Chapter 27 it will come to me

On Monday, the new policeman Larry came to work in good spirits early in the morning.He and Trish were assigned to go door-to-door along the route the missing boy Gigi had taken, from Anne Kaulff's house to the village.To Larry's relief, Anne Kaulff wasn't home herself.After getting out of the police station, Larry was going to call her "Lucy Campbell" because he didn't want to cause more confusion. They took a photo of Gigi and showed everyone "more `duo good` books are all in Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w.`F v`a L .c `n", but no People remember seeing the kid on Saturday.One or two people, though, had seen Larry.Waiting for the second time when someone "more `duo good` books are all in Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w.`F v`a L .c `n" mentioned the beautiful violin music played by Larry , Trish said: "We have to find a chance to enjoy it once, where are you playing?"

"At home most of the time," Larry said. "Does Officer Earley know?" "I don't think he knows," Larry replied. Trish stopped at the next house, but didn't get out, turned to Larry and said, "You know what? He can play an instrument himself, the banjo." "That's a weird instrument," said Larry. "They should keep it in America, where it belongs." "Don't let the officer hear you," Trish said. "No way," Larry said. They returned to the police station for lunch, and continued their investigation along the way, this time starting from the store.The news of Jiji's disappearance is known to everyone, and many people are concerned about it, but they cannot provide other clues.

In the Vernon family's supermarket, they met Thomas O'Neill, one of Kenvarra's oldest residents.When the two policemen came in, he had already bought milk, but after paying the bill, he stood by the cash register and waited.He approached Larry while Trish was questioning the cashier. "I know you're from another place," he said. "Is that so?" Larry replied, smiling kindly, and walked at once to the door.He is afraid of old people, especially old people with a good memory. "We met," Thomas said, "I just can't remember where." "I can't remember that either," Larry said, "but people often mistake me for someone else. I look a little like my father when he was younger."

"What's your name?" Larry told him, and Thomas shook his head. "I have no recollection," he asked. "Where are you from?" "I grew up in Sligo," replied Larry, "but I've been on the move a lot." Trish walked toward the door, and Larry stood with him. "I'll remember," said the old man. "We're looking for a missing teenager," Larry said, showing Thomas the photo. "Maybe you saw him Saturday night." "I know the kid," Thomas said, "too bad I didn't see him on Saturday."

"Call us when you remember." Larry hurried away after finishing speaking. After the two policemen finished investigating the others, the day passed quickly.In the end, Larry, too, was so tired from walking that his back was sore and his legs ached, and the only thing he wanted to do was to go home. "What do you think?" Trish asked after leaving the police station. "What's up?" Larry asked. "The boy. I dare say he's gone and hidden somewhere." "So do I," said Larry. "These young people don't even bother to flip a coin to make a decision these days, they just think it's a coin. They're just going to make their parents anxious, waste taxpayers' money and keep the police busy."

"What are you going to do?" Larry asked. Trish shrugged: "Do you have any plans for tonight?" "Take a hot shower and go to bed early," Larry said. "I can't wait to get home." "There is a quiz recently, and our team needs a helper." Larry shook his head: "It's useless if I go, I often can't even remember my own name."