Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty Two

I changed my goal, my 41st collection should make more sense. The talented Doctor Danko is another hunter with admirable skills.In its cruelty, even I am ashamed of myself.Oddly enough, when I think about it, I find myself really looking forward to getting to know the doctor and to talk to him about what he does.Why not find this Dr. Danke and have a dark dance with him?He was a sour hunter, and no one, not even Doakes, would object to his end. I heard thunder rumbling in the distance, and the afternoon storm was about to begin. "It rains every day at this time," I said. "It's not good," Chutsky said. "We've got to do something before it rains. You go, Dexter."

"Me?" I jerked awake, two ruthless warriors sitting here, and let dimpled, emaciated Dexter take risks?Where is the law? "You go," Chutsky said, "he knows me, Cop Debbie's so pissed, so you go, Dex. Go by the house, round the dead-end street, and come back. Keep your eyes open, Keep your ears up, but don't be too obtrusive." I was a little outraged, but it was clear that neither reasoning with them nor throwing tantrums at them was going to help.I walked slowly down the sidewalk to the house. There was a van parked in front of the house, the yard was overgrown, a few sheets of water-soaked newspaper in the driveway, no arms or thighs were thrown away, and no one rushed out to kill me.It does not arouse suspicion in the slightest.As I passed by, I could hear a ball game on the TV inside, in Spanish, and it was frighteningly loud.The commentator's voice was hysterical, but a man's voice was louder than the commentary on TV.A gust of wind blew, bringing with it the smell of ammonia from the house.

I kept walking, past the house, and back to the car. "Nothing special. The lawn needs mowing, the house smells of ammonia. There are voices in the house, either he's talking to himself or he's not the only one in the house. "Ammonia," Kyle said. "I think so," I said, "probably a detergent or something." "The cleaning service doesn't use ammonia, it smells too bad." As soon as the words fell, Kyle got out of the car and walked straight towards the house. Kyle knocked on the door, then stood there, looking up at the dark clouds before the storm.

The door was opened a crack, and a dark-skinned, short and strong man looked out.Chutsky said something to him, and the short man looked up the street, then at Kyle.Kyle slowly took a hand out of his pocket and showed the other party something. The man looked at the thing in his hand, looked at him again, and opened the door.After Chutsky entered, the door slammed shut. "Shit," Deborah cursed again.She bit her nails hard, and when she finished biting the nails on one finger, she began to bite on the second finger.When she started biting her third finger, the cabin door opened and Chutsky came out, smiling and waving to us.

The rain that had accumulated for a while finally fell, and Chutsky rushed over in the heavy rain. "What the hell is going on?" Deborah asked. Chutsky raised an eyebrow at me and brushed the tangled hair back from his forehead. "Does she ever speak softly? The smell of ammonia. Surgery doesn't use ammonia, and cleaners don't need it. But making methamphetamine requires ammonia, and that's what these guys do." "You just walked into a drug factory," Deborah said. "What the hell were you doing in there?" He smiled and took out a small plastic bag from his pocket. "Bought an ounce of ephedrine."