On the way to Caitlin's apartment, I stopped at a liquor store. I was about to open the front door of her house when I suddenly figured it out and rang the doorbell. Caitlin opened the door and cast a look at me. I said, "Are you trying to make me angry?" Or something nearby.
I followed her into the living room and saw Connor and Lacey lying on the blue sofa leaning forward. I didn’t see Connor’s Camaro, so I asked, "Where is your car?"
Lacey said, "I let him walk. This is a perfect autumn night."
Obviously, the young woman would never be killed on a perfect autumn night. Before I could threaten Connor's life, he interrupted and said, "Your sister is very convincing."
Lacey squeezed her hand with her fist and said, "I took his cock as a hostage."
Although I liked hearing about my sister's xìng accident, I went back to the kitchen. I put Corona’s case in the refrigerator and asked Caitlin if she needed help cooking. She gave me a look very similar to the one at the front door, and the ponytail riding on it was the phone book. She said: "This is your meal."
I did a quick survey and it seems that Caitlin, Connor and Lacey all want China, and Thomas Prescott wants a pizza. Sometimes you have to sacrifice one person for the team. I dialed a phone number so that everyone could hear it loudly, "Is this a Chinese dragon?"
"No, this is Domino's." Oops.
Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and I asked Caitlin to catch the door. When she came back, she brought two pizza boxes, my credit card receipt, and an extremely troubled expression on her face. She said: "Chinese? By the way, you just gave the delivery guy a $74 tip."
Interesting script, I didn't expect this to happen.
If the three of them don't like pizza, they can disguise their disgust well. After we fought for the face, we quickly cleaned up. Everyone knows that when the four of us get together, we play a game. We are divided into a husband and wife, but now we are properly labeled as an adult to a child. Caitlin sat on the sofa next to me reluctantly, choosing to ignore my hand and wait patiently for the high-five. What kind of team friendship is that
The four of us drank beer for the next two hours, answered most of the wrong questions, and basically remembered those happy children. Caitlin has forgotten her resentment, her competition, the combination of god and beer, we have a choreographed end zone dance, we have already got half of the pie.
Lacey and Connor took the lead at the beginning, but then both failed, which opened the door to the Prescott/Doz-adults team and declared victory. Connor was quite dissatisfied with the defeat and exited the left side of the stage to calm down. Lacey followed him out, and during the grand celebration, I might accidentally touch my partner's lips. Okay, we made out. Very serious.
I thought Connor and Lacey walked home because they didn't interrupt Caitlin and my caressing, and when I went to see them an hour later, they didn't sit on the front porch either. I'm not sure if I longed for Caitlin or a woman's touch, but anyway, I was dying of thirst.
For the next few hours, I could only see fuzzy skin, sofa cushions, bed sheets and bathroom tiles. Accompanied by discordant pants, moaning, sighing. Many sighs.
When I woke up I found myself having a sweet dream with a woman. Although I don't want to admit it, this woman is not Caitlin Doz. The dream was over. A Miss Alex Tum and I did a very naughty thing. After a while, I realized the connection between the naughty in my dream and the naughty that the unknown party performed at that moment. I have to admit that I would rather not hear Jǐng report. Did my sex with Caitlin last night give her the wrong impression? If this is the case, that would be great.
Thomas the Great and Thomas the Young clashed in philosophy. After a long debate, Thomas the Great became the best Nietzsche. I pulled LT out of Caitlin's hand and rolled off the bed. She lifted the sheets from her head to reveal her naked body, which caused an unexpected October meeting. I found my boxer** and put it on before Paddington made the closing statement.
Caitlin glanced at me casually and said, "You seem to be anxious to get out of here."
Yes, a person will not dangle at the crime scene. I thought of those lucky black widow men. He cleared his throat and said, "You know what's going on, the early bird caught the cruel serial killer."
She frowned and said, "I understand."
In my opinion, these two words have never led to any good things from a woman's mouth in the history of the world. Catelyn suddenly became Eve, covering all the interesting parts of her with a bed sheet. I looked around, looking for a discarded apple core or a sliding snake, but I didn't see it.
