Chapter 22 Section 21

Four hours later, Griski was sitting at the kitchen counter, talking on the wall hook with a deputy sheriff.The call was from San Francisco General Hospital.Of course, out of professional habits, even if he heard something ridiculous, he would try his best to keep a calm tone.Earlier this morning, the deputy sheriff had called the homicide squad to say that a woman had been arrested and taken to the hospital with a broken ankle and concussion symptoms, who couldn't seem to stop talking, kept going. Crying that her husband was the murderer in the family and why she was in jail.The deputy sheriff believed that if the woman had been involved in anything related to the murder, he should have brought it to the attention of those involved.But when he called the homicide squad to report the situation, no one knew what could be connected to what he said, so they gave him Griski's home phone number.

"You mean, did they arrest her? Didn't they arrest him?" "You mean the husband? Yes, sir, I can say no. They didn't bring him here, but maybe he wasn't hurt." In the city, when healthy people are arrested, they go straight to justice In the jail behind the building.If they needed medical treatment of any kind, San Francisco General Hospital has a secure confinement cell where they can be treated, and the officers who arrested Ann Kenson put her there. Ten minutes later, Griski had gotten the home phone numbers of the two guys who showed up, and one of them—Officer Rick Pugle—was unlucky enough to answer the call.Although he didn't have to face his terrifying face through the phone line, the combination of Grisky's tone of voice, position and status also made the young policeman feel humbled, and he panicked for a while and didn't know how to deal with it. So much so that I don’t have a clue when I speak, and I can’t speak clearly when I stutter, and I have to repeat the first half of every sentence before I can say the second half. "The thing is, the thing is, someone called 911DD, which is domestic disputes. When we got there, we got there, the woman was lying on the ground with her kids around her. Her kids."

"Where's that guy?" "Oh, he, his face is bloody, from where she cut, cut him, pretty bad." "Hit him? With what, a knife?" "No. Nails. Scratched. I mean the nails cut his face, not chopped. Just on his face. He was out on the steps when we got to the scene. Me and Jerry, My partner, we pulled over to the side of the road and we went up together and subdued him." "Conquered him?" "Yes, sir." "And then you arrested her? Even when she was badly injured, did you? What the hell is going on?" Griski was still angry and frustrated, but calm enough to understand that he He couldn't get what he wanted from Officer Pug.He lowered his voice a notch or two. "You can speak more slowly, officer, and just tell me what happened."

"Yes, sir. First of all, that guy, his name is Kenson, and he told us he was the one who made the call, so we immediately checked with the operator at the station to verify what he said was true. He was the one who called The guy who went into the '9/11' station. He was locked out of his house, worried that his wife would hurt his kids. He said he needed help." "I believe that." Grisky was thinking that it was wise for Ankensen to keep him out, and that she was not stupid to think of it. "But what did you see when you got there?" "The first thing you see is her lying on the ground, on the sidewalk just under the steps. There are a few steps, you know. You go up and into the house. The husband is still on the top step, just Standing there. All three kids on their knees beside her, yelling and screaming at the bloody murder in front of them. We didn't know where that might be going, sir, so we both pulled out the dick , approached the guy who we thought was a suspect at the time."

"Then how did he react?" "He was intimidated, very cooperative. He wanted to go and see how his wife was doing, but we didn't let him move. He put his hands up, didn't move, he was doing well. From what we've seen so far situation, we are going to bring him back to the city center." "Okay," Grisky said, "what made you change your minds and not do it?" Pug hesitated for a moment, then began again. "It was mostly my conversation with him. The first thing he said, I mean, he was throwing his hands up in the air and his face was bleeding, and in this situation, the first thing he did was Thank you for getting there so quickly, it was beyond my expectation."

"He thanked you?" "Yes, sir, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation. You understand what I mean?" Grisky certainly knows that.Usually, when the police intervene in domestic disputes, especially when the situation extends to the need for the police to stop a fight, the situation is not comparable to the lighter, group, recreational fights. "Go on." "Anyway, Jerry was right there with his wife, trying to calm the kids down. He, that was Kenson, asked me if he could sit on the steps. I said no, told him to turn around and give him the usual procedure. He was handcuffed. Just then one of his children, the boy, came up the steps saying, 'What are you doing to my daddy? Let go of my daddy. It's not his fault, it's My mother's.'"

"Is that what the kid said?" "Yes, and Kenson didn't seem agitated by it. He was still indifferent. 'It's okay, Terry.' The kid didn't stop. 'He doesn't know what's going on.' Kid Say. You see, he was referring to me. But I didn't let that kid near him." It was certainly in line with formal procedure.Because emotional parents, especially fathers, seeing that they are going to prison soon, will impulsively think of taking their children as hostages in a last-ditch effort to avoid such an outcome. "So I stood in front of him and asked Jerry, who was back in the car, to call the paramedics. By this time, the wife was sitting up with the two girls in her arms. There were some townspeople around, It was just some neighbors from the neighborhood, they all ran out to see what was going on. What I did at this time was hold the gun up high, to keep everyone calm and not to crowd."

