Tristen laughed shrillly. "Lacey Prescott, I hope your brother can introduce us to the two of us, and we will talk about it at that time. Listen, I really want to chat with you, but I and a The beautiful young lady has a date."
The intercom is broken.
Lacey was crying, and Alex tried to comfort her. vice versa. Hard to say. The intercom crackled, "Professor, is that the person I think?"
I walked over to talk, and then changed my mind. When Caleb saw that I didn't want to use our current channel to contact, he said on the intercom: "Everyone goes to UM's backup goalkeeper channel."
The University of Maine ice hockey has a fanatical following. Caleb looked at me and said, "Channel 41."
I turned to 41. "Are everyone here?"
Everyone is there. "Answer your question-yes, that's the person you think. First of all, I hope everyone can achieve their goals. Don't look back until you get their shirts."
A tense minute and a half passed, but all the women were counted. The ten of us were scattered about twenty-five miles around, and Waterville happened to be in the middle. I turned my head to look at Alex and asked, "You haven't published it yet?"
Alex glanced in confusion, then smiled.
We arrived at the building at about 11 o'clock in the evening. If on any other night, the newspaper would start printing around 8 o'clock, but Alex delayed it for some reason. Let's imagine.
When an eyewitness went to the Jǐng police station to testify for a composite sketch, they used a computer program called "Village Sketch 6.0". This program can reduce ears, enlarge nose, dye skin, and make a lot of fine-tuning until the eyewitness Satisfied with the image. Lacey and I have to use the old method. A glorious attempt.
Alex found some pencils, a set of crayons and a piece of shiny paper. It took Lacey thirty minutes to complete the sketch. After she finished writing, she handed in the piece of paper. Lacey and my efforts made me see the almost exactly the same face I saw less than an hour ago. I found myself staring into Tristen Greer’s orange eyes. My devil.
We drove into Alex's driveway and saw three cars parked in the middle of her yard. The three girls in our class hugged me and asked why I didn't let them participate in this case. Anyway, Kim is slim, Ali is feminine, and Holly is a big mole. I assure them that from then on, each of them will benefit in their own existence.
I took out my cell phone and dialed Gleason's number. Kim, Ali, Holly, Lacey, Caleb, Black, Gortim, and Fat Tim followed Alex into her house.
The phone rang halfway, and the person who answered the phone said, "Gregory, the special agent in charge."
Pee. "Where is Wade?"
"Drink some coffee? Anything, Mr. Prescott?"
Hold your breath until you die to begin. "I shook hands with him."
"Whose hand?"
"His hand. Tristen Greer's."
I can hear him straightening up while sitting in the car seat. "when?"
I told him what happened. Now, although the facts are not completely sober, they may have passed the wine test. I suddenly thought of a way I hadn’t thought of, so I said: "He drives a black caprese with an FBI license plate, so you'd better go and see if all the people in your platoon are there. I I bet you are missing a PFC."
If one of his thugs is gone, then it is certain that the woman the thugs is watching has also gone.
Todd began to pull up the suspension bridge. "Our people report every half an hour."
Do you know how I let the children say "checks" to check in? I stole this magic from the FBI. I asked Todd: "Do you want their social insurance number every time they check in?"? This way my bank can ensure that I am calling and not a serial killer impersonating me. "
"I'll call you again." Fill the moat. Go get the crocodile.
The phone rang a minute later. It's Gleason. This is not a good sign. If everyone in Todd's army is counted, Todd will call. I skipped the basic principle, "Which woman is your man watching?"
"Samantha Jackson"
Samantha Jackson is one of ten black girls in Maine. She is a waitress in a small restaurant in Camden. Gleason said: "We will send the nearest person over now."
"No. He may be thinking along this line, waiting for someone to give up his position."
I must have heard something. Is the FBI asking for my opinion
I said: "He knows everything we do. He knows that we have 7 possible victims, and he knows Caleb is working for me. Damn, he probably knows what kind of toilet paper you use to wipe your butt, and support Where did Du put his fake sex. Listen, I know where Sam lives. I'll be there in five minutes."
