But Katyusha was still thinking about William's case, and Scott had long since disappeared from her mind.

She and Carter return to the office. She was just about to sit down at her desk when she called. She was delighted. She guessed he must have obtained the results of an analysis of the white fibers on the bicycle and the sweatshirt.

"Katyusha, we have a problem." His voice was a little uneasy.

"Go on."

"Okay. First, didn't Peter say that they found white fibers in the car?

It just happened to be the one we found at William's house. ”

"Then he's the murderer. What did the warrant sheriff say?"

"I haven't talked about it yet. William ran away. ”

"What?"

"He didn't go to work. No, he went to work - there were new bicycle prints where he worked. He sneaked into the back room, stole a few bagels, and took some cash from the workers' wallets...... There was also a butcher's knife, which then disappeared. I called his parents, but they didn't hear from him, claiming that they didn't know where he might have gone either. ”

"Where are you?"

"In my office. I am ready to issue a notice of his arrest, in our place, in Salinas, in Heart of the Sea, and in several surrounding counties. ”

Katyusha shook her body and leaned back, angry at herself. Why didn't she plan carefully and send someone to follow the boy when he left? She tried in every possible way to condemn him, while at the same time letting him slip away under her nose.

To make matters worse, she had to report everything that had happened to Terrence.

But didn't you bring him?

"There's another situation. I looked up down the street next to the bagel bakery and saw a deli next to the Safeway supermarket. ”

"Yes, I know."

"There's a flower stall downstairs."

"It's a rose!" She said.

"Yes, it is. I chatted with the stall owner. Hugh's voice was much calmer, "Yesterday, someone slipped up to the flower stall and stole all the bouquets of red roses. ”

She now understood why he looked so serious, "All of them? How much did he take?"

He paused slightly, "Dozen, it looks like he's just starting to get started." ”

Katyusha's cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID.

It turned out to be the hacker Garnett, and she answered the phone.

"Surveillance cameras never gave me good luck, but this time I found out that Javanese coffee houses sell Blue Mountain Jamaican coffee. You can buy 3 pounds for half the money, but of course it will cost you about $50. But the coffee is absolutely superb. ”

She did not respond to his instigation. He realized, "What's the matter, boss?"

"There's a change in plans, Garnett." She told him about William, Fiona, and the forensic doctor's match.

"He ran away, sir? He's still looking for more people?"

"Yes, I want you to go to the Bagel Bakery and talk to his friends, anyone who knows him, and find out where he's going, who he's likely to be with, and where he likes to go."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

Katyusha then called another patrol officer who assisted in the investigation, and he was unlucky not to find a witness in the parking lot where the girl was kidnapped. She also briefly briefed him on the situation, telling him to go to the video arcade and look up clues about where the boy might have been.

Katyusha hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. A feeling of helpless anxiety welled up in her. She needed witnesses and visited them. It's something she was born with, and she loves it and is good at it. Now the case is mired in evidence and speculation, and progress has been sluggish.

She glanced at the printout of the Chilton Report.

"I think it's better for us to reach out to potential victims and tell them to be careful. Are people still attacking him on social networking sites like My Space, Facebook and Our World?" She asked Carter.

"These sites don't have a lot of impact because they're international. The Chilton report is a local website, where 90 per cent of offensive posts are directed at William. I'll tell you one thing that might help, find the addresses of the people who posted these posts on the internet. If we can find it, we can contact the service provider to find their residential address. This will save a lot of time. ”

"How?"

"It has to be found from Chilton himself or from his webmaster."

"Carter, if he refuses, do you know any way to convince him to work with us? Anything goes. ”

"I know his blog," Carter replied, "but I don't know much about him personally, other than that autobiography on 'The Report.'" I like to do some probing work, though. His eyes flashed, just like she had seen before. He turned back to his computer.

There are mysteries everywhere......

While the professor was concentrating on his homework, Katyusha received a call from Hugh. A crime scene team searched the alley behind the Bagel bakery and found traces of sand where William had placed his bicycle, judging from the car prints; These marks are consistent with the sand left on the beach by the suspect vehicle. He added that a team from the county police department searched the area, but no one saw him.

O'Neill told her that he had recruited six more officers from the Highway Patrol to participate in the search. They were coming from downtown.

They hung up. Katyusha slumped back in her chair.

A few minutes later, Carter said he had found some background information about Chilton from his blog and by searching elsewhere. He pulled up the homepage, which had Chilton himself on his resume.

Katyusha scrolled down and began to browse through the blog content provided by Carter: "James. Chilton, 43, with Julina. Mary married and had two boys, one aged 10 and one 12. Lives in Carmel, but also has property in Hollister that looks like a vacation house, and a rental property that he inherited after his father-in-law's death. The most interesting thing I've found about Chilton right now is that he always has some quirky habits. He also writes letters with a pen. ”

"Write a letter?"

"Writing letters to editors, letters to members of Congress, writing like op-eds. He started with traditional mail, before the Internet really took off, and then by email. He wrote thousands of letters. There are rhetoric, criticism, praise, praise, and political commentary. The report quoted him as saying that one of his favorite books, "Utopia," is a novel about a man who is caught up in writing letters. Generally speaking, Chilton's letters are about advocating moral values, exposing *, praising politicians who do good and attacking evil, and he now does the same in his blog. I found many of these letters online. He seems to have found the secret to the blogosphere. He started the Chilton Report about five years ago. For now, before I go any further, it should be helpful to know a little bit about the history of blogging. ”

"Of course."