Chapter 29 first quarter

Yukun Road in downtown San Francisco is a cul-de-sac, but it doesn't end in the usual grubby brick wall over a person's height. The sidewalks on both sides of Yukun Road are shaded by green trees, hiding Victorian apartment buildings.The Dabbs family lives here on the second floor of a two-story apartment building. On July 24, 1984, at almost 6 pm, photographer Harvey Dabs parked his car in the driveway and walked up the outdoor stairs to his door. Harvey's specialty is children's photography, and is often hired to take pictures and videos of children's birthday parties at clients' homes or restaurant parks.Not long ago, he placed an ad in the San Francisco Chronicle for a Mixer 8 VHS duplicator and a Sony video player.Back home this day, Harvey hugged his wife Deborah and son Sean, who is not yet one year old, as usual.

"Somebody called and wanted to see those two machines," Deborah said. "Great!" "The man said to arrive around 6 o'clock." Harvey Dabs took the two machines out of the hall closet and put them on the coffee table in front of the sofa in the living room.He carefully cleaned the slots on the machine with Deborah's manicure brush, and stuck an orange-red five-pointed star on the back of the Bubble 8 replicator.At this time, the doorbell rang. "Honey, I'll answer the door." Harvey said to his wife who came out of the kitchen after hearing the sound...

The next afternoon, just after two o'clock in the afternoon, Officer Tom Eisenman of the San Francisco Police Department's Children's Division was driving back to his office after lunch when he was stopped in the parking lot by a female officer from the Missing Division, Erin Brunn. "I have a case in my hand that I thought would interest you," Erin said. "Why should I be interested in your case?" "Because a baby was involved." Officer Eisenman stopped joking and got into Irene's police car self-consciously. Erin told Tom that this morning, a woman who called herself Karin Taco reported that her good friend Deborah Dabbs and her family disappeared overnight.The last time Karin talked to Deborah on the phone was at around 5 o'clock yesterday afternoon. At that time, Deborah was busy making dinner, and the two good friends agreed to continue talking in the evening.But then Karin called several times and no one answered.This morning, Karin called Deborah's downstairs neighbor, Barbara, and asked her to help her to the second floor.Barbara came back and said she rang the bell, and the Dubs were empty, but the key was still in the lock.

When the two officers arrived at Victoria's apartment on Yukun Road, the key was still in the keyhole, and they could not enter without a search warrant. Barbara remembered that she had heard some strange noises at about 6 o'clock yesterday evening.When she looked out the window, she saw two strong men, one tall and one short, moving a huge luggage bag from upstairs.Catherine, another neighbor who lives across the street, also saw two men carrying something downstairs at the same time, "And the lights at Dabs' house were turned off all night last night, and the windows were dark. I wonder, their family is not like this on weekdays. Speaking of their little Sean, he is really a loving child..." Catherine said in a rambling manner.

Tom Eisenman and Erin Brunn continued to visit the Dubbses' acquaintances and friends while waiting for the judge to issue a search warrant. Harvey Dubs owner Stan Petroff told them: "Someone called last night to ask for leave for Harvey and said he was taking his family to Washington State. I was very surprised." "why?" "I've never heard Harvey say that their family has relatives in the north, and that their salary will be paid soon," Stan Petroff raised the check in his hand, "Today." On the third day, Tom Eisenman and Erin Brunn came to Yukun Road again with a search warrant.There was nothing unusual in Dabos's house, neither blood nor signs of a fight.They found the paper that Karin and Barbara were referring to that advertised Harvey Dabbs, but there was no trace of either of the machines, except for an invoice for the sale of a videotape duplicator and player, which read An orange five-pointed star mark...

November 2, 1984, 7:30 p.m.Paul Casnon's girlfriend was having dinner at the house in Felbert Street. As soon as Paul entered the door, he waved the newspaper in his hand and said to his girlfriend: "Finally someone has taken a fancy to 'Honda'." Paul is nearly forty years old, with gray hair, a thin and lean body, and a friendly smile on his face. This probably has something to do with his career as a sales agent in a car dealership.Two weeks ago, he placed an ad in the newspaper for sale of his 1980 gunmetal-colored Honda Pulley. "That's great, honey!" said the girlfriend.

"Make an appointment with the buyer to meet now." "here?" "No, outside." Paul Cast asked his girlfriend to wait for him for dinner, but Paul didn't come back. The next day, Irene Brunn had another file on her desk. In a blink of an eye, it is the turn of spring and summer of the second year. June 2, 1985 was a Sunday.At an ACE hardware and lumber store in south San Francisco, 60-year-old clerk Eon Kells watches a customer through a convex mirror installed in the corner of the store.What first caught Jon's attention was the Asian guest's furtive look around in an out-of-date parka.After a while, taking advantage of no one around, this person stuffed a not-so-small carpenter's vise into his coat, and then strode towards the door.

Jon Kells immediately asked a young man who was loading goods to call the police, and he chased after him.The Asian threw the vise into the trunk of a Honda, slammed the trunk lid shut, raised his head, looked over the roof, and stared at Jon for five seconds, then turned and walked away. At this time, a big man with a mustache came out of the store and asked Jon Kells what was going on. "Thief, Asian." "He's my colleague. What did he take?" The keys are still on the tonneau cover of that car.Jon opened the lid and pointed to the vise. "I'll pay for him," the big man said quickly.

