Chapter 55 52

The murder was indeed a rather strange one.It was a double murder, and it happened in the desolate area of ​​Roosevelt Island.The long stretch of Roosevelt Island in the East River is dotted with apartments, hospitals and ghostly ruins.Since it is not far from the United Nations building, many Manhattan residents moved here after the tram opened, many of whom were diplomats or staff working in the United Nations building.The victims of the murder were two of the residents, low-level diplomats from the Balkans.Their bodies were found, both shot in the back of the head and their hands bound. In Emilia.After Sachs inspected the scene, he discovered several strange things.She found ash from a certain type of cigarette, but the tobacco leaf was not found in the FBI tobacco database; A heavy box. Judging from the traces at the scene, someone had opened the box here after the victim was shot.What's even more strange is that the right shoes of the two people were missing, and the police couldn't find them anywhere near the scene.

Sachs, both of them are missing the right shoe, Rhyme said, looking at the evidence list.He was sitting in front of the evidence sheet while Sachs paced the living room.How to explain this? But that question was put aside for now, because Sachs' cell phone rang.The caller was Captain Marlowe's secretary, and she asked Sachs to come to the patrol captain's office.The sorcerer's case has been closed for three days, and Victor.Three days had passed since Remos said that he would take action against her.However, there has been no news about the suspension for the past three days.

when to go?Sachs asked. uh, now.The female secretary replied. Sachs hangs up the phone and looks at Rhyme with pursed lips.It's time for me to go. They stared for a while before Rhyme nodded silently.Sachs walked to the door. Half an hour later, Sachs had appeared in the patrol captain Gerald.In Marlowe's office, sit opposite the middle-aged man.There always seems to be a document on his desk, and he's reading it right now.Hold on to me, officer.He continued to flip through the document that had absorbed his attention, making occasional notes on it. She fidgeted and couldn't help picking her skin, and then her nails.Two long minutes passed.Oh, my God, she thought, she couldn't take it any longer.Excuse me, sir, what's going on now?Has he backed off?

Marlowe made a mark on the half-read document and looked up.who? Remos, about that sergeant promotion exam.And that horny cop who's taking the test with that vengeful bastard. Back off?Marlowe asked, seeming surprised by her words.Well, Constable, there's no way he's going to back down.So there was only one reason left for them to call her here for an interview.She knew at once that Marlowe was going to keep her weapons and badge, and that she was going to be suspended.Damn, hate, hate, she bit her lip. Marlowe carefully closed the document and looked at her with fatherly eyes, which made her feel very discouraged; obviously he also felt that she was punished too severely, so he showed a loving look to give her a little buffer time.You can't beat a guy like Remus, you can't outwit them on their turf.You can win a little battle, like handcuffing him at the crime scene, but you can't win the whole war.Guys like him always win.

You mean it's always the dumb people who win?Small-minded people?greedy man? He understood the meaning of the sentence, but the police genes in him prevented him from echoing the question. Look at the table, he said, and followed suit.The desk was covered with papers, stacks of briefcases and memos.I remember, when I was a patrolman, complaining about too much paper work.He rummaged through a pile of briefcases, apparently looking for something.After a while, he abandoned the pile and looked for another pile.He dug out a few documents, but none of them were what he wanted, so he had to spend a little time sorting them out before continuing to search.

Oh dad, I really never thought I'd be suspended. At this point, feelings of sadness and disappointment formed a solid boulder in her heart.She thought to herself: Well, since they really want to play, then I will accompany them to the end.Even if I get hit, they're bound to get hurt too.Remus, and all villains like Remus, must pay the price in blood. melee moment There, said the captain, finally found what he was looking for. A large envelope with a note pinned to it.He quickly read the note and glanced at the wheel-shaped clock on his desk.Damn, what time is it now?Let's get started.Officer, hand over your badge.

