Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Three

For a full ten minutes, Deborah didn't say a word, just drove in silence.She is like a volcano that is about to erupt, accumulating energy, and will erupt soon.After the car drove into the shadow of the garbage mountain, Deborah finally broke out. "Damn it, it's a crime!" She slammed her hands on the steering wheel. "I'm a fucking cop, I swear! I swear to eradicate this evil, and you—" "I must have corroborating evidence," he said quietly. "That seems the best way." "I should have you in cuffs!" she said. "I'm never going down to your goddamn dark side! I'm giving that address to the DEA tomorrow. You gotta throw that little plastic bag away."

"It cost me two thousand dollars. But since you say so, all right!" Love conquers everything, conflicts are resolved satisfactorily, and harmony is restored to the universe.We can finally get back to hunting down the evil, inhuman demon that topped this week's list.So driving down the South Dixie Highway in the last breath of a thunderstorm is a refreshing experience. The house we were looking for was on a corner in the middle of a circular street lined by unmistakable mountains of garbage.The house is not big, it belongs to the three-bedroom structure, it is painted light yellow with white edges, and the lawn is neatly trimmed.There was no car in the driveway or parking space, and a sign on the front lawn read "SOLD" in bold red letters.

"Stop. Do you have a clipboard? Give me another pen, and no one will stop a man with a clipboard." Chutsky grinned.Before we had time to comment, he got out of the car and walked up the short driveway with the unhurried gait of bureaucrats from nine to five. "He seems to be very good at this kind of thing," I said to Deborah. "He's got to be fucking good at it." She looked at Chutsky, who was more nervous than he was. Chutsky appeared natural and unhurried, which showed that he was very experienced in deceit or intrigue.As for whether it is a deceit or a conspiracy, of course it depends on which wording is more suitable for the current officially sanctioned prank.Chutsky stopped outside the gate and made a note.Then, I didn't see what trick he used, he unlocked the door, went in, and the door was closed behind him.

"Asshole," Deborah said, "in addition to stashing drugs, and now there are more housebreaking, he's going to let me hijack the plane next." "I've always wanted to see Havana," I said hopefully. "Two minutes," she said curtly, "and then I call for reinforcements, and follow in." At one minute and fifty-nine seconds, the gate opened and Chutsky stepped out.When he reached the driveway, he stopped for a moment to write something on a clipboard before returning to the car. "Okay," he said after getting into the passenger seat, "let's go home, it's empty, not even towels and soap."

"So what now?" She started the car. He shook his head. "Re-execute plan a." "What exactly is Plan A?" Deborah asked. "Be patient," he said.