"Secondly, we have to assert that it is not Edie's medicine. It was another person's medicine, neither intentionally intended to kill him nor by negligence. We need to find the person who was there at the time - the person who might have seen the murderer. Or find the person who might be the murderer. What do you mean, was there anyone near the intensive care unit when Edie died?"

Edie replied, "There were a few nurses in the side room, but only them, his family was gone, and there were no visitors."

"Well, I'll stay tuned for that." Hitty's face turned solemn, "Now, we're going to talk about the most serious issues. Antihistamines are added to intravenous medications. ”

"It's antihistamines." Edie said.

"When the police raided your home, they found a bottle of diphenhydramine with a brand name. The bottle is empty. ”

"What?" Stuart gasped.

"Found in a garage, hidden in a pile of rags."

"Impossible."

"There's also a syringe with a little bit of dried morphine on it, which is the same brand as the morphine given to Miliar for intravenous drips."

Edie muttered, "I didn't put it there, I certainly didn't."

"We know, Mom."

The lawyer added: "There are no fingerprints and no critical traces."

Katyusha said: "It is the criminals who are to blame."

"That's exactly what we're asking for. He or she killed Miliar intentionally, or by negligence. In either case, they're hiding bottles and syringes in your garage to pass the blame. ”

Edie frowned and looked at her daughter, "I remember at the beginning of the month, shortly after Juan died, I told you I heard a noise outside, coming from the garage. I'm sure someone has been there. ”

"That's right." Katyusha agreed, though she didn't remember much - all she could think about was how to catch Marven at the time.

"Of course," Katyusha said again.

"Of course what?"

"Well, there's one thing we need to consider. I once had a police officer outside their house - for safety. Harper would wonder why he didn't see it. ”

"Otherwise," said Edie, "we should know if he saw the intruder." ”

"Yes." Katyusha said quickly. She gave the officer's name to Hittie.

"I'll check this too." She added, "We have another thing, which is the report of the patient telling you to 'kill me,' and you have told a few people about it." There are witnesses to this matter. ”

"That's right." Edie said, looking like she was going to get justice for herself, and her eyes were on Katyusha.

Katyusha suddenly had a terrible thought: would she be arraigned as a testimony against her mother? She felt a little unwell at the thought of this. "But he wouldn't tell anyone if she would have intentionally killed someone," she said.

"Yes, but remember, Harper will hype it up, not for the sake of being just. As someone said, let's hope Harper doesn't find out about it all. He stood up, "I'll let you know as soon as there's any news from the experts and I get the details of the autopsy report." Still have questions?"

The look on Edie's face shows that, yes, she has a thousand questions. But she just shook her head.

"It's not desperate yet, Edie. The evidence in the garage is a bit of a hassle, but we're going to do our best to deal with it. Heaty gathered up the papers, organized them and put them in her suitcase. He shook hands with everyone and smiled at them as a sign of comfort. Stuart sent him to the door, and the floor creaked under the weight of his muscular body.

Katyusha also got up. She said to her mother, "Can you be sure that the child will not become a liability? I can take them to Martini's house. ”

"No, no. I look forward to them coming. She put on a sweater, "Actually, I was going to go out and see them." ”

Katyusha hugged her and felt her mother's shoulders stiff. The two women stared awkwardly into each other's eyes for a moment. Edie then walked out.

Katyusha also hugged her father, "How about coming over for dinner tomorrow?"

"We'll talk about it then."

"Actually, everything will be fine, not only for Mom, but also for you and everyone."

"I'll talk to her."

Katyusha returned to the office. For the next few hours, she arranged for the surveillance of the home of the likely victim and Fiona's, deploying the best police force possible. The hunt for the boy felt hopeless and discouraging. He ends up being as invisible as the electrons in the vicious post that pushes him on the hunt.

It's so comfortable.

At 11 p.m., Katyusha drove back to her home in Jungle Town, feeling a little relieved after a long day.

The Victorian-elegant house has a dark green exterior with grey balustrades, shutters and friezes, and is located in the north-west of Bushtown; If the time of year, the direction of the wind, and the way you recline on the rickety railing are all the right at the same time, you can see the sea.

She walked into the narrow entryway, turned on the light, and locked the door with her. Two dogs pounced on her and greeted her. Dylan is a black-brown German Shepherd, while Patch is a small, flat-haired retriever. One dog is named in honor of the greatest folk rock songwriter, and the other dog is named in honor of a Western country singer who has not been seen in the last 100 years.

Katyusha checked her email, and there were no new developments in the case. The kitchen is spacious and equipped with amenities from different eras. She poured a glass of wine, scoured for some leftovers, and opted for half a turkey sandwich that had been in the fridge for an unknown amount of time.

She fed the two dogs food and let them go to the back of the house. Just as she was about to get back to her computer, she heard a commotion from them. The two dogs barked in a panic and rushed over. Sometimes squirrels or cats do this when they break in by mistake. But this is not usually the case at night. Katyusha put down her glass, tapped her fingers on the handle of the Glock pistol, and walked out to the observation deck of the house.

She gasped.

About 40 feet away from the house was a cross erected.

No!

She pulled out her gun, held a flashlight, called the dog to her side, and swept the pillar of light towards the backyard. The place is small, but it stretches out 50 feet from the back of the house, and is overgrown with groove sorrel, dwarf oak, maple, asters, lupins, sweet potato vines, safflower grass, and all kinds of weeds. The plants that grow here are suitable for thriving in sandy soil and shady places.