"Damn it!" Walter held the steering wheel tightly, "Why doesn't he leave!"
Like Grande on the other street, the three people here were also waiting, but they had no idea what kind of conversation was going on inside.
After Detective Coulson walked out, he stood still on the front porch. He frowned, no one knew what he was thinking. James sat in the back seat and watched his partner with one hand on his waist and the other hand constantly grabbing his chin. This is what Coulson does when he's upset.
Did Chapman's wife say something? James' mouth was tightly closed under the tape, but he wanted to struggle and ask Chapman. But he didn't dare to make any move. God knows what he might have done to irritate the two guys in the front seat. Could they have tied up Coulson too
Coulson stood on the front porch and shook his head vigorously. He seemed to give up thinking, walked off the front porch, and walked north.
Coulson's house is not too far from here, about half an hour's walk, within the Back Bay area. The middle-aged police detective gave up his private car for the house, so he drove the car assigned by the police station. Whenever there was a special operation, he had to find another means of transportation.
These are problems James will never face again.
It seems that he went home first. After spending time with his family, he felt uncomfortable again, so he decided to come here to have a look. James and Mrs. Coulson have a good relationship. They know that the two have a good relationship and the topic is not taboo. Most likely, Mrs. Coulson also supports Coulson to come and take a look. Otherwise, if Coulson goes out to work at this time, she will definitely get angry. .
"Damn it, he's coming!" Walter patted the steering wheel and turned the key in his hand, trying to start it. Coulson had seen his face, there was no way he could fool him, let alone Chapman himself and a tied James in his car.
"Don't move." Chapman's voice was calm. "His home is in this direction. He will become suspicious if you move." He put his hand on Walter's hand holding the key, pulled out the key, lowered his head, curled up, and leaned against the car window, as if he was pretending. sleep.
Walter opened his mouth. He just lay down on the steering wheel and pretended to be asleep.
James sat in the dark back seat, staring, watching his partner grabbing his chin and getting closer and closer! The police detective was in a really bad mood. He walked irritably and knocked on the fence on the side of the road.
Coulson's figure disappeared through the front window, and James breathed a sigh of relief.
Two hooded handprints suddenly appeared on the blackened side window. James' whole body stiffened, and then he saw Coulson's face with glaring eyes pressed against the car window. in the dark. Coulson's face was smudged black and very gloomy.
The handprints and face disappeared, and James turned his gaze to the front window, looking at the figure that was about to reappear. Without any hesitation, James quickly lay down between the seats.
Coulson knocked on the front window and yelled, "Hey! Get up!"
Of course no one will move in the car.
Coulson barked a few more times. Irritably, he kicked the front of Walter's car, causing the car body to shake slightly. Still no one moved.
Coulson irritably took out his pen and notebook, wrote something down, tore it off, and inserted it directly into the wiper. Turned around and left.
A long time passed.
"Has he left?" Walter's voice came out.
"He's gone." Chapman regained his posture, looked back at James who was stuck between seats and couldn't get up, and ignored him. Lean forward. Look at the note stuck on the wiper.
Coulson left a deadline to remove the paint on the car windows. The detective was in such a bad mood that he started looking for trouble.
"Hell!" Walter stared at the note and growled angrily.
"He should have written down your license plate number." Chapman frowned. He seemed to know Detective Coulson's character very well and added lightly.
Walter’s whole body tensed up and he groaned. He slapped the steering wheel in front of him hard. Then he turned around, violently pulled James who was stuck between the seats, and stared at the detective fiercely, "You have to deal with this thing! I don't want your partner to find me again! You must not want to either, right? !”
James' arms and shoulders were stretched sorely, but now he could do nothing but nod. Especially when Chapman frowned and looked at him, this was a direct threat.
James' shoulder slowly moved, easing the pain. At the same time, he stared into Chapman's eyes. He wanted to tell the other party that things don't need to be so extreme, and there is still a possibility of turning around! It was impossible to convey the meaning in his eyes. He himself had long admitted that he was not familiar with Chapman.
Before James' eyes that kept trying to convey his meaning ended, Chapman had already turned his head and looked at his home in front of him.
The front porch light goes out, the living room light goes out. It's as if the owner of the house is ready to rest after making sure the guests leave.
Chapman's hand was placed on the door handle of the car, and he was already ready to push the door and get out of the car.
"Hurry!" Walter urged, "You don't want Wander to be impatient!"
