Chapter 5 chapter Five

The sun was shining brightly over Miami, making even the spookiest murder seem unreal. I'm not distraught to see mutilated bodies, absolutely not.I do hate those sleazy murderers who get body fluids all over the place - so annoying that new cops and bystanders who see a murder scene will vomit violently, as if they want to entrail themselves Vomit. I looked in the crowd around the dead body for a guy in a rayon polo shirt who called himself Angel Batista who had "nothing to do with angels."He works in the autopsy room and is squatting next to a garbage bag.I walked to his side, also eager to take a look at the contents of the garbage bag.

"Angel, what did we find?" "What do you mean we are, little boy?" he said. "There is no blood on this dead body. None of your business!" "I've heard about it," I knelt down, trying to get more information from him, "was it done here, or did it come from somewhere else?" "It's hard to say. The dumpster is cleaned out twice a week, and the body was found about two days ago." "What did you find in the hotel?" "They're still searching, but I don't think they'll find anything. The guy used the nearest dumpster in the first couple of murders. Ha," Angel said suddenly, "Look at the cut here."

He opened the plastic bag with a pencil, revealing a dismembered thigh, pale and stiff in the strong sunlight.The leg, cleanly severed at the ankle, has a tiny tattoo of a butterfly with one of its wings cut over the other of the foot. I whistled once.This guy is almost like a surgical operation, the cut is neat and clean.I've never seen dead flesh so clean, neat, and bloodless.Wonderful! "It's damn good, nice and clean," he said, "but the dismemberment wasn't done." I looked past him and into the depths of the bag. "From my point of view, everything that needs to be done has been done."

"Look here," he said, pushing aside another trash bag. "The leg was cut into four pieces. It was cut like a ruler. And this leg was cut into two pieces. What's going on?" "I don't know," I said. "Maybe Inspector LaGuerta can figure it out." A few years ago there was a rumor that Detective Migdia LaGuerta had gotten into the homicide department by sleeping with someone.She has good features, beautiful and attractive but also has a noble and deep temperament. She is dressed like the spokesperson of the latest season of the Bloomingdale chain store.But the rumor can't be true.First of all, although she is very feminine on the outside, she is full of masculinity on the inside.Secondly, she is very hardworking and ambitious, and her only drawback is that she especially favors handsome guys who are a few years younger than her.I'm sure she got into the homicide department not because of her body, but because she was good at playing tricks and flattering.In Miami, the combination of these skills is far more popular than carnal transactions.

LaGuerta is indeed a world-class sycophant.She climbed straight up by flattering her, and sat on the chair of the chief inspector of the homicide department.It's a pity that her sycophant skills are useless in the position of detective, and she is even worse as a detective.These have nothing to do with me, anyway I have to cooperate with her, I have to do my best to win her favor. As I approached the café, LaGuerta was questioning someone in a barrage of Spanish, her Cuban Spanish was unflattering.I speak Spanish, and even a little Cuban Spanish, but La Guerta can only understand one sentence out of ten, and the person she's questioning probably doesn't understand a word.

The guy who was being questioned by LaGuerta was short, blunt, dark, and South American, and he was overwhelmed by LaGuerta's Cuban dialect, tone of voice, and police badge.He didn't dare to look at LaGuerta when he was talking, so that LaGuerta spoke faster. "No, no, there's no one outside," he said with a gentle and slow voice, looking elsewhere. "Todosestanencafe." No one was outside at the time, everyone was in the cafe. "Dondeestabas?" she asked.where were you The chap took one look at the remains of the body in the bag, then looked away. "Cocina." Kitchen. "Entoncesyosacolabasura." Then I lifted the garbage bag out.

LaGuerta continued to question him, threatening him with words and deliberately asking the wrong questions in a bullying tone.The guy gradually forgot the fear of seeing the remains of the corpse in the dumpster, and his face was gloomy, adopting a posture of unwillingness to cooperate. What an expert trick!Grab the main witness and turn him against you.The first few hours of the interrogation are the most critical, and you can save a lot of time if you can sort out the case during this time. She ended the interrogation with a few threatening words and let the guy go. "Madame Inspector, no one involved should be left out," I showed my humor, "not even the farm workers."

She slowly raised her head to look at me, and finally she grinned.This idiot really likes me. "Hey, Dexter. What brought you here?" "I heard that you have to come here. Inspector, when will you marry me?" She giggled, completely indifferent to the presence of other police officers. "When I buy shoes, I have to try them on first. It doesn't matter how beautiful the shoes are," LaGuerta said. "Now go and leave me alone. I have serious business to do. " "I know that," I said. "Have you caught the murderer?" "Sooner or later the murderer will be revealed, and sooner or later we will catch him—"

"You mean, the killer hasn't shown anything so far, so you don't have any clues, and you have to wait for him to commit another crime before you can take action?" She stared at me hard. "You look like a reporter. In an hour those bastards will be bothering me." I shrugged.I didn't find a clue—and she, apparently, didn't either. "The only clue we have is the Guatemalan man. He came out of the kitchen with the garbage and found several garbage bags that he had never seen before, so he opened one of them to see what treasure was inside. It turned out to be a star head."

"That's all," she went on. "Nobody saw anything, heard anything, nothing. I'll have to wait until you idiots finish your work before I can figure it out."