"A thief was found in the ACE store in the south of the city, Asian, wearing a parka coat." Hearing the message broadcast by the police radio, patrolman Daniel Wright drove straight to the scene of the accident.Eoin Kells, wearing an ACE-branded work apron, beckons Daniel to pull up next to a bronze Honda Pulley Roadster. The man came forward to greet him and handed over a $75 payment receipt: "I really shouldn't bother you to make a trip for nothing. You see, I have already paid for my friend." Jon Kells showed the patrolman the vise in the trunk of the car.Daniel noticed that there were also two small soft fleece bags in the trunk, one of which showed the outline of a pistol.Daniel reported the license plate of the Honda to the headquarters through the walkie-talkie, 838WFQ.He turned to the man: "Whose car is this?"

"Lonnie Bond's." "What about others?" Daniel later said he thought Lonnie Bond was the thief when he asked the question.Unexpectedly, the man replied: "Going to the north." Soon, a reply from the headquarters came through the walkie-talkie: "The license plate is for a 'Buick', not a 'Honda'. The owner of the 'Buick' is Lonnie Bond." The man on the side was a little anxious: "I just want to do a favor to my friend. The vise has already been paid for, so why are you talking endlessly?" "Switching license plates without permission is illegal, did you know?" Daniel Wright asked again, "What's in that cloth bag?"

"Forgive me, this is not my car." "You don't mind if I take a look?" "This is not my car." The man repeated. Inside the cloth bag is a gray-green gun case, which contains a .22 Luger pistol.Daniel Waite called out the pistol's serial number on the walkie-talkie: 12-70329.Accompanied by the pistol was a metal casing about six inches long, with a length of thread protruding from one end of the casing.It was a homemade muffler. Daniel asked the man again, "Do you use a weapon?" "yes." "Can I show you your ID?" The man took out a California driver's license, the name on it was Robin Starley, calculated from the date of birth, the age should be 26 years old.The patrolman looked at the man in front of him again, thinking that he looked at least 40 years old. Reply from the headquarters: The registered owner of the .22 Luger pistol is Robin Starley. Daniel Waite pushes the moustached man against the side of the Honda Pulley: "Hands on the roof. You're under arrest." "why?" "Possession of an illegally modified weapon." Namely, the homemade silencer. The man was handcuffed and pushed into the back seat of the police car.According to the instructions of the headquarters, Daniel Wright supplemented the wanted content of Asian customers based on the information provided by Jon Kells and others: "Adult Asian male, medium build, about 25 years old, last seen wearing a parka coat .” The man was taken directly into the interrogation room of the Chengnan Branch Office.Daniel Waite made him empty out all his pockets: a wallet, some keys, and a receipt from the Golden Crown travel agency that said Joss Gunner. The mechanic of the police station waved to Daniel at the door of the interrogation room: "The Honda has been towed back and is parked behind the building. The serial number on the engine is SNF2023947." "Owner's name? Lonnie Bond? Robin Starley? Joss Gunner?" "Neither." The mechanic read mechanically according to the note in his hand, "Paul Casnon, 1918 Felbert Street, San Francisco, has been missing since November last year." The mechanic added, "At the front desk The police are in contact with the missing department of the General Administration." "Did you hear everything? The owner of the car is missing." Daniel Wright looked at the man closely, "Are you really Robin Starley?" The man said, "Can you give me a pen, a piece of paper and a glass of water?" "Are you going to explain?" "Write a note to my wife." He wrote on the note: "Honey, I'm sorry. I love you. I forgive you. Please forgive me." Then he folded it and put it in his pocket. Daniel said, "I can deliver it to her for you." The man didn't reply, he let out a long sigh, and said, "Who would have thought that a vise would ruin my reputation!" "What did you say?" The man went on: "My friend's name is Charlie Chida Wu. Qida's pronunciation is Che-i-qi, De-ah-da. Wu's pronunciation is, uh." "Um" is the sound of "Wu" pronounced by Hong Kong people. Daniel Waite hurriedly took notes in his notebook. The man said again: "Do you want to know my real name? I am a wanted fugitive named Leonard Luck." Between words, Daniel caught a glimpse of Leonard's hand from the collar of his shirt. Picking out something and stuffing it into his mouth, he picked up the water glass with the other hand.Daniel walked around the table and rushed to him. Leonard had already drank a glass of water, and repeated in a whisper: "Luck." Leonard Luck's chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes rolled upward.Daniel yelled for an ambulance and grabbed Leonard's wrist. He could only feel a very weak pulse. Tom Eisenman and Irene Brunn rushed from their homes to the Chengnan Branch. Daniel Wright told them that the suspect, Leonard Luck, was being rescued in the emergency room of Kaiser Hospital at the moment. He had swallowed two Potassium cyanide pills, hidden under his collar. "Fresh! World War II spy movie." Tom shrugged. Depending on the seriousness of the case involved—the disappearance case is several grades higher than the theft case—the Chengnan Branch Office was ordered to hand over all the physical evidence to the missing place, including the Honda car and the odds and ends in Leonard's pocket.When Daniel handed the two police officers Leonard's note to his wife, he did not forget to tell them that Leonard had not had time to give his wife's name and address before taking the poison. On Robin Starry's driver's license that Leonard presented in the ACE parking lot, the home address was: Unit 4, 4755 Felton Road, San Diego.Before leaving South City, Officer Brunn called the San Diego police station, more than 500 miles away, who told her that Robin had been missing for two months.