[Ran^Text^Library] Hamilton was notoriously hard-hearted. But he never betrayed a loyal member of his team with that evaluation. He thought to himself that it was really enlightening for him to see the three dark natures of human beings, cowardice, intolerance, and betrayal, so to be displayed in such a grand manner.

"She's not there?"

"I'll take a look." Terrence dialed the phone.

"She's still at the crime scene at Hawken's house."

"Okay, I'm just going to check it." Royce thought for a moment, "Of course, it would be better if no one interfered with me. ”

"I have an idea. I called her assistant back and told her to do something and run errands. There are always a lot of stories that need to be copied. Or, I see it this way: find out her caseload and time, and I will have no problem taking her pulse. I'm that kind of boss: she doesn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. ”

Royce left Terrence's office and walked down the hallway. There was a pause in front of Katyusha's office. He waited in the aisle until he saw his assistant, a capable woman named Mary Allen, answering a phone call. She stood up with a confused look on her face. Walk down the hallway. Hamilton has a chance.

Boleyn walked to the end of the alley and stopped, looking into the back street on the right. The direction he was looking was the direction in which Travis had disappeared. From here the terrain begins to decline. Below is Monterey Bay. The lot is home to a number of single-family bungalows, beige and tan apartment buildings, and lush vegetation. Despite the lighthouse street cars behind him. But the shoulder of the road was empty. A thick fog shrouded in, and the scenery turned grayish-white.

Alas, since the boy ran away, Katyusha could not have had a good impression of his detective work. He thought so.

He called 911 and said he saw Travis and told them where he was. The dispatcher reported that a police car arrived in the arcade 5 minutes later.

Well, that's all there is to the recklessness of the young man, he said to himself. He specializes in academic research, teaching, and intellectual analysis.

He can use his brain, but he can't.

He turned and walked towards the arcade to meet the police car. But then it occurred to him that his tracking behavior might not be contrary to his personality after all. Perhaps it's not so much a sign of masculine pride as it is a tribute to the inquisitive side of his character: answering questions, solving mysteries, and resolving puzzles. That's what Boleyn has always done: to understand society, people's hearts, and minds.

There's one more block away. What are the downsides of this? The police are coming. Perhaps he will meet a man on the street and say he saw the boy climb into a car or through the window of a nearby house.

The professor turned and walked down the gray gravel alley towards the sea. He wondered when he would see Katyusha again. He hopes to see him soon.

In fact, his mind was full of her blue eyes. Just then, the boy jumped out from behind a garbage truck 3 feet away and grabbed Boleyn by the neck. He smelled the smell of clothes that had not been washed in a long time and the characteristic smell of sweat on young people. The silver blade began to slide unhurriedly down his throat. He felt suffocated.

Katyusha made a phone call and sped the car to Chilton's house in Carmel. As she stopped, she said to the person who was calling her, "Thank you again." Then hang up the phone. She pulled up her car and walked towards a car at the county police station, where a police officer was on guard.

She walked over to him, "Hey, Miguel. ”

"Inspector Katyusha, how are you? Everything is calm here. ”

"That's good. Mr. Chilton is back, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Can you help me?"

"You say."

"Get out of the car, just stand here, maybe lean against the door. So that people can see you very clearly. ”

"Is something going to happen?"

"I'm not sure. Just stay there for a while. Don't move whatever happens. ”

He seemed hesitant, but got out of the car anyway.

Katyusha walked towards the front door and rang the doorbell. Her musician qualities told her that the last ringing of the doorbell was slightly lowered by half a tone.

Chilton opened the door and was surprised to see Katyusha, "Everything is alright?"

Katyusha looked back and took the handcuffs out of the sleeve.

Chilton looked down, "What?" He gasped.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

"What's going on?"

"Right now! Do as I say. ”

"What is this?"

She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. He was about to speak, but she said, "Shh." She handcuffed, "You are guilty of trespassing on private land, you have been arrested." ”

"What? Who's?"

"Brubaker's land, the site of a seawater purification plant."

"Wait, you mean yesterday?"

"Yes."

"You let go of me!"

"You weren't arrested, and now you're being arrested." She recited Miranda's right warning.

A dark limousine is speeding down the street. Turn and rattle up the gravel driveway to the front of the house. Katyusha recognized the car as belonging to a highway patrol detachment. The two officers sitting in front of them, both big guys, looked curiously at Katyusha and got out of the car. They looked towards the county police car and Herrera. He was touching the walkie-talkie on his ass. It seems to want to know what is going on.

The two newly arrived policemen walked together towards Katyusha and her prisoners. They noticed the handcuffs.

Katyusha said in a confused tone, "Who are you?"

"We are," said the older patrolman, "the State Highway Patrol." Who are you, ma'am?"

She pulled her purse out of her pocket. Show your ID cards to the two patrol officers: "My name is Katyusha, and I belong to the State Bureau of Investigation." What are you doing here?"

"We're here to detain Chilton."

"My prisoner?"

"Yours?"

"That's right. We just arrested him. She glanced at Herrera quickly.

"Wait here a little longer." Chilton roared.

"Don't speak." Katyusha ordered.

"We have a warrant for Chilton's arrest, as well as his computer, documents and business records, as well as all the search warrants related to the Chimera Report," the older patrolman said.

They show the file.

"It's ridiculous," Chilton said, "what the fuck is going on here?"

Katyusha repeated forcefully: "Don't speak." Then he said to the patrolman, "What's the charge?"

"Trespassing."

"On the borders of Brubaker?"

"That's right."