Although heartbroken, she obeyed the order and reached into her pocket.how long? One year, Constable.Marlowe said: I'm sorry. Suspended for a year, she thought desperately.Originally, she thought that the worst would be a three-month suspension at most. I've tried my best and it's only been a year.Police badge, please take it out.Marlowe shook his head, sorry for the rush, because someone will call me for a meeting at any time later.Meetings are crazy, and today's meeting is about insurance.People generally think that our job is only to arrest criminals, or that we do not arrest criminals.Uh huh, well over half of our jobs are boring stuff.You know what my father called the word business?He always said busy︱ness.He served American Standard for thirty-nine years and was in business all his life. Busy︱ness.The same goes for our work.He raised his hand and reached for Sachs.She was full of frustration, almost suffocated by this emotion, but she still handed over the old leather case with the silver police badge and police ID on her body.

Police badge number five eight eight five What is she going to do next?Going to be a building guard? The phone behind the captain rang, and he turned to answer it. I'm Marlowe, sir, we've got security in place.They seem to be talking about Andrew.Regarding matters related to Constable's trial, the captain put the official envelope used inside the police station on his knees while talking.He clamped the microphone around his neck, and while answering the caller's question, he also untied the red thread wrapped around the button of the official document. In a low, monotonous voice he talked of the court session, of the new charges against Constable and the other PFL members.Sachs noticed that the captain's tone had become quite different, full of respect, perfectly playing the role of the obedient.Maybe it was the director or the mayor who was talking to him on the other end of the phone.Maybe Rep. Remos.

Playing the game, playing politics is this what police work is all about?She understood that this was very different from her nature, and it made her wonder whether she was suitable to be a police officer. Thinking of this, she was so sad that she almost cried.Oh Rhyme, what shall we do next? We'll get through it, Rhyme said so.However, life should not just be lived through, and it is a kind of failure to live life in the way of support. Marlowe still tucked the microphone between his ear and shoulder, spouting bureaucratic language.Finally, he opened the envelope with his hand, picked up Sachs' police badge and threw it into the envelope.Then, he took out another thing wrapped in tissue paper from the briefcase.

There's no time for a ceremony, we'll talk about that later.Marlowe said this very quietly, obviously speaking to Sachs secretly. ceremony? He glanced at her, covered the receiver with his hands, and whispered to her: Who would understand these insurance matters?I have to figure out what mortality tables, annuities, duplication compensation Marlowe unwrapped the tissue to reveal a gold NYPD badge. He returned to his normal voice and said into the microphone: Yes, sir, we will maintain the highest alert and we will also send people to Bedford Station. Harrisonburg is also on the way. We have fully taken precautions in advance.

