Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen

Puller walked down the front steps and out to the edge of the sun-dried lawn in the middle of the yard.Cole followed him outside, and Landry Monroe was still in the house sorting his evidence bags. Puller looked both to the right and to the left, refocusing his gaze forward.The day flies by.The sun was already sinking slowly, but it was still unbearably hot.Not a breeze.The whole body of people is tightly wrapped by the surrounding moisture. "Pole, are we going to visit these residents separately?" Cole asked. He didn't answer. He needs to decipher the scene in front of him and grasp the whole picture of things.

There were eight houses on this street, four on each side of the street, including the one where the murder had taken place.There were people at the door of six of the houses.Several men, several women, and some children. They're ostensibly doing the normal, day-to-day stuff—washing the car, mowing the lawn, picking up the mail, playing ball, or just schmoozing.And what they were really doing was surreptitiously staring at the house where the brutal murder took place, to satisfy their somewhat morbid curiosity. What Puller had to do now was to distinguish what was obvious and normal from what was hidden and extraordinary.His gaze focused on the door of the house directly across the street.Two cars and a large Harley were parked in the driveway.But there was no one at the door, no one came out to watch the excitement.

Pointing to the house, he asked, "Have you talked to the family?" Cole looked at where he was pointing, and turned around to greet a policeman who was guarding the scene: "Lu, you talked to this family, didn't you?" Lu stepped forward.He's that chubby cop.The police belt on his body creaked as he walked. Puller knew it was a rookie mistake.The belt should be oiled a bit.Squeaky belts can give away and lead to death. Lu took out his notebook and flipped through it. "I spoke to a guy who introduced himself as Eric Triwell. He lived in the house with his wife, Molly Petra. He said his wife had gone to work early in the morning, He didn't say he heard or saw anything suspicious before he left. But he said he'd ask his wife further when she got back. Trevel said he didn't see or hear anything himself."

"However, when Larry was killed last night, he may have seen something," Cole said. "I'm now asking all the neighbors in the neighborhood to re-examine. Someone ran away in Larry's police car, these houses Residents there likely saw or heard something." "Yes, Sheriff." Puller said, "Did this Triwell guy show you his papers?" Lu, who was about to leave to carry out Cole's order, turned around again. "Certificate?" "Yes, to prove that he does live here." "No, he didn't show any papers." "You didn't ask him to show it?"

"No, I didn't ask for it." Lu's voice revealed a tone of self-defense. "How did it happen? You walked up to him?" Puller asked. "When I went to this house, he was standing at the door of the house." Lu said, "Maybe that's why I didn't ask him to show his ID, because he was standing at the door of his house." Bullshit, Pooler thought.This guy is looking for reasons, to justify his lack of professionalism, or even basic common sense. "But you haven't seen this Eric Triwell before, have you?" Puller asked him. Cole looked at his men.He was staring sullenly at Puller.

"Answer the question, Lou," Cole said. "I haven't seen it." Lu admitted. "Did any of the other police officers know him?" "Nobody ever told me about knowing him." "What time was that?" Lu opened the notebook again. "A little after three o'clock in the afternoon. We just arrived shortly after we received the police call." "Did any other neighbors show up here at the time?" "No, it's not usually crowded at that time of afternoon. Drake's people are working, husbands and wives alike."

"And yet this fellow Triwell is clearly not working." "What are you trying to say, Puller?" Cole asked. "Are you trying to say this guy is a killer? If so, isn't he stupid to still be here and talk to the police?" Pointing to the house, Puller replied, "It's five o'clock in the afternoon. There are two cars parked in the driveway where I came here at four o'clock in the morning. They've been here all day. So, although you Says everyone is working here, but this family obviously doesn't. Also, it's normal for people from other houses to come out to see us. There is no one in this house, even looking out of the window. None of the people. It seems very abnormal in the current situation."

He turned to Lou. "When you were talking to that guy on Monday, were those two cars and that Harley parked in the driveway the same way?" Lou pushed back the brim of his hat, thought for a moment, and said, "Yeah, I think they're still the same. What's wrong?" "Well, you said, the guy told you his wife went to work. How many cars does the family have in all?" "Shit," Cole grunted angrily, turning to Lou, "come with me." She strode across the street, Puller and Lou following.She reached out and knocked on the door, but there was no answer.She tapped again.Nothing happens.

Cole said, "The trouble is, we didn't have a warrant and we didn't have a good reason to break in. I'll try to get in touch—" She stopped short. "what are you doing?" Puller leaned over the porch rail and looked in through the window. "I'm looking for good reasons." "What?" Cole asked sharply.Puller drew his M11. "What are you doing?" Cole exclaimed. Puller raised his big foot in a forty-six shoe and kicked hard at the wooden door.The door twisted inward.He used his shoulder to complete the career started by that kick just now.He stepped into the room, bowed his body, and glanced around.His muzzle moves parallel to his gaze.He turned the corner of the hall and disappeared from Cole's sight.

"Come here," Puller called. "Be on your guard. The house hasn't been searched yet." Cole and Lou drew their weapons and followed.Cole's eyes fell to the corner of the room, and he saw what Puller was staring at. "These bastards." Cole cursed.