Chapter 44 Chapter Forty-Four

When Jane Trent and Randy Cole walked into the restaurant, heads from every table turned toward them.Jean Trent was wearing a dark blue skirt, a white tank top and heels about eight centimeters high.Despite running around in the convertible Mercedes, her hair is still beautiful and her face is expertly applied.A wave of fascination rushed into the restaurant, and everyone who was dining, from blue-collar workers to office workers, seemed a little dizzy for a while, as if a famous movie star had suddenly arrived in West Virginia. Like Lake County for breakfast. Jane greeted some tables with a smile.Randy stared down listlessly at the ground, no longer the smug look of last night.He was wearing dirty jeans and a white T-shirt with Aerosmith on it.There was a look of disgust and boredom on his face.

After taking a serious look at the two, Puller stood up and waved to them. "Jane? Come here. There's room here." "For God's sake, Pooler," Cole hissed him. Puller lowered his head and asked Cole, "Don't you want to talk about your family relationship?" Jen and Randy walk up to them.Puller stepped aside to let Jane move into the booth, and sat down himself.Randy sat down next to his other sister. Cole asked, "Did you go to the cemetery last night? I'm sure it was you I saw." "Is that illegal?" grumbled her brother. "I bumped into our wayward brother on the drive into town," said Jen. "I finally convinced him that having a meal with his big sister isn't something worse than death." She looked at Randy, "and From the way you look, you should have more meat on your bones. You barely ate anything last night."

"What are you doing at the cemetery?" Cole asked. "What are you doing there?" Randy asked rhetorically. "To express my respect for them." "Me too. Have you anything to disapprove of?" "Well, you don't have to speak with such anger." Randy looked around. "Shall we order? I'm hungry." He rubbed his head with his hands. "Headache again?" Puller asked. "What does it have to do with you?" Randy snapped. "Just asking. It might be better to eat something." Pooler raised his hand to the waitress.

After Jane and Randy ordered, Pooler took a sip from the coffee and put it down again. "Looking at you, you should sleep well for a few hours." "Thank you for worrying about me." "Not worried, just an opinion formed after observation. You are a man, and you can take care of yourself." "Yes, it's good for my two older sisters to hear that." "That's what sisters are for," Pooler said. "Worrying. They worry about their little brothers, and when they get married they worry about their husbands." Cole said to his brother, "I don't even know where you live now. Do you have a permanent place to live? Or do you hang around with your friends?"

Randy's laugh sounded hollow. "I don't have that many friends at Drake." "You have," Jane pointed out. "They're all grown up, married, and have kids," Randy said. "You can be like them too," Jane added. Randy gave her a blank look. "Of course, Jane, you're quite right. I could marry a fat rich woman and live happily ever after in a big house and drive around in a nice car." Jane remained calm.Pooler reckons she's probably heard the same words said by different people a million times. "I don't think there's a fat rich woman in Drake, Randy," said Jane, "if you'd look at it the other way around, there's a single fat rich woman who isn't single anymore. "

"It's nothing new to us," said her brother in a nasty voice. Jane smiled and said, "Sometimes I don't know why on earth I should worry about you. I really don't." "Nobody asked you to do that." "Oh, come on, Randy. You're trying to make us all blame and feel guilty for you. You walk around town and we never know where you are, and when you show up you look like The appearance is horrible, you ask for some money and then wander around. We wait for your call, and once you call, we can't help but busy for you. You can come to dinner last night, just Since Roger wasn't home. You sat there and babbled and thought you were full of sarcasm and sarcasm. Poor Randy, I bet that's what you like, don't you? To compensate for the psychological imbalance that arises from not having that life.”

Puller didn't expect her to say these words, and Cole obviously lacked such mental preparation.She shouted reproachfully, "Jane!" Puller glanced at Randy.Randy kept his eyes on Jen and said, "Go on, sister, I'd love to hear that." Jen continued: "I saw him wandering the road like a lost puppy. I put him in my car, pulled him up here, gave him something to eat. I offered him a job, I told him I would do my best to help him. But what did I get? He kept pouring dirty water on my face. I was fed up." Her voice rose, and the other tables turned their heads.Puller saw them whispering.

