Chapter 46 Chapter two

The cook is over sixty years old, a little deaf, and has worked for Harrison for less than half a year.Yes, all the servants would gather in the kitchen after nine o'clock, eat, drink and chat until eleven o'clock.Ask the cook if she likes Harrison, the boss?She shrugged. Harrison was probably the same as her previous employer.I copied down the address and phone number of the cook, and asked her to keep in touch, and if she moves out of this area in the future, please also notify the police station. Miss Figuelo was also unable to provide more information. "How long have you been working for Mr. Harrison?" This is a very dull job, without clever questions and answers, and without original ideas, just silly questions and answers.

"Fifteen years..." She thought for a while and then said, "Almost sixteen years." "then you--" What are you? "Thirty-eight years old." So she started working for Harrison at the age of twenty-two, which is not impossible, but... it seems a bit too young to be a secretary.Maybe she started out as something else, like "Escort Lady" in the tabloids.Harrison must have been in his late seventies at the time, just beginning to realize that life, love, and lust were slipping away.When the relationship between the two faded into friendship, she became Harrison's secretary.This is tantamount to on-the-job training.

But I may have misunderstood her, completely wrong.Sally, a bright thirty-something who had gone to secretarial school, might just be the kind of person Harrison needed when he was expanding his business. I'm really a middle-aged man with a dirty mind. "Is he a good employer?" "I never have anything to complain about." Cool answer. "He's a mean miser," Beryl interrupted angrily. Sally glanced at him shamelessly, her expression was so cool. I raise half an eyebrow.Beryl went on to say: "He only cares about money, that old ghost only talks about money."

"Then what should he talk about?" Beryl complained angrily: "One time I wanted to pay him first, and my family needed to borrow money to see a doctor, but he didn't listen." "How long have you worked for him?" Sally answered for him, with a slightly sour tone. "Six months." I kept looking at Beryl. "I don't think Mr. Harrison is much of a sports fan—never talks about baseball, World Cup games, or anything like that?" He glanced at me suspiciously -- wary -- and shrugged.I could tell him that the only games an old man like Harrison cares about are stocks, bonds, and takeovers, but those are not things you can talk to a twenty-five-year-old driver about.However, the confrontation between the two is very typical. Harrison has a lot of money, while Beryl has few taels of silver.

It's not fair. I asked a few more questions, and then gave some instructions, as in the cook's case, to keep in touch and not to run around. The important thing is not what these people said, but what they didn't say.Berrill was right that Harrison only cared about money, and no one mentioned that he had hobbies, had parties, or had guests, friends, and relatives visit.This old man can only count money, I hope God knows how much money he had before his sudden death. Sally didn't shed a single tear.The boss she had worked with for 16 years died, and she didn't show any sad, mourning or even unhappy expressions.

As I was walking towards the door, Beryl pointed to the sofa and said, "You forgot the newspaper." I said "thank you" and took the newspaper back and watched the man and woman walk out onto the sidewalk.Although they didn't hold hands, they felt almost walking in step.I watched them disappear around the corner, wondering if they were going to his room or hers, I wondered. Obuen, who had been waiting beside the car, also stared at them. "Those two are quite right, aren't they?" "Why do you say it's 'right'?" "It's the same reason as yours." He said with a smile. "But I think we both guessed wrong. There was no knife or gun, no signs of struggle, and I'll bet you that Harrison never took the lethal poison. Between nine and eleven o'clock anyway." In the meantime, he died." O'Brien suddenly frowned and said, "Trust me, Sam. Harrison was alone this morning with no one else around, and there was no sign of being beaten, stabbed, shot, or Signs of being strangled. He's dying of old age, as some people are."

"They paid me to make me suspicious of everything," I said. "If you find anything unusual, let me know first." "I'll be the first to tell you, Sam." Then he asked curiously, "What are you going to do?" "After they leave, take out the trash." An hour later, Berrill drove away in his Honda, with Sally sitting beside him.During this wait, I sat in my car, curled up on a street corner, and read the newspaper. Anyway, I was going to buy one myself.The local edition of the paper is missing.His grandma is a bear and his aunt is a cunt!