Chapman pressed hard on the handle and pushed open the door. James crashed into the front seat, a humming sound coming from his newly sealed mouth, 'You don't need to say goodbye! There's a way I can fix this! ', James knew that once the other party completed this final farewell, he had completely given up all hope and was taken to God knows where by the shadow man to die!
Chapman twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his elbow, and bumped James' nose. Got out of the car.
Chapman did not go through the front door, but walked around the empty, dark driveway, stood on the back porch, and took out the keys, but these were not visible to James and Walter.
All they could see was that the lights were on in the master bedroom on the second floor.
James' hands that were bound behind his back clenched into fists, and he wanted to hit something.
"I hope it won't take too long." Walter leaned on the backrest and looked in the rearview mirror with a frown. James inside stretched his neck really hard and stared at the house in front of him through the front window. His nose was stained with blood, "Don't get close to my car!" Walter clicked his tongue and looked away. As a human, he hated watching vampires play with people's hearts, even if it was for good reasons.
Walter's eyes began to glance left and right, and he knew where the vampire must be hiding now. However, he realized that even if he saw it, he would not notice it. He curled his lips and gave up, moved his body, folded his arms, relaxed against the seat, and really took a rest. After that, he still had the task of driving Wander away from Barton.
Walt was wrong, Zach had been nearby, in the driveway, but not now.
"Detective Coulson!" Zach's tone was very surprised. He patted the shoulder of the detective in front of him who was throwing a tantrum over a scattered bag of garbage. "Why are you here?"
Coulson turned back and looked at Zach. He still didn't know that his memory was about to be tampered with by the vampire again. We all know that Coulson had met the vampire with Louise before James appeared, but it was erased by the enchantment eye.
The anger on Coulson's face faded slightly, and he kicked aside the messy garbage he had stepped on, and smiled reluctantly, "It's you. Where is James?"
Knowing that the other party was investigating the same thing as him, Coulson spoke directly, "He didn't return my call. Where is he?"
"Oh?" Zach's face was full of doubts, really like, "We have separated a long time ago." Zach smiled, "So, he hasn't told you what I discovered yet?"
Coulson frowned, "No." After looking at Zach, he hesitated to ask directly. Obtaining information from other people's informants was not a professional thing to do. He waved his hand, "You saw him. Ask him to call me back.”
Coulson didn't seem to have thought about asking his partner about the informant's actions. He turned around and was about to leave. Then he suddenly remembered something and said to Zach again, "No, let him come to me directly! No matter how late it is!"
Zach observed Coulson's expression. The detective had obviously made a decision and wanted James Lance, the newcomer who represented objectivity, to give up the 'truth' and whitewash the entire incident.
James had nothing to hide from Zach, so the vampire could completely know what everyone was thinking about this matter. For Zach, that means bad luck for the gang members in the Southeast, and with them the 'General'.
While completely winning over James, Zach still wanted to help the 'General'. Think about it, the Seth incident just happened, and then Chapman was 'murdered' there. This is not the direction of public opinion that the city of Barton needs. Especially now that Crowley has shown interest in supporting the Southeast. No one will benefit from this confrontation.
"Okay." Zach agreed with a smile, his eyes turning red. There was no sincerity in this promise, and Coulson would soon forget it anyway.
Zach reached out and took out his notebook directly from Coulson's pocket, opened it, and tore out a page with a license plate number written on it. Zach smiled and looked at Detective Coulson with confusion in his eyes, "This Don’t remember the little things.”
Walter and Chapman were worried that Coulson would check the license plate, and Zach naturally didn't want Coulson to check it. So let’s just wipe this little trouble away.
But a vampire shouldn't do this. He doesn't know Coulson as well as Chapman and James, so he uses what he sees.
In the dark driveway, Zach saw Coulson angrily write down the license plate number. As for the two people in the car, they didn't need to see it. They came to this conclusion based on their understanding of Coulson's 'character'.
Zach tore up the paper and threw it into the scattered garbage, "We haven't seen it before." Just like the last time in Room 202, the glorious Zach didn't even think about wasting more mouthpieces.
Coulson nodded and stuffed his notebook back.
Zach waved his hand, "You can go."
Zach thought of the past, looked at Coulson's back, shook his head slightly and smiled. He will not use the Charming Eyes on James. I wonder if James will turn his back after knowing that he did this to his partner twice. Pray he never finds out.
Well, under the faith of the Holy Lord, vampires who are imprisoned for eternity really shouldn't pray. (..)