Cole puts a hand on Randy's arm. "Jane doesn't really think so." Jane said aloud, "Of course I think so, and you'll think so too, if you stop sticking your heads in the sand." Randy's attitude changed in an instant.That smug smile suddenly returned to his face. "Hey Jen, does Roger pay you every time he sleeps with you? Or is he giving you a lump sum discount? Did you make him double pay after he killed Mom and Dad? You know, you It should be used as a way to express our outrage that he killed our parents, and there is no point in saying anything else."

Jane stretched her arm across the table and slapped her brother across the face.It was so hard that Puller twitched in shock at the sight of her.Randy didn't move, though his cheeks turned pink, then dark red from Jane's palm. "Is that all you can do?" Randy said. "That money does make you soft." He stood up. "I've got other things to do. Hey Jane, thanks for dropping me here, maybe you should thank Roger for me, the car is his after all. He owns the car, he owns the house, he owns the business , still owns you." He glanced at the Mercedes outside the window. "It's a little worn car, sister. Roger might be thinking of trading it in for a new one. He's out so much that it makes you uneasy. I don't understand why a miner keeps flying around in his fancy plane. Although you exercised and dieted, you drank too much and raised two kids, and that took its toll on your looks. Don't get me wrong, you're still good looking, and Roger is. Fat and ugly. But men and women are faced with different standards. Such standards are not fair, but they are standards after all. Those who have money are setting standards, and that is Roger. Have a good day Happy, ma'am."

Randy turned and walked away from the table.Puller watched his back.He spread five fingers and gave two people a high-five as he passed a table, then slammed the door and went out. Puller looked back at Jane, who sat next to him, dazed."You both said things that weren't meant," Kerr said. "Everything I say is true," Jane replied. "And Randy told the truth," she added softly. She looked out the window, at the car.Puller could see the thoughts racing through her mind, as clearly as a movie shot.Where is Roger at the moment?Does he really want to give her a trade-in?

Cole reached out and took Jane's hand. "Jane, what Randy said was bullshit." "Really?" asked the sister sharply.Cole lowered his gaze. Jane stared at Pooler and said, "What do you think? People think you're a great detective." Puller shrugged. "I can't read people's minds, Jane. But if your husband cheats on you, you can sue him for a divorce and get as much money as you can with the help of your lawyer. Since you are You married him before he became rich, I guess you didn't make any property distribution agreement before marriage." "No." "In that case, I wouldn't have any worries. I can give you the best legal advice." Jen and Randy's food order arrives.The waitress looked around and asked, "Is he back yet?" "I don't think he'll be back," replied Jane, in a cheerful tone, "but if you'll keep them warm and pack them up for me, I'll go find him and bring him the food." "No problem." The waitress agreed and left. Jane was cutting the eggs and was about to say something when Puller stood up. "Do you want to leave?" she asked. "Be right back." Puller had just seen Bill Strauss sitting at a table in the corner.He walked over there.Jane stared at Cole and asked, "Did you two sleep together?" "Jane, why don't you shut up? Can't you just eat your eggs?" Cole moved sideways out of the booth and hurriedly followed.Puller was already standing beside Strauss. "Hi, Mr. Strauss. I'm John Puller from CID, do you remember me?" Strauss nodded.Today he wore another three-piece suit and a monogrammed shirt with French cuffs. "Of course I do, Agent Puller. How are you?" "Very good," Pooler said. "Is the investigation still ongoing?" "It's in progress," Cole replied.She was already standing beside Puller. Puller asked, "Do you know when your boss is back in town?" "I am not sure." "Didn't he tell his second in command?" Pooler asked again. "Why do you want to know when he will come back?" "It's between Trent and us," Pooler said, patting Strauss on the shoulder. "Tell your boss I greeted him." He turned and walked back to Jane's desk. "I've got to talk to your husband again. Tell Roger we'll see him when he gets back to town." She put down her fork. "why?" "Just tell him that. Thanks." He walked to the door of the restaurant. Cole put their bills on the table, said goodbye to Jane hastily, and went after Puller.He was outside, eyeing the silver Mercedes. "What were you looking for with Strauss just now?" Cole asked. "Just to see if I can get a picture. Is he the chief operating officer?" "Yes, COO." "How long has it been?" "Roger has been in that role almost since he started the business." "Strauss is older." "Yes, but Roger is more ambitious, I suppose." "In other words, he dared to take bigger risks." They walked to their car. "Are you still going to Washington?" "Yes, this is something that cannot be avoided." "Don't you think it's going to be lively here soon?" "Seven people have been killed," Puller said. "I think it's been buzzing here for a while."