I jumped into my car and slid out of Alex's lane. This does not fit the pattern. Samantha is a waiter. She has served me 10 times, maybe fifteen times. Connor came up with her name only because he and I ate several times in her restaurant.
I know Tristen, or at least I know what he thinks. Every killing must be bigger, better, and bloodier than the last one. He could not descend from Ashley Andrews to Samantha Jackson. Maybe this time, I drove to her house immediately, it was his strategy. I called Caleb to make him pay attention.
I left US1 northbound and entered Camden Town. Once I drove Samantha home, she was eating in shifts, and the food was poisoned. I took her home, and then went back to eat meat loaf. Coincidentally, this was the reason for her illness. think about it.
I parked my car in front of Samantha's house, which was a row of small houses in a yard at the epicenter of a magnitude six earthquake. I jumped out of the car, pushed a heated wheel and a scooter away, and knocked on the thin door. I watched the hand ticking on my label. I have a pessimistic tendency, thinking: "When your feet and ankles are in different rooms, it is difficult to answer the door."
I walked around to the back of the house and looked out through a sliding glass door. I pressed the door hard, it slipped easily. There is a small kitchen there, and I turned on the light. There are not many places to hide in the small house. I walked out of the kitchen and came to a narrow corridor. There was no light in the hallway, and I did not see the baseball bat waving on my upper abdomen. The bat was a Nerf bat, and I easily tore it out of the little black woman's hand.
Samantha Jackson was wearing plaid boxer shorts, a bright yellow t-shirt, and an expression of terrifying doom. She was panicked, and it took me two or three minutes to calm her down. I am fully prepared to look for a d puzzle made by female xìng. Although I was very happy that Samantha was still alive, I was still taken aback.
I just checked the two rooms thoroughly, when someone knocked on the door, I opened the door and said to Connor, Caitlin, Gleason, and Gregory. I told them everything was normal and asked Gregory if all the other agents had checked in.
He nodded.
I have some doubts about Todd's system. I asked: "May I ask, in order to determine their identity, what rigorous data did your people disclose?" I think Todd's size is a good validator.
He cast a fake look at me. "Mother's maiden name and blood type."
"O really."
"Yes, oh really, you condescending bastard."
"I thought you wanted my blood type and mother's maiden name: o Really."
If Todd Gregory's collar looks more xìng, then Brad Pitt's sex is one of them. I am AB Yang xìng, and my mother's maiden name is Reed. But I am angry with those bastards who hide information from me. I waited with Samantha until her mother picked her up and gave up. When I opened the door of my Range Rover, one hand gripped my forearm. It's Caitlin.
She looked into my eyes and said, "What do you think?"
I lied to Caitlin too many times. Stop lying. "Tristen said he had a date with a beautiful young lady. So I think he is killing her now and we will find her when he needs it."
When I woke up, I found my head lying on Alex's table. It was still dark outside, and my phone told me that the sun would rise at any time. When a magical killer breaks into every dream, four hours of sleep is enough. I ran a long way along the lakeside trail in the backyard of Alex's house. About half of the lake is surrounded by mud and grassland. During this time I have been worried about Triston's next move. The other half of the lake is surrounded by spruce trees, and during this time I have been worried about ticks and Lyme disease.
When I walked through the front door of Alex's house, my phone rang, and I avoided the sound of rappers in the kitchen. Gleason was on the phone slowly, "The good news is that all the women are counted."
"This is good news, Wade. What is the bad news?"
"Actually it was a double dose. Our agent did not show up. We issued a global announcement to this car, but I am not very optimistic."
Same as above. "What is the second round of bad luck?"
"Charles hopes that Todd and I will take the next flight back to Quantico."
I said my line, "I thought you said you have bad news?" Hahaha.
I went on to say, "So, you gave up, didn't you?"
"Not exactly. The next hot date is five days away. Before we go back, we have to ask a few people in the bureau. We need your composite image and run it on our host. This is called Greer The guy in our system may have a small xìng, or other people’s may have a smaller xìng." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)