Chapter 17 Chapter fifteen

I sat in the car for more than two hours, resisting the temptation of sandwiches and Iron Beer.Nothing makes me happier than eating food other than playing with the Dark Walkers.I was imagining my third sandwich when Deborah finally got back to the car.She just sat there, her eyes fixed on the windshield where the rain was beating. "Debs, you seem to be exhausted, can you get something to eat?" Even though I know it's irrational to say this now, I can't help but say, "Have a sandwich, or a fruit salad, to refresh your stomach." Your blood sugar is back to normal, okay?"

She was silent for a long time. "That's why I'm a cop," she said angrily. "I gotta get that guy! Whoever he is, he would do this to a guy. Fuck it!" I sighed, obviously Dexter couldn't eat a meat sandwich after being so hungry for so long.I just sat there with her, watching the rain slap on the windshield, imagining eating my fourth sandwich. The next morning, as soon as I got to the office, the phone rang, and it was Deborah's voice, "Director Matthews called a meeting for everyone who was there yesterday. Now!" She hung up. In the world of the police, everything is old-fashioned, whether it is public or private.I always know what's going to happen next, so I don't have to memorize too many human reactions and try to emulate them when the time is right.As far as I know, Commissioner Matthews has never called a meeting of "everyone present."I can't think of any reason why he would want to break with his routine, even in such an unusual case.I trotted down the aisle to the chief's office.

Everyone has arrived. Director Matthews sits at the head of the conference table, and Deborah, Doakes, Vince Masoka, and Camilla Feig sit around the table. When we arrived yesterday The four plainclothes policemen who were setting up the isolation belt also arrived. Matthews looked around for a week, cleared his throat, "The incident that happened on Northwest 4th Street yesterday has been restrained at the highest level. Everyone here is strictly forbidden to disclose any information that may be heard or seen related to this incident and location. observations or speculations. No opinions are permitted, either publicly or privately."

Before we could express any thoughts, the door opened and we all turned our eyes there.Standing at the door was a very burly man in his early forties, handsome with some innocuous scars on his face due to his clothes.He looked at us with bright blue eyes and a happy smile on his face. "Is this Director Matthews? My name is Kyle Chutsky. Nice to meet you. We're on the phone." While shaking hands with Matthews, he looked around the conference table and spoke with Doakes. Looking at each other for a moment, I'm sure they know each other. "Director Matthews, you really have a lot of talents here." Chutsky sat down on the chair next to Deborah.She didn't look back at him, but a blush crept up her neck and onto her tense cheeks.

what the hell is it?Why are we sitting here?Who's that big guy who's disturbing Chief Matthews?How did he know Doakes?Why was there such a disproportionate blush on Deborah's face? Chutsky had a bright smile on his face, "I would like to thank you all for your cooperation on this matter. I want you all to withdraw from this case immediately, and everyone must keep their mouths shut until my men crack this case. That's a very important point. Let the whole thing go down, be forgotten, just disappear — Mr. Chief, as far as your police department is concerned, I hope this never happened."

"Are you taking over the case?" Deborah asked bluntly. "Yes," the smile on his face became brighter, "Your job is to protect and serve. In this case, your job is to protect the case and serve me." His words aroused the resentment of most present, "Nonsense," said Coronel, "what are you to give orders to me?" "Enough, Coronel. Mr. Chutsky is from Washington, and I have received orders to provide him with all assistance. Let his people deal with it!" Director Matthews cleared his throat again, intends to regain his power. "Any more questions? All right, then. Mr. Chutsky, if there's anything we can do for you..."

"Honestly, Mr. Commissioner, I would be very grateful if I could borrow a detective from you. I need someone to familiarize me with, and someone who will do everything right." All but Chutsky turned to look at Doakes.Chutsky turned to Deborah and said, "What do you think?"