"very good." "Okay, the situation is stabilizing. Kenson is handcuffed and he asks if I can turn around. I tell him to turn around slowly, and he tells his son to stay still, don't Worry about him, and things will work out. He tried to restrain his emotions, and calmly told me that he was a doctor and could help his wife. But his request seemed a little ridiculous to me anyway." "How ridiculous?" "It's just that it's basically men—you know, sir—who do the damage." "I see." "But this guy, he wasn't nervous at all, he didn't even look angry. He said she just slipped when he was about to leave. 'She did,' he just said , 'Look at it.' and nodded down, motioning me to look at the marks left on the ground, which seemed quite obvious. And the boy's words to prove it: 'It's true. I see Yeah, she just slipped. He didn't touch her.'”

"So I'm thinking, what's this thing? I mean, we get a domestic dispute, and then somebody's going to be taken back downtown, right? I mean, usually it's The man, but we left empty handed, there's no way we're going to take either of them. The thought that two hours from now, all the arguments between the couple will be resolved and they'll be back together again, It's just boring, unless then one of them shoots the other. You know what I mean?" "I'm listening," Grisky said. "But what am I supposed to do? I escort Kenson down the steps, put him in a police van and lock him up. That's when a neighbor comes up to us. If you'd like to talk to her, I have her ID number and other information. She also told me the same situation. She saw the whole process of what happened. Kenson was completely defensive and never hit her back. She scratched his face with her hands and turned to him. He rushed over and slipped and fell to the ground." Pug took a breath and stabilized his emotions, "So I discussed with Jerry and decided to separate their two daughters and investigate separately, but we got It was the same answer. It was entirely the wife's fault. At this time, the ambulance arrived. The wife was weak and could not walk on one leg, and her head wound needed stitches, so Jerry and I Decided to take her to the bureau in the city center and let that man stay at home." After talking so much, Pug had gained some confidence in his voice and spoke more objectively, "I don't know, What else should we have done, Captain. All four witnesses insisted that the wife was at fault. The man did nothing wrong."

Griski couldn't resist asking Pug if he knew the man he didn't arrest was a prime suspect in a homicide investigation, but then again, how would the officer know that?And what does that mean?At least for now Ankensen is safe.Although she was upset and hurt, at least she was safe.This is something he can accept. "And now he's at her house with the kids?" "I don't know that, sir. He's probably in his own place. I have his address. Would you like it?" "I already have," Griski replied, "maybe I'll talk to him." "Sorry I didn't let you in, Captain, because I brought the kids here. They've seen too many cops today. One is asleep, and the other two are watching video. They've been fucked up today. It's been a long time."

"I just want to ask you a few questions, and it won't take more than fifteen minutes." "Fifteen minutes? If I don't let you in, it's not a minute to waste. It seems to me that we finished talking about all the circumstances that night, and my lawyer said I shouldn't have talked to you at that time. " "That was before today, before you got into a fight with your wife." "We didn't fight. Both of us did it. But today she attacked me, and I didn't do it." "Why are you at the scene of the incident?" "Today is my day with the kids. I have tickets to a Giants game and I made an appointment in advance to take them to the game. It's as simple as that. You see, this really isn't the right time, right? I'm injured and exhausted, but I still have to do my father's duty and take care of them." Kenson changed his other foot to support his body, and exhaled heavily, "Look, I don't want to let myself see Looks like a rascal, Captain, but I won't let you in unless you have a permit to enter here. Good night." Brendan Driscoll's Roy Street townhouse looks like a double-decker used in rail transport.Now, in the shed behind the kitchen in the back of the house, he's busy with his computer.Even though the sun was shining and the weather was fine outside, it had been an hour since he woke up at 10:30 in the morning and he was in the dark, musty smelling room with the worst hangover of his adult life. In the stuffy little house, he devoted himself to his work. Now, after nearly twelve hours of continuous work, he stretched his body, rubbed his face with his hands, pushed back the chair under him, left the computer on the table, went to the kitchen, and swallowed More than four aspirin, and poured myself an iced tea.Just then, Roger appeared at the door. "Things going on?" Roger said. Brendan looked across at him. "hardly." "How's the head?" "Hard and probably never going to get better. The rest of the place feels fine. Then again, what's in the Long Island Iced Tea? How much did I drink?" Roger shrugged, then shook his head helplessly. "You told me not to count, remember? But I know it was after the third bottle, when I said I'd better stop drinking." "I should have listened to you." "You always say that. So," Roger asked, "today, when you locked yourself in the hole and spent all your time trying to atone for your sin, did your self-punishment work?" "What I'm looking for isn't self-punishment," Brendan said. "It's revenge." He went to the dining table and pulled up a chair and sat down. "I just felt betrayed that way." Roger sat down next to him. "I know, I don't mean to blame you." "That's my problem. I don't know who to blame." He sighed a long way. "I mean, should I blame Kenson or his stupid wife? She made Tim feel Should go for a jog every day, and being in the first place gives the perpetrator an opportunity to strike." "Forget it, the jogging thing didn't kill him, Brendan." "I know. But if he's not out..." "He wouldn't have been hit, then he wouldn't have been in the hospital ... Our assumptions are over because it all happened." Yes, it all happened, disgustingly, Brendan realized.He sighed and squeezed his temples hard again, waking up from the hangover headache. "You're right. But it's hard for me to believe that Ross thinks he can buy me off and wipe my files clean. Does he really think I didn't see this coming and I wasn't prepared for it? ?”