habit of taking notes.

Katyusha wondered what would be inside his laptop. She opened the lid. The computer was dormant and started up all at once. She wasn't surprised when the computer asked for a password. Katyusha asked the boy's father, "Do you know what the password is?"

"If only he could tell us." He pointed to the computer, "Well, that's the problem, you know. That's the root cause of the problem, playing computer games, it's all violent games, shooting, dismantling, all kinds of messy things. ”

Fiona seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown, "But, people grow up playing soldiers, and I know you've had too. Just because all the boys have played similar games doesn't mean they have to kill!"

"Times are different," he muttered, "and they were better then than they are now." ”

Katyusha and Caraño made their way to the door, laptops, notebooks, safes, and thousands of pages of printouts, notes, and photographs.

"Did you think of one thing?" Fiona asked.

Katyusha paused, then turned around.

"Even if he did it, which was to stalk the girl, it is possible that it was not his fault. All the bad things they said about him pushed him to the extreme. They attacked him with words, with words full of resentment. And my Travis didn't even say a bad word about them. She controlled her tears, "He's the victim if he says that." ”

On the way to Salinas, not far from the beautiful Saika Circuit, Katyusha saw a construction worker in front of her holding a stop sign, and she quickly applied the brakes to bring the Ford to an emergency stop. In front of them, two huge bulldozers slowly drove across the road, throwing the red dirt into the air.

She was on the phone with Officer Reinhold. It was the young officer who sent Tammy's computer to her and Boleyn. Ray drove quickly to the Crime Scene Investigation Section of the County Police Department in Salinas, leaving Travis' Dell laptop to be used as evidence.

"I've logged in," Reinhold told her, "and I've sampled it for fingerprints and other traces." Oh, it's probably not necessary, Inspector Katyusha, but I've also taken nitride samples to see if there's any traces of explosives. ”

Computers sometimes set up "booby-traps", which are not really improvised explosive devices, but are used to destroy undesirable data contained in documents.

"Okay, officer."