He whispered to her again: Your old number remains the same, policeman.He picked up a gleaming yellow police badge from the tissue paper, the number on it was the same as her patrol number: five eight eight five.He stuffed the new police badge into Sachs' old holster, then found another thing from the yellow envelope, a temporary ID, and stuffed it into the holster before returning the holster. sax. The name on this document reads: Emilia.Sachs, Detective 3rd Class. Yes, sir, we've heard that, and based on our threat assessment, that's a manageable situation. Okay, sir.After finally hanging up the phone, Marlowe shook his head several times.I'd rather interrogate the toughest diehard than attend some insurance conference.Okay, police officer, you must put your photo on this temporary ID again.He thought for a while, then carefully added: This is not male chauvinism, don't think badly, but they think it's better for girls' hair to be combed back and coiled.Don't put it all down, you know.Maybe it looks more serious that way, I guess.Do you have any questions about this? But am I not suspended? suspended?No, you've become a detective.Did they not notify you?O'Connor should have called you, or his assistant or whoever would. He was talking about Danny.O'Connor, the captain of the criminal investigation team. No one called me but your secretary. Oh well, they should have called you. How is this going? I said I would do my best to help.To be honest, there is absolutely no way I can get you suspended, I can't let you be kicked out.He hesitated for a moment, looking down at the official files on the table.What's more, if you go to the Police Benevolent Association to appeal or arbitrate because of your suspension, it will definitely become a nightmare, and things will definitely be ugly. Sachs thought to himself: Yes, sir, it must be like this, and it will definitely make everyone look bad.But didn't you just say one year? I mean the sergeant exam, you won't be able to take it until next April.There are rules about this and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.However, I have the right to transfer you to the Criminal Detective Bureau, and Remos can't stop that.In the future, your direct supervisor will be Ron.Sellitto. She looked at the golden police badge.I do not know what to say. You can say: Thank you so much, Captain Marlowe.I've enjoyed working with you on the Patrol over the past few years and regret it can't last any longer. I Just kidding, officer, I have a sense of humor too, isn't that what you've heard?By the way, as you may have noticed, you are a third-class detective. Yes, sir.She said, trying to keep a smile off her face.I Maybe you hope to become a first-class detective and sergeant someday, but in my opinion, with the way you make arrests at crime scenes, it may be a long road for you.In any case, in the future you should be more careful in advancing and retreating.This is my advice. I remember, sir. Now, I beg your pardon, Constable I mean, Detective.I only have five minutes left to research those insurance-related matters. Sachs left the police station and returned to Center Street, where she walked to her Camaro to inspect the front and body for damage from a collision with Rose's Mazda in Harlem two days earlier.It seems that the most important job at present is to restore this poor car to its original shape. Of course, cars are her specialty, and she is familiar with every part of the car, whether it is the shape, length and torque of the front of the car, or even every screw and bolt on the car, she knows it in detail.With a full set of wrenches, domed hammers, graters and other tools in her Brooklyn garage, she can fix almost anything that breaks down on her own. But Sachs didn't like sheet metal.She thinks it's boring, and in the same way being a fashion model is boring, and dating a handsome and arrogant policeman who just knows how to be cool is boring.She doesn't pay much attention to the appearance of the car, but this may be due to her personality. She has never paid much attention to cosmetics, and she doesn't pay too much attention to appearance.To Emilia.To Sachs, a car is above all its heart and soul: the furious drumming of pistons and connecting rods, the whoosh of belts and the perfect click of gears.It's the combination of these things that brings this ton of steel, leather and plastic into the world of speed. She decided to take the car to the Astoria Depot in Queens.She'd worked there before, and knew the mechanics there were a little genius, honest, and full of respect for a powerful sports car like this. She got into the front seat and started the engine. The rumbling sound of the engine immediately attracted the attention of five or six nearby policemen, lawyers and people who came to seek business.As she pulled the car out of the police parking lot, she also made another decision.A few years ago, she decided to repaint the all-black coupe after she had done a derusting job on the car.Back then she chose bright yellow.The decision was impulsive, of course, but why not?Since everyone changes the color of their nails and hair on a whim, so can vehicles. She thought to herself that since the depot would replace a quarter of the steel plate of this Chevrolet sports car, the whole car must be repainted, so she could choose to change it to another color.The first color that came to her mind was fire engine red.The color had a double meaning for her: her father always said red should be the color of a sports car, and it matched the color of Rhyme's Storm Arrow wheelchair.This is a bit sentimental, and Rhyme will definitely show a cold attitude when he knows it, but in private, he is definitely happy to die. That's right, she thought, the red ones are the best. She wanted to drive the car to the depot right away, but after thinking about it, she decided to postpone it temporarily.The car was wrecked, but she was able to drive it for a few more days, as she often did when she was a teenager.At this moment, she just wanted to go back quickly, back to Lincoln.Lyme was there to share the great alchemy news with him. Her police badge had changed from silver to gold.Plus, she couldn't wait to get back to work and tackle the mysteries that lay before them: two murdered diplomats, plants from out of town, strange prints in the mud, and two missing shoes. Both shoes are right feet. (End of the book)