Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three

The man LaGuerta captured was Darryl Earl McHale, a 1.7-meter-tall man who had been in prison and had two violent or felony convictions.He'd robbed a gas station, and he'd bought beer with the eighty or ninety dollars he got, and he'd drank it until he felt like punching.Darryl Earle was skinny and not very good at beating, usually his wife.Finally one day his wife couldn't take it anymore and took him to court, where he spent several years in prison.After he got out of prison he got a job as a janitor at an indoor sports arena.In addition to guarding the goal, he has another task, which is to pick up all kinds of things thrown by the ball on the ice hockey rink.During the Stanley Cup hockey game that year, picking up trash became his main task, as excited fans threw all sorts of things onto the court every time the Flying Panthers scored.

At the press conference, LaGuerta performed very well.Darryl Earle is an alcoholic and has a history of domestic violence. LaGuerta believes that this series of stupid and brutal murders is all done by him, so that the prostitutes in Miami can rest easy, because the murders have already happened. past.Darryl Earle admits to the stress of the intense and relentless investigation. LaGuerta's wonderful statement is full of speculation and lacks conclusive evidence, but almost everyone is convinced of it, and Darryl Earle has admitted it, so there is no doubt.The media eagerly picked up on this story, and I hoped that some cynical alcoholic reporter from a metropolitan paper would ask LaGuerta some awkward questions that would force investigators to take a second look at the evidence, but my wish didn't happen.Journalists are not detectives after all, and some of the most insightful questions they ask are "What's it like to find a head?" "Can we take some pictures?"

And so the matter was settled, the case was closed, and justice was done.LaGuerta handed over to the press several mugshots of Darryl Earle's sullen face, along with several images of herself in a mix of majesty and beauty.It all has a magical ironic effect: there's a huge discrepancy between the presence of danger and the harsh reality.Because no matter how vulgar and vicious Darryl Earle may seem, it is La Guerta who poses a real threat to society, who drinks all the hounds who detect the real murderer, and who stops people from catching criminals. Shouting, it was she who ordered everyone to go back to sleep in a burning building.

Am I the only one who understands that Darryl Earle can't be the murderer?This series of murders displayed a style and wit that a dunce like Darryl Earle simply couldn't understand. I admire the murderer from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time feel an unprecedented loneliness.Those body parts seemed to sing to me. The song ignited the fire in my soul, but it couldn't stop my passion to find the real murderer.I will definitely bring to justice this ruthless, ruthless and evil executioner who slaughtered innocent people. I sat in my apartment remembering the performance I had just seen.There was no free lunch, no nudity, but the press conference was pretty much flawless.LaGuerta tried her best to find various social connections, and held this press conference with unprecedented fanfare, and now she has got her wish.She really, truly believed in her heart that she had the real killer.In her mind, what she does is a clean and dignified job, and what she gets is personal self-interest.She solved the murder case with her unique method, captured the murderer, and stopped the murder crime.

What would she do if another dead body appeared next? As an outsider, I was frustrated.I know unequivocally, beyond doubt that the real killer is still at large, that the clever, brutal murderer is probably watching the press conference on Channel 7, laughing so hard that he can no longer hold a knife. For some reason, such thoughts did not fill me with terror and loathing, nor did I silently resolve to stop this murderous maniac in time.Instead, a small presentiment leaped into my mind: maybe this is all for me.I dismissed this hunch, and at the same time, I felt much better inside.Oh, I want to stop this murderer and bring him to justice, yes, there is no doubt about it-but must I do it now?

There is one more small deal.If I do my part to stop the real culprit, I must at least gain a little from it at the same time. That's what I'm going to do for Deborah.