Chapter 7 Section VII

Hell, he couldn't stand the young man.Teaser tried to get him out of the office so he could make time for the phone.It is now 4:30, according to different time zones, California should be 1:30.Perhaps Anna is not at her sister's house, perhaps out to lunch with someone else.Who are you with and where are you eating?He was in a daze.He focused on spying on the young man just to restrain himself from calling his wife.Personal affairs cannot conflict with work.Private life belongs only to the family.If you are tired of personal affairs and act rashly and recklessly, you should tell yourself to calm down and concentrate on doing a good job.

Today, his code of conduct is paying off.The young man refused to give his name. Usually, the only people who don't want to be named are those who have ulterior motives or fear that they will be caught in the fugitive file.Maybe this stubborn young man has a dark secret. Then, he will be patient and discover the truth.He sat at the corner of the desk facing the young man.Calmly light a cigarette. "Want a cigarette?" he asked. "I don't smoke." Teaser nodded, and calmly took a puff of cigarette. "I'll ask you again. What's your name?" "It has nothing to do with you."

God, Teaser jumped out of her chair angrily and strode over to him.He told himself to calm down and not get excited. "I didn't hear what you said just now." "You understand my words completely. What I am called is my own business, and there is no need to report it to you." "Remember, the person you're talking to is the sheriff." "That doesn't mean anything." "Of course this can explain the problem," Teaser stopped, and after the anger on his face subsided, he asked kindly, "Give me your wallet." "I didn't bring my wallet."

"Give me your ID card." "I didn't bring either." "Didn't you bring your driver's license, social security card, military service enlistment card, birth certificate..." "Yes." Rambo cut him off. "Don't play tricks. Get out your ID card." Rambo ignored him, turning to look at the guns on the wall, at the badges on a row of shooting memorabilia. "Distinguished Service Medal. Is this what you got in Korea?" "Yes." Teeser replied, "Stand up." This is the second Higher Medal he has received.The Distinguished Flying Cross and the Wartime Distinguished Service Medal are above the Bronze Star, Silver Star and Purple Heart, and only the National Medal of Honor is above it.Inscribed on the medal: Awarded to Sergeant Wilfred Langen Teaser, Marine Corps.For his heroic leadership in the face of enemy fire, the Battle of Hillside Reservoir in December 1950.Teaser was only twenty at the time, and he didn't want the young man to laugh at him.

"Stand up. I hate to say it again. Stand up and get your stuff out of your pockets." Rambo shrugged, and slowly opened two trouser pockets, which were empty. "Open the pockets of your buckskin jacket too," Teaser ordered. "That's right." Rambo touched his jacket and pulled out two dollars and twenty-three cents and a box of matches. "Why the matches?" Teeser asked. "You just said you don't smoke." "I need to cook food with it." "But you have no job and no money. Where do you get food?" "What do you want me to answer? To steal? Yes?"

Teaser glanced at the sleeping bag on the bench and guessed his ID card might be inside.So, untie the rope from the sleeping bag and throw the contents on the floor.He found a clean shirt and a toothbrush.Just as he was about to touch his shirt pocket, Rambo called out, "Hey, it took me a long time to iron that shirt. Don't wrinkle it." Teaser suddenly lost interest. He pressed the intercom on the desk. "Charleton, you saw this young man just now, and now I want you to radio his physical description to the State Police. Listen, I want him to be identified as soon as possible. Then you check this man again. Is it related to something in our file. He has no job or income, but he seems to eat well. I want to understand why."

"It seems that you are not going to let me go." Rambo said. "You're wrong. You asked for it."