Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Three

"Thank you." - Stick School · E Book Group - I followed him into the kitchen.I said, "It's so hard to find you." "Well, I have been isolated from the world for two days." "I know. Have you listened to the news these two days? Or read the newspaper?" "No. You don't add anything to the coffee, do you?" "Yeah. That's closed, Chance."—he looked at me—"we got the guy." "That guy, the murderer?" "Yes. I think I should come and talk to you." "Hmm," he said, "I should be interested."

I told him the whole thing in detail.I'm more used to it now.It was almost dusk now, and since I shot four times in a row at Pedro Antonio Marquez after two o'clock in the morning that day, I have talked about it countless times. "It turned out that you ended up with him." Chance said, "How do you feel?" "It's too early to tell." I know how Durkin feels, he's overjoyed. "These people are dead," he said, "and you know they won't be on the streets for three years. This man is a bloodthirsty bloodthirsty man." "It's the same person?" Chance wondered. "Without a doubt?"

"There is no doubt about it. The manager of the Baoertan Motel identified it correctly. The police also checked two fingerprints, one from Baoertan's sample and the other from Xinghe, and they both matched his fingerprints. They were even on the handle. I found tiny bloodstains where they met. I don’t know if the blood type matches Jin or Sweetheart’s, I forgot which.” "How did he get into your hotel?" "Go straight through the lobby and take the elevator up." "Didn't you say they surrounded the place?" "That's right. He just walked past them, went to the front desk to get the key, and went back to his room."

"So simple?" "It couldn't be easier," I said, "and he checked in the day before—just in case.Start the preparations.When he got wind that I was looking for him, he went back to the hotel, closed his room, and went into mine.The lock of my hotel is very good.He undressed, sharpened his machete, and waited for me to return. " "Almost done." "It should have worked. He could have waited behind the door and killed me as soon as I walked in. Or he could have stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes longer to give me time to go to bed. But he's addicted to killing, so he put things away." Fucked up. He wants to finish me off while we're both naked. That's what's waiting in the bathroom, but he can't wait for me to go to bed because he's too excited to hold back. Of course, if there's no With that gun, I would definitely die."

"He couldn't have done it alone." "He was himself in the murder part. There may be other accomplices in the emerald smuggling. The police may find them, and they may gain something, or they may not. But even if they do, they will not be able to file a lawsuit." He nodded: "Where is that brother? Jin's boyfriend, the protagonist who triggered this series of stories?" "He hasn't shown up yet. Maybe he's dead. Or maybe he's still running for his life. He can live until his Colombian friends find him." "They must find him?"

"Possibly. They'll come after them." "Where's the other hotel receptionist? What's his name, Calderan?" "That's right. If he's nestled somewhere in Queens, he'd have read about it in the papers and gone back to his old business." He started muttering something, then changed his mind and took our cups to the kitchen for more coffee.He came back with a glass and handed mine to me. "You stayed up late," he said. "All night." "Didn't sleep at all?" "not yet." "Me, I doze off in this chair once in a while, but I can't sleep when I go to bed, I can't even lie there. I have to exercise, take a sauna, take a shower, drink some coffee, and sit for a while. Repeat Repeat."

"You haven't contacted your service office again?" "I didn't contact my service again. I didn't go out again. I think I ate something. I took something from the refrigerator and it didn't taste good. Kim died, Sunny died, Sweetheart died, maybe her brother too He died, and the one whose name was also dead. The one you killed, I can’t remember his name.” "Max." "Max's dead, Calderon's gone, and Ruby's in San Francisco. The question is where Chance is, and that's the answer I don't know. I don't think I'm going to be in the business anymore."

"Girls are fine." "You just said that." "Mary Lou isn't planning to have any more guests. She's glad she had the experience and said she learned a lot, but she's ready for a new stage in her life." "Well. Sure enough, I was right. Didn't I mention it to you after the funeral?" I nodded: "And Donna said that she can probably get a grant from the foundation, and she can also make money from reading tours and setting up a writing studio. She said that she is facing a major crisis now, and selling meat has begun to affect her poetry creation."

