Driving up Route 27, James's hands were on the steering wheel, staring at the deflected road in front of him, and he couldn't tell how he was feeling right now.

The self-blame for Georgina's kidnapping didn't lessen much, but at least it didn't make him lose his ability to think rationally. The hunt for Robert has entered the same process as the missing person, except for waiting and waiting. And from Crowley, James knew about it, and he could ignore the possibility that Robert would be found by the police.

James used his sanity, as Zach expected, to spend an evening thinking about what had happened around him lately. Trying his best to separate Amilia's case from his Georgina, but apparently failing, the two are still intertwined, which leads him to a new idea.

He can already realize that he can't get rid of Grande, it's a relationship of character. If he finds out that there is a case related to an alien race, he will definitely intervene as much as possible, and as long as he does, he will not accidentally encounter a vampire......

So there is no need to destroy his relationship with Grande because of a moment of anger, either he squeezed Grande out of the incident, or Grande squeezed him out. The result is what has happened in Barton lately, and everything has gone in an unsatisfactory direction because of their mutual opposition.

But Zach was right in the end. James himself found out that he would never say anything nice about vampires. He just can't be at peace with this vampire who likes to meddle and affect other people's lives, he just keeps a prejudice against other races.

Vampires don't stop pointing fingers at others and their influence on Barton's future just because they're civilians.

There is nothing wrong with this, but is it necessary to force human beings to completely trust those who are stronger than themselves and who occasionally use humans as food, and let them manipulate them? Is it necessary to force alien races that have the ability to influence the trajectory of other people's lives and have the ability to reverse their fate. Drinking goat's blood at home every day?

It can't be, life is not a stone.

James and Grande's relationship begins with a mutual use of cooperation, and Zach doesn't want any aliens to treat Barton as his table, and James needs to reclaim his identity.

It's good to keep this relationship like this, the strong side needs to accommodate the perception of the weaker side, and the weak side needs to be vigilant against the strong side. Both sides are in the midst of grievances. No one took advantage of it, if there was, it was the city that the two sides jointly defended.

James let out a sigh of relief in the car and drove in the direction of Wes's house.

In fact, James had already been to the Southside today, but he had been staying with Wes.

James was put on smuggling leave by the police department, giving him time to sort out his relationship. Who would have thought that the detective who had just broken up went to his ex-girlfriend's house to save his feelings, only to find out that his girlfriend had been kidnapped (it was James himself who reported the crime).

When the gossip about the general's son going wrong during this time was hot in the mouths of colleagues in the police department. James didn't have to get along with himself, so he took the vacation. He needed a good adjustment to get back on his feet. And there's nothing better than mixing with your old friends.

James's warning to Zach not to get near Wes was not a purely unreasonable request, because he couldn't help but notice some details during his conversation with Wes—Wes often mentioned Grande.

"Seriously, I think Grande is very nice and friendly. and zealous. I don't understand, why do you reject them so much......"

James took this as a red flag.

James stopped the car. The two ran to the front porch, and their hands directly grabbed the handle, pulled, and actually locked it. James frowned, took two steps back, and looked the door up and down.

A note is inserted in the crack of the door. James bent down to pick it up.

"I waited too long, and I was summoned by the bureau. The key is pressed under the stone under the front porch, and I don't think I can come back, so I think you might as well go home. ”

James snorted and folded the note. He knew it perfectly. Wes wasn't busy, he was just treated as a newcomer, in the morning he personally went to the Southern District Bureau, asked for someone, and dragged Wes out, and went to Grande at noon, I didn't plan to stay so long to listen to Zack's story, the time was indeed delayed, and when I came back, Wes was actually taken away again.

James shook it impatiently on the front porch twice, forget it, the face of the general's son and the face of the detective cannot be used often, and it is not good to arouse the disgust of the chief of the Southern District Police. What James didn't know was that it didn't matter, the Southern District Director already hated Wess.

After hesitating for a while, James didn't plan to look for it again, or if Wes was back, it would be better to go back to the North End. The kidnapping investigation in his hand was still found out by Torkosen, and he returned it as soon as possible, so as not to make his director unhappy with him. In cases involving private police officers, contact with relevant persons is expressly prohibited.

James made his decision, turned around and walked back to his car, opened the door, and was about to go back.

