Chapter 30 second quarter

The next day, Monday, June 3rd.Tom Eisenman and Eileen Brunn searched the bronze Honda Pulley as soon as they got to work.There was a car jack on the front passenger seat in the car. There was a large bloodstain on the seat surface that had turned maroon. There was a bullet hole in the door and the sun visor on the side of the passenger seat. They were still in the passenger seat. Two empty ammunition casings were found under the chair and a men's jacket was found in the back seat of the vehicle.Other items included: a Randy Jacobson "First Interstate Bank" ATM card, several Robin Starry store credit cards, ATM cards, health insurance cards, club membership cards, etc. There were also repair bills from a Honda in the name of the owner, Paul Casnon, and a recent Pacific Electric & Gas bill.

The customer's name on the electric company bill was Corala Blaze, and the address was a post office box in Wytheville, California.Tom Eisenman and Eileen Brunn called the electric company, but they couldn't find the customer's home address, but learned that the name of this Coralah Blaze had been with Leonard Brown years ago. Luck's name appears on the same bill as husband and wife, but the address at the time was Philo, California. The two officers then contacted the DMV and the phone company and finally got Corala's current address and phone number.She lived just south of San Francisco, just a few miles from the ACE Hardware & Lumber store where Leonard Luck was arrested.Irene and Corala spoke on the phone first, and an hour later the two officers rang the doorbell of the Blazes' house.

To their surprise, there were four women sitting in the room, besides the head of the household, Coralla Blaze, Leonard Luck's mother, Gloria Ebelin, and his two sisters. Eileen Brunn to Corala: "You're Mrs. Luck?" "It used to be. We broke up two years ago." "He left you a note." Irene handed it over. "Why should he ask your forgiveness?" "have no idea." "Why is your electric company bill in a car he drives whose owner has been missing for half a year." "We got married in Philo." Coralla answered irrelevantly.

"But the address on the bill is Westville." "Oh, it's near San Andres in the Calavoro area, not far off Highway 88, and my dad has a house on Blue Mountain Road there." "When was the last time you saw Leonard?" Erin changed the subject. "It's been several months. What exactly do you want to know?" Corala raised her voice. "Listen," Eileen snapped, "Paul Caston is missing, and your ex-husband was driving his car when he was arrested, and we found your bills in the car. Also, the car The front seat of the car was soaked in blood and there were two shell casings on the floor. It could have been a murder. We have to look at the Wytheville house. Please give us the address."

"That place is very hard to find." "Then you take us there." "No one lives there at all, and you can't get in." "We'll go in." ………… After several arguments, Corala Blaze finally agreed to meet the two police officers at 10 a.m. the next morning at a grocery store and post office off Highway 88 in San Andres. Calavera, at the foot of the Sierra Nevada mountains 120 miles northeast of San Francisco, was once a bustling neighborhood more than a century ago.Since the discovery of gold in Shatuo Creek, north of the region's capital, San Andres, in 1848, hundreds of gold prospectors have flocked across the United States and around the world.Today’s Calaboro is no longer beautiful. The whole area is dominated by animal husbandry. There are a few families dotted here and there on the vast wilderness. Occasionally, I go to Yosemite National Park for vacation in summer, or go to Serra in winter. Mountain ski tourists stop to pay their respects as they pass by the abandoned Shatuo Creek gold mine.

Claude ElBaradei has been the chief of the Caravoro Regional Police for seven years.It sounds like a big official, but in fact there are only 32 people under him.Compared with their metropolitan counterparts, the police in Calaborough are much more relaxed, because there are several highways criss-crossing this area, and the California Highway Patrol does half of the work for them, so that the local police have time to report to the area. The government undertakes the task of receiving tourists.The tour guide was written by Director ElBaradei.Whenever tourists come—there are not many such opportunities—Claude can’t help but walk into the conference room of the police station, lean against the back wall, and listen to the explanation of the tour guide and police officer with them: " This beautiful and serene land is rich in cows and grapes...the largest crime in the history of the area occurred 100 years ago in 1885 when a masked robber calling himself 'Black Bart' cut a Welsh Coach Bank carriage .”

On Tuesday, June 4, 1985, the Caravoro Regional Police Station received two uninvited guests.Tom Eisenman and Erin Brunn of the San Francisco Police Department explained to Commissioner Claude Ballardy that they were looking at a house in Wytheville, his district.No problem, Crowder said, but only with my men present.He immediately assigned two detectives, Norman Flynn and Steven Mathew. Corala Blaze is late.With her to the appointment outside the general store and post office was Leonard Luck's mother, Gloria Ebeling. "I think you said ten o'clock," said Irene Brunn curtly.

"Sorry." "If I tell people it's 10 o'clock, I'll be there on time at 10 o'clock." "Let's go first. Something..." "Please step aside." Tom Eisenman interrupted Corala and said to Gloria Ebelin. When Steven Matthew took the old woman into the police car, Officer Eisenman suppressed his anger and asked, "You said you have already been to the house on Blue Mountain Road?" "Leonard is a slacker, and Gloria wants to clean up first. Why did you take her away?" "Routine procedure," said Officer Eisenman grimly.

Eileen Brunn interjected and explained: "If there is a possibility that something unusual is going on, everyone has to be quarantined. Tell me what you were doing in that house." "It's just some personal things, it has nothing to do with your official business." "I warn you that you may have obstructed official business." "You'd laugh at me if I told you that stuff." "Then let's laugh," Erin said. "Leonard took some pictures, which are not actually pictures, but videotapes, and I'm naked..." Later, Corala Blaze handed over the 12 tapes to the police, and it was verified that she was telling the truth.

Wytheville is about 10 miles north of San Andres.The police car followed Corala's Pinto sedan from Blue Mountain Road, turning left onto a small road, and drove forward for about 50 yards, about 45 meters. Another left turn took them into a gravel driveway.About 10 feet from the intersection, there is an iron gate that doubles as a barricade, and a sign next to it reads in big letters: "Strictly Do Not Enter."Not far after entering the iron gate, they saw an all-wood bungalow located in a dense pine and oak tree in front of them. On their right hand was a military fortification-like building covering an area of ​​about 400 square feet, or 35 square meters. reinforced concrete buildings.Two cars, a Plymouth sedan and a gray Chevrolet family truck, were parked in the carport in front of the bungalow.The side of the driver's seat of the truck has obvious signs of being hit, and the head and tail are the special California license plate specially customized by the owner: AHOYMTY.

"This place is really remote, but it's not hard to find." Erin said. "Of course. I just don't want you to see those tapes," Corala said. "When did you buy this house?" "It's not me, it's my parents. They bought it from 'Fatty'." "Who is 'Fatty'?" "I haven't seen him for a long time." "Who is 'Fatty'?" Irene asked again. Corala turned her head and ignored the female police officer.