"That's good." Terrence's phone rang. He glanced at it and asked his assistant to pick it up.

"Charles, did you know in advance about the arrest of my mother?"

He was a little surprised, "I don't know, of course I don't." ”

"What did Harper say to you?"

"He said he's working on the case," Terrence said in a somewhat stiff tone, as if exculpating himself, "just like I said yesterday." ”

She couldn't tell if he was lying. She also understood why: Katyusha had violated the oldest principle of posture interrogation. She was so excited. If she gets too excited, all her skills will be halfway through. She couldn't figure out if her boss was lying to her.

"He's reviewing some files to see if I've ever tampered with Miliar's case."

"Oh, I don't know about it."

There was a sense of tension in the room.

Then the tension disappeared again, as a reassuring smile spread across Terrence's face, "Ah, you're too worried, Katyusha. It will be investigated clearly, and this case will be cleared. You have nothing to worry about. ”

Does he know something? She asked eagerly, "Why do you say that, Charles?"

He looked surprised, "Because she's innocent, of course." Your mom has never hurt anyone. You know that. ”

Katyusha returns to Girls' Wings and arrives at Connie's office. The Latina was not tall, very sexy, with black hair, and was always carefully held in place with hairspray. She is the best-dressed agent in the district bureau and one of the best agents in the entire state bureau of investigation. The 40-year-old inspector had held senior positions at the State Bureau of Investigation headquarters in Sacramento, and the State Bureau of Investigation had let her go, and her family had grown lettuce and artichokes for generations, and nothing could change her lineage. The detective's desk was in stark contrast to Katyusha's, orderly and neat. Frames with famous aphorisms hang on the wall, but the biggest picture is of her family: her three children, all burly lads, Ramirez and her husband.

"Hey, Connie."

"What's wrong with your mother?"

"You can imagine it."

"That's." She said there was a bit of a melodic accent in her tone.

"Indeed, that's why I'm here with you. I need help, it's a big favor. ”

"I'll do what I can, you know."

"I hired Hitty as a lawyer."

"Ah, he's the police's nemesis."

"But I don't want to get the details until the evidence is discovered. I asked Henry to tell me who Juan's last visitor was on the day of his death, but he pushed back. ”

"What? Henry? You're his friend. ”

"Harper threatened him."

Ramirez nodded in understanding, "Do you want me to give it a try?"

"If you can."

"You've got the right person. I went there as soon as I met with a witness. ”

She patted the folder, which contained a major drug case she had handled.

"You're the best."

The Latino detective became serious, "If it's my mom, I know what it's like." I'm going to go there and rip Harper's throat apart, too. ”

Listening to the little woman's declaration, Katyusha smiled bitterly. On her way back to the office, her phone vibrated and she glanced at the caller ID, which read "Director's Office", hoping Hugh was calling.

Unfortunately not.

"Inspector Katyusha." The officer identified himself, "I have to tell you, the State Highway Patrol called. I have bad news. ”

James is helping a friend move.

After receiving a call from the county police department, Katyusha called Chilton's home, and with Patria's guidance, she arrived at this farm house on the outskirts of Monterey. The villa is very simple. Katyusha parked her car next to a large truck, took off her iPod earbuds, and got out of the car.

Sweating profusely, Chilton, dressed in jeans and T-shirt, carried a large armchair up the stairs and into the house. A man with neatly trimmed hair, shorts and a sweat-soaked polo shirt. He was holding a stack of boxes behind the blogger. In the front yard is a sign of a real estate developer with the words "sold".

Chilton exited the front door and walked down two steps to the gravel path, flanked by small rocks and potted plants. He came to Katyusha and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Because he was sweating too much and his body was covered with dust and stains, he didn't shake hands, but nodded instead, "Pat called and said you want to see me, this time it's about the Internet address again?"

"No, we got it. Thank you. This is for another thing. ”

Another man also came, staring at Katyusha with pleasant and curious eyes.

Chilton introduced them to each other. This man's name is Donald.

As if familiar, Katyusha recalled: the name had appeared on Chilton's blog, on the "on the homepage", in a personal area, and she was sure that it was not a controversial post. Hawken returned to Monterrey from San Diego.

"It looks like we've been busy moving all day." She said.

Chilton explained: "Inspector Katyusha is investigating the case involving the 'Chimera Report.'"

Hawken frowned sympathetically. He was dark-skinned and had a deep voice, "I know another girl has been attacked. We're all listening to the news. ”

Katyusha is always cautious when it comes to leaking intelligence, and this time is no exception.

The blogger explained that the Chilton family and Hawken, along with his first wife, used to be close friends a few years ago. Wives often cook dinner with each other, and husbands often play golf on the golf course in the depressed Pacific Jungle Town. The Hawken family moved to San Diego about 3 years ago, but he recently remarried, sold the company and came back here.

"Can I talk to you alone for a while?" Katyusha asked Chilton.

As Hawken returned to the delivery truck, the blogger and Katyusha walked towards her Victoria Crown. He tilted his head and waited, gasping for breath from moving the furniture just now.

"I just got a call from the sheriff's office. The Highway Patrol found another cross with today's date written on it. ”

His face sank, "Oh, no, what about the boy?"

"His whereabouts are not yet known. He's missing. It looks like he has weapons. ”