Chapter 9 Brothers
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Praça do Comércio is located at the junction of three communities.
The Little Fat Man and the white girl did not enter the Eno community to the west, but went to the Karai community to the south.
After a few minutes, the girl walked to the door of a gray-roofed villa, waving goodbye to the little fat man.
The Little Fat Man stood at the door, giggling and watching the girl go home.
The girl entered the door for a long time, the little fat man turned away.
A few steps away, found a black Harley motorcycle in the distance, the side of a black-haired young man smiled at him.
The Little Fat Man hesitated for a while, perhaps because he was guilty of theft, he smiled and said, “Wow, what a coincidence, why are you here?”
Luke lit a cigarette and took a drag. “Is that your girlfriend?”
“No, we are just classmates, you don't talk nonsense.” The little fat man immediately denied.
“I saw you drinking milk tea from the same straw. Did you and your classmates do that?”
“Are you following me?”
“I guess I was right. You do have a girlfriend.”
“Are you bluffing?”
“I'm concerned about you. You're too young to be in a relationship right now.”
“Did I hear you wrong? You Care About Me?”
Luke took a puff. “Watch your tone. I'm your brother.”
“So What? You're Not My Guardian.”
“You're right. I should tell mom and congratulate her in advance.”
“We just dated, haven't done that kind of thing, don't tell this thing to Mom.” The Little Fat Man's tone was a little begging.
Luke didn't want to make things too difficult with his brother, who was staying at the house. “Okay, if you want me to keep this a secret, you have to promise me something,” he said
“Yeah, I know,” said the fat boy, looking as if he had known all along. He took a handful of money from his pocket and handed it to Luke.
Luke looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“Comeon, this is all my pocket money.” Although the little fat man was reluctant to part, he still planted the money in Luke's hand.
Luke counted up to $126.
“We have an agreement, uh-huh.” The little fat man shrugged and turned to leave.
"Wait."
“The new year's money that dad gives is cheated by you, I only have these.” The Little Fatty's eye socket is red, the voice is choked up.
Luke took another $400 out of his pocket and dropped $526 into the little fat man's hand.
“What do you mean?” It was the little fatty's turn.
“Here's your new year's money.”
“Are you serious?”
“Forget it.”
“Nonono! I'm just surprised.” The little fatty took back the money in his hand and counted it carefully. “You only took three hundred dollars from me. Why did you give me an extra one?”
“That's your allowance.”
“I am not dreaming.” The Little Fat Man slapped himself, 'Pa' sound crisp, more than a clear red mark on his face.
“I'm Not Dreaming. I still can't believe it.” The little fatty was stunned for a while before he remembered something. “You just said that you want me to agree to a condition. What is it?”
Luke said, “Don't ever call me an asshole again.”
“Oh... How did you know?” The little fatty was a little guilty. Since he had been swindled out of his new year's money, he had indeed called Luke a bastard behind his back. He was just afraid of getting beaten up, so he never said it to his face.
“I'm a cop.”
“I can assure you that the words 'brother' and 'bastard' are like two parallel lines that will never cross again.”
Luke put on his helmet and said, “Good, get in the car.”
“I've wanted to try it for a long time. This is the first time you've invited me.” The Little Fat Man sat in the back seat of the motorcycle. The tire was obviously flat.
Luke cranked the gas, and Harre let out a roar.
The chubby boy looked eager. “You know what? I'd rather drive a Harley than sit in the back.”
Luke smiled. “Keep thinking.”
......
Saturday morning.
Detective Department.
At 9:00 a.m. , Luke arrived at robbery-homicide.
The atmosphere in the office is somewhat depressing.
Davy glanced at Luke. “I thought you weren't coming today.”
Normally, agents can take Saturdays and Sundays off if they don't have an urgent case on hand.
An investigation is a dead end.
Luke did struggle to decide whether to come today, out of a sense of duty as a police officer or simply because he was interested in the case.
“No new cases last night?”
Davy shrugged. “No word yet.”
“No news is good news,” lieutenant Vincennes said
Reymond looked at the clock on the wall. “The first two taser robberies were on Friday nights, before 1 a.m. .
But we haven't heard anything today. Is it possible the suspect didn't do it last night?”
Lieutenant Vincennes picked up a comb and combed through his thinning silver hair. “The fact that the suspect left the word 'you like' in blood at the scene is a clear provocation to the police,” he said.
He's going to do it again.”
Luke added, “Could the unsub have changed the time or method?”
Lieutenant Vincennes thought for a moment. “The Unsub's signature is clear,” he said. “I personally don't think that's likely to change.”
Jenny twirled the charcoal pen in his hand. “It's also possible that the unsub did it again last night, but the victim didn't call the police for some reason.”
Lieutenant Vincennes snapped his fingers. “I think it's more likely.
The unsub chooses remote locations for his crimes, and it is likely that the victim will not be seen by anyone else until he wakes up.
Moreover, although the suspects took all the property and clothing, but the actual economic losses are not large, most people do not carry much property.
It is more unacceptable to be stripped n***d.
Some women are too embarrassed to talk about it and may choose not to talk about it.”
“Even though I'm a woman and I understand their situation, I still think they're condoning crime,” Jenny said
"Creak..."
The door to the robbery-homicide office opened, and Markus, a black man, walked in with a gold necklace around his neck and a badge hanging underneath.
“Hey, guys, I'm Coming!”
Lieutenant Vincennes pointed to the watch on the wall. “You're late.”
“Comeon, I was up all night working on a case. You shouldn't treat someone who works hard and gives everything to the police.”
Lieutenant Vincennes snorted. “You better have something, Slick.”
Ten minutes later.
Conference room.
Captain Susan sat at the head of the conference table and asked gravely, “Markus, tell me about your investigation.”
Markus took a big sip of coffee, put down his cup and said, “Jenny, put two sugars in next time, please.”
The boy is elusive and hard to find.
I paid a lot of money to find out about him, he is a g*n expert, pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, Taser can be modified.
This guy is a genius.
I showed him a picture of a modified Taser, and he admitted that he had modified the g*n. He had modified five taser guns and had them on consignment at three g*n stores.
The Choway g*n store is one of them.”
Susan asked, “What's The Postman's real name and why don't you take him to the police station?”
Markus said, “I had to promise my g**g friends that I wouldn't touch him to get any information.
If I catch him, no one will help me in a similar situation.”
“How do you know he's telling the truth?” Susan asked. “If he's lying to you, maybe he's an accomplice.”
Markus said, “I play by the rules, he plays by the rules, and if he lies, he dies a terrible death.”
Susan frowned slightly. The atmosphere in the conference room was awkward.
Lieutenant Vincennes whispered, “Captain, this is about catching the killer.
This isn't internal affairs... If you stick to the rules, it will only make it harder to investigate.”
“I know this isn't internal affairs,” Susan retorted. “Do you know why the director asked me, the head of internal affairs, to take over as Captain?”
It struck a nerve in Lieutenant Vincennes's heart. “I don't know. I don't want to know.”
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