"She's quite talented, Donna. If only she could make a name for herself writing poetry. You think she'll get a grant?" "She said she had the chance." He curled his lips: "You haven't finished your sentence, have you? Little Fran just got a Hollywood contract, and he's going to be the next Goldie Hawn." "Maybe later," I said, "for now, she just wants to live in Greenwich Village, keep smoking her weed, and entertain nice folks from Wall Street." "I still have Fran for a long time." "Not bad." - Stick School · E Book Group -

He had been pacing, and now he was sitting on the hammock again: "It's not hard to find five or six more," he said. "You don't know how easy it is. It's effortless." "You've said it before." "That's true, man. There's women like that all over the place, waiting to be told what the hell to do. I'm out now, and in a week I'll have a line of women at my beck and call." He Shaking his head sadly, "Except for one thing." "What's up?" "I'm not in the mood." He stood up again. "Damn it, I'm a pimp. And I like it. I cut and sew my life so it fits like my own skin. It turns out Do you know what's going on?"

"What's the matter?" "I've grown up and my clothes don't fit me anymore." "It's inevitable." "Come on a Latin guy with a knife and I'll have to close up. You know what? It's a matter of time, right?" "Well, sooner or later." Like I'd leave the police—whether my bullet hit Estelita Rivera or not. "Life changes when it changes," I said. "We can only go with nature." "What should I do next?" "Depend on what you like." "For example?" "You can go back to school." He laughed: "Study art history? Fuck it, I'm not doing it, go back to class? I ran away to fight in his army because of this shit. You know my first two What did you think of tonight?" "what?" "I was going to put all the masks together, pour some petrol, light a fire and burn them. Then, like the Vikings, I buried all the treasures in the ground and never saw the light of day. But I didn't think about it for long . Seriously, I could sell it all. House, art, car. I reckon the money should last me a while." "possible." "But what can I do?" "How about being a trader?" "Are you crazy, man? I deal drugs? I don't even want to pimp. Pimping is much cleaner than selling drugs." "Not about drugs." "Then what did you say?" "Something from Africa. You seem to have bought quite a few, and I think it's of good quality." "I never collect garbage." "You said it. Can you use these ready-made ones to start a business first? Also, do you know enough about this business to enter?" He frowned and thought about it: "I have considered this." He said. "and then?" "There's a lot I don't know, but I know a lot, and besides, I have a feeling for that stuff, which can't be learned in classrooms and books, but, damn, there are other things to be a trader Conditions. It must have that taste, that style." "Didn't you create Chance?" "And then? Well, I see what you mean. I can do the same thing and create a black art dealer." "Can't you?" "Of course." He thought again. "Maybe." He said. "I'll have to study it carefully." "You have plenty of time." "There's a lot of time." He looked at me deeply, with golden dots in his brown eyes, "I don't know why I hired you to investigate." He said, "I really don't know the conscience of heaven and earth. I want to put a Posture or something. Super pimp avenges his prostitutes. If I knew the result—” "We probably saved a few lives," I said, "doesn't that make you feel better?" "Can't get Kim or Sunny or Honey." "Kim was dead by then. Sunny committed suicide, that was her choice, and Honey was originally on Max's blacklist, if I hadn't intervened, he would have killed indiscriminately. The police will catch him sooner or later He, but before that, I don't know how many women will die under his knife. He is already addicted, and he can't stop just now. When he came out of the bathroom with a machete, his lower head was swelled." "Are you serious?" "No mistake." "He charged at you with his dick out?" "Uh, I'm more afraid of machetes." "Yeah," he said, "I see what you mean." He wants to give me a bonus.I told him it wasn't necessary, he had given enough. But he insisted, and I seldom argue every time someone insists on money.I told him I took the ivory bracelet from Kim's apartment.He smiled and said that he had forgotten that he still had the bracelet, and told me to just take it. I hope my girlfriend likes it, and it will be part of my bonus, he said, plus some cash and two pounds of his special coffee.