Chapter 14 Chapter Thirteen

As soon as I stepped out the door, I nearly bumped into Owen head-on. He had just returned from the set, and he was overwhelmed by the weight of his camera bag and tripod.His face is smooth and youthful.Estelle.he cried. I have to say something.I took a step towards him, or he took a step towards me, and then the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs behind him stopped.It was Leah, and she looked a little impatient.you are here.she says. how? Someone is looking for you downstairs.she says. who is it?I said. You will know when you go downstairs.she says. I shrugged, glanced at Owen, and went downstairs.Paul.Chief Inspector Kamsky is in the corridor.Miles stood beside him, but the two did not speak.Kamsky caught a glimpse of me.

Sorry, came here without prior notice.He said. It doesn't matter. Where is it convenient to talk? You can use the kitchen downstairs.Myers said. It's not hidden enough there.I said. It doesn't matter.Kamsky said. We won't bother, Miles said, and I'll make some coffee. Once Kamsky sat down at the kitchen table, he looked around with a smile on his face.How many of you live here? The number is not fixed, I say, tenants come and go all the time. Is it like a commune? It's just that everyone rents a house together. I can't do that, he said, I like my own space.

I know what you mean. Miles puts the coffee cup on the table.Kamsky picked up his glass, peered at the contents, then looked up at me.The problem was with the package.He said. You haven't found the package yet? Have you ever had this kind of experience: you can't catch it because you don't know where it is? No. There are a few things about this case that bother me.He said. Mitchell said the same thing. I know, Kamsky said, he's not one to be easily satisfied. how about you?I said, are you easily satisfied? You were involved in this case, he said, and you gave an interview and revealed your connection.

It wasn't really an interview, I said, I was just choking on a reporter. A dignified non-commentary is usually the best strategy.Kamsky said. I didn't think clearly at the time. My biggest concern, though, is how much material they've got related to the case. I don't think they got any material. I'm going to tell you some news that hasn't been made public yet.Please don't mention it to any reporter.As you know, De.Mrs. Soto wore jewellery, necklaces, earrings, and bracelets of great value.Perhaps you noticed that one of the earrings was missing. No, I didn't pay attention.

Only one.It was ripped off, cutting her earlobe. I cringe involuntarily. Don't worry anymore, said Kamsky, presumably it was ripped off after she died.My psychiatric colleagues say the murderer probably sees it as a trophy. loot? It can also be called a souvenir.By the way, my psychiatric colleague would also like to chat with you. I shouldn't be able to help much. It's too early to tell.Kamsky said.He paused and took a long sip of coffee.Is it possible that you took something and put it in a messenger bag. package?It's ridiculous.I broke in through the window and found her dead at home without even stopping to get the package.

In my opinion, there are three possibilities here.First, there was no package at all; second, you took it; third, the murderer took it. Have you searched carefully?I asked him, sometimes I have come to the door, but things are not ready at all.This is really irritating.After I arrived, they went to find things, and only after they found them did they go to prepare the bag.So maybe she wasn't packed yet. While that might be true, Kamsky said, another possibility is that the package was expensive.Or maybe there was something special wrapped in it that the murderer was looking for. impossible.I said.

Why? She only made an appointment for a courier pick-up half an hour ago.The guy happened to shoplift it in the last few minutes, so it must still be in the house.Or, is this another coincidence? No, said Kamsky, I'm sick of coincidences now.And the murderer killed De.Mrs. Soto, but only took an earring and the package you were about to pick up.Don't you think this is interesting? It should be said to be weird. Do you know what you are getting? have no idea.People call express only need to tell the size of the package.If it's a grand piano, the boss usually won't send me to pick it up by bicycle.But you should talk to my boss.

I talked about it, and Kamsky said with a frown that his records were not very well preserved. Do you need to say that?I said that one day the tax bureau will come to the door and conduct a search. Hello, Pipa greets you from the door, why don't you introduce your distinguished guest to me? Pipa, this is Inspector Kamsky.I said. Well, it's the Chief Inspector, he said, but that's all right. This is Pipa.She is one of the tenants here. Pipa's eyes sparkled suddenly, and he ran over to sit at the dining table. Be careful what you say, I told Kamsky, she's a lawyer. But I believe she is also a good person.Kamsky said.

Are you in charge of investigating homicides?Pipa asked him. Ingrid.De.I lead Soto's scouting team.I also privately communicated with the manager Margaret.The Farrell homicide team was approached.However, there is no evidence yet that the two homicides are linked. Of course it's related.Pipa said. What is an association?Kamsky asked. Estelle.A voice came from behind.I don't have to turn my head to know it's goddamn Dalio, and in a goddamn trance.I knew he was on drugs from his voice and his eyes.He opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer, and flipped the cap off with his thumb.You'd better watch her closely.Is there a clear rule: the person who reports the murder is definitely the number one suspect?

