Driving onto Route 27, James turned his hand on the steering wheel and stared at the road that was deflecting in front of him. He couldn't tell how he was feeling now.
The self-blame for Georgina's kidnapping didn't lessen much, but at least it didn't make him lose his ability to think rationally. The hunt for Robert has entered the same process as the missing persons, except waiting. And from Crowley, James knew that he could ignore the possibility of Robert being discovered by the police.
James used his reason, just as Zach expected, and spent the night thinking about what happened around him recently. He tried his best to separate Amelia's case from his Georgina, but obviously failed. The two were still intertwined, which actually gave him new ideas.
He can already realize that he can't get rid of Grande. This is a matter of character. If he discovers that there is a case related to aliens, he will do everything possible to intervene, and as long as he intervenes, he will not accidentally encounter vampires...
Therefore, there is no need to destroy the relationship between himself and Grande because of temporary anger. Either he squeezes Grande out of the incident, or Grande squeezes him out. The result is what happened in Barton recently. Everything went in an unsatisfactory direction because of their mutual targeting.
But what Zach said in the end was also right. James himself also discovered that he would never have a good tone towards vampires. He just can't be calm with this vampire who likes to interfere and affect other people's lives. He just maintains a prejudice against foreign races.
Vampires will not stop dictating others and influencing Barton's future just because they are civilians.
There is nothing wrong with this. Are we going to force humans to completely trust those who are more powerful than themselves and occasionally regard humans as food, and let them control them? Do we want to force aliens who have the ability to influence other people's life trajectories and have the ability to reverse their destiny? Staying at home and drinking sheep blood every day
This is impossible, life is not a stone.
The relationship between James and Grande began as a cooperation of mutual use. Zach did not want a foreigner to treat Barton as his dinner table, and James needed to get his identity back.
It's good to keep the relationship like this. The stronger party needs to accommodate the weaker party's perceptions, and the weaker party needs to be wary of the stronger party. Both parties are feeling aggrieved. No one took advantage. If anyone did, it was the city that the two parties jointly protected.
James let out a deep breath in the car and drove in the direction of Wes' house.
In fact, James had already arrived in the South District today, but he just stayed at Wes's place.
James was put on personal leave by the police station, giving him time to sort out his emotions. Who would have thought that a police detective who had just broken up with him would go to his ex-girlfriend's house to restore their relationship, only to find that his girlfriend Qian had been kidnapped (it was James himself who reported the crime).
When the gossip about the general's son's troubles during this period was spreading among colleagues in the police station. There was no need for James to be hard on himself and take the vacation. He needed a good adjustment to get back on his feet. And there's no better adjustment than hanging out with your old friends.
James' warning to Zach not to get close to Wes was not a purely unreasonable request, because during his chat with Wes, he couldn't help but notice some details - Wes often mentioned Grande .
"To be honest, I think Grande is pretty good. The few people are friendly and enthusiastic. I don't understand why you reject them so much..."
James took this as a sign of danger.
James stopped the car. The two ran up to the front porch, grabbed the handle, pulled it, and locked it. James frowned, took two steps back, and looked up and down at the door.
A note was stuck in the crack of the door. James bent down and picked it up.
"I waited too long and was summoned by the Bureau. The key is buried under a stone under the front porch. I guess I can't get it back. I think you should go home."
James clicked his tongue and folded the note. He knew it very well. Wes wasn't busy, he was treated like a new employee. In the morning, he went to the Southern District Bureau in person, asked for someone, and then dragged Wes out. He took advantage of noon to go to Grande, and didn't plan to stay for so long. Listening to Zach's story, the time did drag on a bit later, and when he came back, Wes was actually taken away again.
James walked around impatiently on the front porch twice. Forget it, the face of the general's son and the face of the police detective cannot be used frequently. It would be bad if it arouses the resentment of the Southern District Police Chief. What James didn't know was that it didn't matter, the Southern District Director already hated Wes.
After hesitating for a while, James didn't plan to look for it again, or maybe Wes was back, so he had better go back to the North District. The kidnapping investigation document in his hand was retrieved by Tokosen. He should return it early to avoid being displeased by his director. Cases related to police officers are expressly prohibited from contacting the relevant persons.
James made a decision, turned around, walked back to his car, opened the door, and was about to go back.