"Hey, boy!" came an unfamiliar voice, and James looked back to see a middle-aged man of medium stature trotting towards him in the sun with a backpack on his back.

"Hey. Confirming that the other party was shouting to himself, James took off his sunglasses and leaned against the car door to look at the people running by, "Is there something wrong?"

The man's mature and handsome face was soaked with sweat and oil, and he grinned, his free hand pulling at the collar of his unbuttoned shirt and inciting, as he approached James, "Hey!

James looked around, and it was empty except for Wes's house, and he couldn't see another house until he could see it from afar. This is the norm in the Southern District.

James didn't answer, raised his chin, and motioned for the other party to say something quickly.

The man smiled, his arm raised to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and didn't mind James's attitude. The joy of finally finding a living person in this remote place was greater than a qiē, and he took out something like a business card, and consciously did not let his sweat-stained arm lean against James.

"I'm going to this place. He explained with a smile, "I seem to have taken the wrong stop, waited for a while, and didn't wait for the new bus (South Side bus, half an hour, eleven rolls. I thought I could find it, but I got lost. ”

James tilted his head sideways, looking at the "Grande Funeral Home" and Zachary Grande on the business card, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Haha. The man laughed self-deprecatingly, but it seemed that he was in a good mood, and he really didn't know how long he had been around, "I know, it sounds silly to be an adult to get lost, but it's my first time here." He looked at James expectantly, "Now, I've been around here for almost two hours, and I really need someone to show me the way." ”

James looked away from the business card and looked around, he didn't know what he was looking at, he just didn't want to look at the vampire's name for a moment.

"Oh!" the man's tone sank, and he would have been mistaken, "aren't you familiar with this place either?" he retracted, smiling and waving at James, "Don't mind, I'll find another one." The man had already begun to look around and stepped away slightly, "Thank you anyway." ”

"Wait. James brought back his sunglasses, and after the jet-black lenses, he was already frowning, and quickly looked at the man, "You, you're a backpacker?"

The reason I ask this is that Grand is on the west side of Route 27, and now that James is on the east side, will backpackers not have the most basic sense of direction?

The man's steps to leave stopped, he didn't seem to mind chatting with strangers, walked over again, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "No, it's just a guy who can't afford a car." ”

But in James's eyes, the other party just doesn't go around the rearview mirror, so that he can see the other party's reflection!

James leaned on the door with one hand, the other already hanging down, dangling at his waist.

"Your accent, you're not from the East. James raised his chin to draw the other's gaze to his face, "First time at Barton?"

The man smiled reluctantly and nodded, "Yes, the central people, I just arrived today, and I came for the first time." ”

"First time in Barton. James repeated, his hand was already clasped on his holster, Zach just told him that the hunter also arrived today, but Zack made it very clear, it was an Indian hunter team, because the demon sent by Crowley was not low-level, and the hostages exchanged by the hunter must also be heavyweights!

The man in front of him was not from India, but he came at the same time. James pursed his lips, "As soon as you come to Barton, find a funeral home." "That's where the most suspicious thing goes.

The tone was declarative, but the man obviously took this as a question, he seemed to hesitate, wiped his slightly reddish eyelids, rubbed his chin again, and mumbled, "Well, find someone." ”

"Looking for Grande?" asked James.

The man's face turned strange, "Yes." He didn't seem to want to talk to James any longer, frowning, leaning sideways, and pointing to a house in the distance with a raised thumb, "I think I should go over there and have a look......

James was pretty sure there was something wrong with the man! He was a police detective, and he could clearly see that a man was dodging the topic! James reached out, as if he was just casually trying to pat the other's sweaty arm.

The man removed his arm, dodged it, and said with a smile, "It's all sweat." He raised his hand to James and finally gestured, "Thank you, I'm leaving." ”

"Stop!" Jacoith roared suddenly.

The man was startled and turned around, looking confused, "Uh, and......" His arm was already grabbed.

James had already bypassed the car door, stepped in front of the man, grabbed the other's arm, stared at the sweaty arm of the stiffly whitened fingers, hot.

"You ......" As soon as the man said a word in surprise, James dragged the other man, pressed the car door down, and looked in the rearview mirror.

There are shadows.

James was stunned and annoyed, "Patton Police Department, who are you!" (to be continued......