Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-Six

Myron stumbled back to the door, walked to the town square, bought some random things at the Mexican restaurant, and ate them hungrily without even tasting them.At this time, Wen called. “We guessed right,” Wing said. “Hurst Krimstein was trying to divert our attention.” "She admitted it?" "No, she refused to explain. She just said that she wanted to talk to you face-to-face, and only with you. It must be face-to-face. She kept asking me where you are." Not surprisingly. "You want me—" Wen paused, "to interrogate her?" "Please don't do it," Myron said. "If you don't consider the moral issue, at least I don't think it is necessary."

"Oh?" "Sawyer Wells said he worked as a drug counselor in Rockwell." "I remember." "Billy Lee Palmers was in rehab in Rockwell, and his mother mentioned it to me when I went to his house." "Well," Wen said, "nice coincidence." "It's no coincidence," Myron said, "that explains everything." Myron ended the call with Wen and walked aimlessly on the main road in Wilston.He had walked back and forth seven or eight times, and the contented shopkeeper smiled at him, and he smiled back, then nodded to all kinds of passers-by.The town has a strong 1960s vibe, with people still sporting shaggy beards and black hats, looking like Shycroft just out of the music.Milon likes this place, likes it very much.Myron thought of his father and mother, who were slowly growing old, and wondered why he could not accept this reality.He thought of his father's "chest pain," which he was partly to blame, and how his sudden departure had somehow contributed to his father's illness.He thought about what his parents would be like if they had suffered the same fate as Sophie Mayer and Gary Mayer, if he had disappeared suddenly at 17 and was never heard from again.He thought of Jessica and her willingness to face hardships and dangers for him, of Brenda and his mistakes, of Therese and last night who didn't know if it meant anything.He thought of Wen Esperanza, of the sacrifices his friends had made for him.

During this long moment of dreaming, he had not thought of Crewe's murder and Billy Lee's death, of Lucy Mayer's disappearance and his own connection to it.Finally, he picked up his cell phone, made a few calls, and asked some questions, confirming the guesses that had already formed in his mind. The answers never shout "I'm coming!" to you excitedly, you can only approach them by yourself, and it is often dark around you.It's like groping your way through an unlit room in the dark. You stumble over unseen obstacles and your legs get scraped. direction, reach out and feel around the wall, hoping to find a light switch.Finally, to stick with the cheesy but unfortunately accurate metaphor, you find the switch, flip it, and the room is filled with light.There are times when the room is exactly what you imagined it to be, and other times, like now, you'd rather grope forever in the dark than face the truth about the room.

Wen would certainly say that Myron's metaphor is too restrictive, and he would point out that there are other options: you can simply leave the room, or you can let your eyes learn to adapt to the dark environment, even if you can't see everything clearly, you can understand Presumably, you can even turn the switch off again.Wyn might be right about Hoyos Slaughter and Brenda Slaughter, but Myron wasn't sure about Crewe Hyde. He found the switch and turned on the light, but at this moment, the analogy was no longer so accurate—not only because the analogy was stupid from the beginning, everything in the room was still hazy, as if separated by a curtain. He could see lights, he could see figures, he could see vague outlines, but if he wanted to see clearly what was going on, he had to lift the curtain.

Myron could still give up and let the curtain hang quietly, or he could turn off the lights again.However, choosing the option proposed by Wen, hiding in the dark will also bring problems. In the dark, you can't see the decay and fester, and they will spread undisturbed until they erode everything, and eventually they will inevitably Corrode the guy who's huddled in a corner, desperately trying to escape that damn switch. So Myron got in the car and went back to the farmhouse on the Claremont Road.He knocked again, and Barbara Cromwell ordered him to go away again. "I know why Crew Hyde is here." He told her his theory, and went on and on, until at last Barbara opened the door.

After leaving, Myron made another phone call to Wen.They talked for a long time, first about Crewe Hyde's death, and finally about Myron's father, and Myron felt a little better, but only a little.He called Therese and told her what he had learned, and she said she would use her connections to check certain facts. "Looks like Wyn is right," Trace said, "this has something to do with you." "That's right." "I blame myself every day," Therese said, "and you'll get used to it, as I have." Once again, he wanted to ask further what happened, but he knew in his heart that now was not the time.Myron then made two phone calls, the first to Hester Krimstein.

"Where are you?" Hester asked with his mouth open. "I assume you've been in touch with Bonnie Hyde," Myron said. There was a moment of silence, "Oh my God, Myron, what have you done?" "They didn't tell you all, Hurst, in fact, I'm sure Esperanza told you almost nothing." "Damn, where are you?" "I'll be at your office in three hours, and you tell Bonnie to wait for me there." On the second call, Myron called Sophie Meyer.When Sophie answered the phone, Myron said a word: "I found Lucy."