"Hi! Young man!" A strange voice came. James turned around and saw a middle-aged man of medium stature running towards him in the bright sun with a backpack on his back.
"Hey." James confirmed that the other party was calling him, took off his sunglasses, and leaned against the car door to look at the running people, "What's the matter?"
The man's mature and handsome face was shiny with sweat. He grinned, holding the unbuttoned collar of his shirt with his free hand to incite it, while approaching James, "Hey! I finally saw it. Alone!"
James looked around. Except for Wes's house, the surrounding area was empty. He could only see another house in the distance. This is considered normal in the South District.
James didn't answer, raised his chin, and signaled the other party to tell him something quickly.
The man smiled and raised his arms to wipe the sweat from his forehead, not minding James' attitude. The joy of finally finding a living person in this remote place was greater than anything else. He took out something like a business card and consciously refused to let his sweat-stained arm lean against James.
"I want to go to this place." He explained with a smile, "I seemed to have taken the wrong station. I waited for a while and didn't find a new bus (Southern District Bus, runs every half hour, 11 rolls.), so I thought You can find it yourself, but you get lost.”
James tilted his head and looked at the Grande Funeral Home and Zachary Grande on the business card, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Haha." The man laughed self-deprecatingly, but he seemed to be in a good mood. I don't know how long he had been wandering around. "I know it sounds stupid for an adult to get lost, but this is my first time here." He Looking at James expectantly, "I've been walking around here for almost two hours now. I really need someone to help me show the way down."
James looked away from the business card and looked around. He didn't know what he was looking at, he just didn't want to look at the vampire's name for the moment.
"Oh!" The man's tone deepened, and he might have misunderstood, "Aren't you familiar with this place?" He withdrew his understanding, smiled and waved to James, "Don't mind, I'll find someone else." The man. He had already started to look around and stepped away slightly, "Thank you anyway."
"Wait a minute." James brought back his sunglasses. Behind the dark lenses, he frowned and quickly looked at the man. "You, are you a backpacker?"
The reason for asking this is that Grande is on the west side of Highway 27, and now James and the others are on the east side. Will backpackers not have the most basic sense of direction
The man stopped walking about to leave. He didn't seem to mind chatting with strangers. He came over again, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "No, he's just a guy who can't afford a car."
But in James' eyes, the other party just wouldn't go around the rearview mirror so that he could see the other party's reflection!
James was leaning against the car door with one hand, and the other hand was hanging down at his waist.
"Your accent, you are not from the East." James raised his chin to attract the other person's eyes to his face, "First time in Barton?"
The man smiled reluctantly and nodded, "Yes, from Central China. I just arrived today. It's my first time here."
"First time coming to Barton." James repeated, his hand already on his holster. Zach had just told him that the hunter also arrived today, but Zach said very clearly that it was a The Indian hunter team, because the demons sent by Crowley are of high level, the hostages exchanged by the hunters must also be heavyweights!
The man in front of me was not an Indian, but he came at the same time. James pursed his lips and said, "As soon as you come to Barton, find a funeral home." This is the most suspicious thing.
The tone was a statement, but the man obviously regarded this as a question. He seemed to be hesitant, wiped his reddish eyelids from the sun, rubbed his chin again, and hummed, "Yeah, I'm looking for someone."
"Looking for Grande?" James continued to ask.
The man's expression became strange, "Well." He seemed not to want to continue chatting with James. He frowned, turned his body sideways, and pointed his thumb at a house far away, "I think, I You should go there and have a look..."
James was already very sure that there was something wrong with this man! He is a police detective and he can clearly tell when a person is avoiding the topic! James stretched out his hand, as if he just wanted to pat the other person's sweaty arm casually.
The man moved his arm away and said with a smile, "It's all sweat." He raised his hand towards James and made a final gesture, "Thank you anyway, I'm leaving."
"Stop!" James suddenly shouted loudly.
The man was startled and turned around with a confused look on his face, "Uh, and..." His arm had already been grabbed.
James had already walked around the car door, stepped in front of the man, grabbed the other man's arm, and stared at the sweaty arm of the other man's arm, which was white with force.
"You..." As soon as the man uttered a word in surprise, James dragged him, pushed the car door down, and looked at the rearview mirror.
There is a shadow.
James was stunned for a moment and became angry, "Police Barton! Who are you!" (..)