Caitlin curled up lazily in the bathroom, leaving me thinking about my situation. No matter what emotions I feel, between guilt and trapping, I know that it is not love. Caitlin and I have to talk. I want to see if she is free in February.
I heard the sound of the shower turning on, and then put on my full costume (96 hours, anyone was counting). I know Caitlin, and I know she is not in the shower. She was sitting on the toilet, covering her face with her hands. I also know that the bathroom door is unlocked. I can walk in, pull her to my side, and eliminate all her worries. I put on my clothes in a hurry and left before the thought flashed through my mind.
I was scheduled to meet with the task force at nine o'clock, and I—at least one other person—knew that I would be absent from this meeting. I am not a volunteer Jǐng member, but I prefer to go at my own pace, or, less perfunctorily, to follow my own bells.
As for Tristen, this is my movement. I hint that Mr. Greer is the kind of person who needs to see the chessboard and needs to watch me move my elephant with his own eyes. I tried to brainstorm and come up with a place that made me particularly vulnerable to tailings, and decided to open a branch in Kittery. Kittery’s retail stores are very famous on the east coast, with nearly 00 retail stores scattered more than half a mile away. I am very clean, a glimmer of hope for Caitlin and my Leverage 000 enhancement**, but I do need some new clothes.
I headed south along I-95 to Kittery, a small town north of the border between Maine and New Hampshire. During the hour's drive, my phone rang three times. The first call was made by Jennifer’s father to inform me that Jennifer’s funeral was scheduled for next Monday. I told him I would go. The second letter came from Connor. He Jǐng told me that everyone was angry with me because I didn't attend the meeting. I told him that I had a car accident and I would be there soon. The third letter came from Todd Gregory, informing me that there was no such accident and asking me to get there as soon as possible. I told him that I was in the Federal Building, but my ID card was programmed incorrectly somehow, so I continued to use BB4.
I bought a pair of shoes and some running equipment in the store, two suits at the Armani Exchange, a few outfits at Kenneth Cole, and some sailing equipment at Nautica. If I think most shops are not suitable for customers, it is because they are all hanging out in the food court. All of them are twelve.
The girl behind the railing of Panda Express looks Asian. For some reason, I know my tangerine peel chicken will be better because of this. I ate with Dr. Pepper, and then exchanged glances with a group of girls a few tables away. None of the other clients caught my attention, but that doesn’t mean that none of them are Tristen Greer. If these serial killers can wear work clothes, things will be much simpler. A bloody woolen sweater usually attracts my attention.
The Eaton College of Criminal Justice is located at the base in Skoheggen. For Maineers, Eaton is a mountain. For me, a native of Washington State, it is more like a hill connected to billboards. I think the altitude is at 000 feet. It is best to take out the oxygen tank.
This college is one of the best colleges in New England, specializing in recruiting those who want to be Jǐng scouts, budding detectives, and those who have their eyes on the prize: the almighty Federal Dick. There are not many cars in the student parking lot, and the only bustling things on campus are the leaves and the teachers coming home. I found the classroom and found that there were people in almost every seat. Today's course is equivalent to the premiere in Hollywood.
I have a hunch that my sister will be there. She is sitting between Ashley Andrews and Caleb Barstow. Caleb Barstow and Keanu Reeves were literally carved out of the same mold, but there was blood in his veins. Ashley Andrews is a princess from Tuscany. She and Lacey have formed a comrade-in-arms relationship because there are only four other women in "Criminal Justice 04".
The name of the course is "Detective Technology". Students learned the basic techniques of crime scene assessment and search, physical evidence recording and collection, crime scene management, photography, mapping and reporting, fingerprint and firearm identification, and serology and trace evidence. This course has two semesters. There are fifteen two-hour classes in each semester, with one meeting every Wednesday. This is the fifth class in the second semester.
When I walked in, the student's face became heavy. I did not wait for the problem to appear, but told the public about my Tristen Greer theory. We spent two hours carefully studying the crime scene, but there was almost no progress. Nothing can go on. We can start the last name of every woman in Maine with the letter r, but there is no National Jǐng Guard program in my phone. To be honest, I think there are only seventeen. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)