That's not an explicit rule.Kamsky said. Dalio sat down next to me and took a gulp of beer.There are motives to follow, he said, Peggy.Farrell opens the car door in front of Estelle, hurting her.Then there was another woman, who told Estelle to ride all the way to Mount Higersey.If that's not a motive for murder, then I don't know what is. This is Dalio, I said, another roommate. The kitchen was suddenly overcrowded.Word spread of Kamsky's presence at the house, and everyone came to see him for what he really was.Dawei and Xiaomei came in holding hands, their affectionate appearance made people sick.Owen came and sat next to me.Unexpectedly, even he could not resist the charm of the Chief Inspector.The hostess Lia opened a bottle of wine, grabbed a handful of wine glasses, poured a glass and handed it to Kamsky, who nodded and accepted.

Don't you have to say that you don't drink while on duty?After Dalio asked, he roared happily. Kamsky glanced at his watch.I'm not counting on duty, he said, cheers. Now everyone has pulled their chairs to the table and formed a crowded circle, like a child's birthday party, preparing to sing happy birthday and waiting to blow out the candles.However, Kamsky, who became the focus of everyone, seemed very at a loss. So, how is the progress?Xiaomei asked, sorry, I don't mean to be nosy, but I've never seen a real agent before. Do you live here too?Kamsky asked. She is with me.David said. It is still difficult to grasp the dynamics of the case.Kamsky said. Just wait and see, I said, the worst is yet to come. Are you here to take a statement?David asked him. Why do you ask that?Kamsky said, do you have something to say? I have nothing to say.David said. But someone has something to say.Leah said. The scene fell into silence.Kamsky moved around awkwardly.What's the meaning?he asked. Leah looked around the table. Did she say that anyone who has been near the scene before or after the murder should report to the police? Well Kamsky was about to explain. Leah.Miles said in a warning tone. I just think that a person should keep his word. There was an uproar at the dinner table.Pipa raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.She spoke with frosty composure. I don't think it's the right moment or occasion, but Leah is a man of the law.Even if the sky falls, it will not hesitate.What she wanted to say was, Peggy.On the day Farrell was murdered, friends came to spend the night with me.He is not very easy to contact, but if necessary, he will definitely come to the case to give a statement.But the police probably have no interest in this matter. What about you, Dalio?Leah said triumphantly. As Leah tightens the humiliating screws tighter and tighter, the scene is either downright embarrassing or downright comical.Dalio's face flushed red.Leah, I don't know, I stuttered and he stopped talking. Dalio, any questions?Lia asked him excitedly. Miles glanced anxiously at me, and when he saw the expression on my face, his eyes drifted away. I need a little more time, Dalio said, the situation is complicated.I must Oh, enough is enough.Leah said as she got up and walked out of the kitchen.We heard heavy footsteps going up the stairs.Everyone around the table looked at each other. This is an exception, Davey told Kamsky, and we usually get along just fine.It's just that some people have different personalities. You are right.Dalio said. Then there was the clack of footsteps.Everyone who seemed to be waiting for a tornado to strike seemed to shrink back.Leah strode in.This is taken from Dalio's room.As she spoke, she threw something in the middle of the table. As if someone had pulled out the plug, Dalio's face turned pale with a bang.On the table is a small transparent plastic bag filled with brown things. The reason Dalio dodged so much, Leah said, was because of Margaret.Not long at all Farrell died, and he was doing his little drug business on the gate steps with an as-yet unconnected man. A terrifying silence fell over the dining table.I've called her a bitch before, so I have nothing else to say about her.I might be tempted to beat her up, but it's not convenient to do it with the agent around.I looked around at the faces in front of the table who were too shocked to speak.I have a silicophobia.Once quiet, the silence must be broken.I look at Leah.Is this your conspiracy?I said, if Dalio can be arrested, you don't have to pay his share? Be less childish, Estelle.she says. What are you talking about? Kamsky leans forward, picks up the bag and throws it at Dalio.Don't smoke too much of this stuff, he said, it's not just bad for your health.People who smoke this stuff get bored.Look, I'm in charge of murder detection.I don't give a damn if you trade marijuana.He looked at the pipa.I don't care if you sleep with your best friend's husband.All you have to do is file a police report.If you know of other witnesses, please also ask them to report to the police station.Kamsky got up.But not for me.This is not my detective project.Ask them to contact Inspector Mitchell, who looks at me with a smile on his face, and I'm sure Miss Belle will give you his number. Won't you stay for dinner?Pipa asked. Is Pipa going to strike up a conversation with him?Could it be that she doesn't pick anyone?Is there nothing sacrosanct?Kamsky, however, just smiled and shook his head.Are you a lawyer?He said to Pipa. That's right. Looks like the family really needs a lawyer. After saying this, he left, leaving us to face the endgame.