But Katyusha ignored it, and she continued to walk towards the antechamber. She felt the wife nervous and bent on protecting her husband. In any case, as a visitor, you must immediately control the situation and let the interviewee set the rules. But by the time Katyusha reached the front door, Chilton had returned, and the rented car was leaving, the tires creaking the stones.

His green eyes, about the same color as hers, looked in her direction. As she shook his hand, she read curiosity and a hint of resistance in the blogger's dark, speckled face, not just wariness.

She flashed her ID again, "Can we find a place to talk for a few minutes, Mr. Chilton?"

"Of course, just come to my office."

He led her into the hall. The room they entered was simple and unkempt, filled with stacks of magazines, newspaper clippings, and computer printouts. Combined with what she learned from Carter, Katyusha understood that the way reporters work is changing: Just like here, a small room in a house or apartment building replaces a large room in the newspaper's press department. Katyusha came to her senses when she saw a cup of tea next to his computer, because the whole room was filled with the smell of chrysanthemum tea. Nowadays, journalists with personalities are obviously not allowed to smoke, or drink coffee or brandy.

They sat down. He lifted his eyelashes, "Is he complaining?" But I wondered, why the police and not the administration?"

"What's going on?" Katyusha was confused.

Chilton shook himself back in his chair, took off his hat, rubbed his bare scalp, and put it back on. He was a little annoyed, "Oh, he's scolding, saying it's slander." But that's not a slander, it's a real thing. Moreover, even if I did write it wrong, I didn't actually write it wrong, and slander is not a crime in this country. So, why are you involved?" His eyes are keen, he is looking for something, and he looks like he is in trouble; It's not hard to imagine that Katyusha would get tired of staying in front of him for a while.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Aren't you here for Brubaker's business?"

"It's not. Who is this man?"

"He wants to build a seawater purification plant, which will destroy our coastline."

She remembered the Chilton Report's blog posts criticizing the factory and the slogans on car bumpers.

"No, I came to have nothing to do with that."

Chilton furrowed his forehead, "He likes to stop me. He came to indict me on trumped-up charges. But sorry, I'm just extrapolating. His expression slackened, and he was no longer alert, "Brubaker does give him a headache, though. ”

Katyusha wanted to know what the developer's charges were.

"I'm sorry." Patria appeared at the door and brought her husband a cup of tea. She asked Katyusha what she wanted to drink. Despite her smile, she looked at the detective with suspicion.

"Thanks, no need."

Chilton nodded at the tea and winked affectionately at his wife in thanks. She closed the door as she went out.

"So what can I do for you?"

"Your blog post about a roadside car kidnapping."

"Oh, the kidnapping?" His eyes were fixed on Katyusha, and some alarmist expressions appeared on his face; She could tell there was a tension in his gesture. "I'm following that news. The girl was assaulted, and it was on the news because she posted something on her blog. The person who posted the post started saying the same thing. Do you want that boy's name. ”

"No, we already have."

"Is he the one who wants to drown her?"

"Seems to be."

Chilton was quick to say, "I'm not attacking him. I mean: Did the police mess up the investigation and did the state Department of Transportation maintain the roads properly? I've been very direct about it, and he's not wrong. I removed his name. ”

"Whoever wants to make trouble will soon work together to find him."

Chilton pouted. He took the comment as a criticism of him or the blog, which he didn't. But he also admitted: "That happens." Well, what can I do for you?"

"We have reason to believe William? It's possible that Fiona was planning to attack other people who had posted comments and scolded him. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Not sure, but we have to consider the possibility."

Chilton smiled wryly, "I mean, can't you arrest him?"

"We're arresting him right now. We don't know where he ran to. ”

"I see." Chilton said slowly. Katyusha could tell from his shrugged shoulders and stiff neck that he wanted to know what she really wanted. Katyusha considered Carter's advice and said, "Today your blog is world-famous and well-regarded. That's why so many people are following the post on it. ”

There was a glint of pleasure in his eyes, faint but obvious enough to Katyusha; In her opinion, even blunt flattery, Chilton is very useful.

"But the problem is that all those who post against William are likely to be targeted. The number of people is constantly increasing every hour. ”

"The Chilton report is one of the most click-through sites in the region. It is the most read blog in the state. "I'm not surprised. I love the result. Katyusha pinched her own thoughtful expression, and couldn't let her duitous be exposed.

"Thank you." Chilton's eyes narrowed and he smiled.

"However, we still have a problem to face: every time someone links to a post about the 'car kidnapping', they can become a potential target. Some of them are anonymous, and some are not in this area. But some live right nearby. So we're worried that William will find out who they are and then track them down. ”

"Oh," Chilton replied, his smile gone, his mind spinning rapidly, "then you're here for their web address." ”

"To keep them safe."

"I'm not going to give out my address."

"But these people are in danger."

"The principle of governance in this country is the separation of the media and the polity." It seems that this frivolous quotation of scriptures has given her an excuse in the face.

"The girl was thrown in the trunk and almost drowned. It is possible that William is currently planning his next attack. ”