Chapter 70 Chapter Seventy

Paddle, paddle, paddle, paddle.breathe.Paddle, paddle, paddle, paddle.breathe. Four more strokes.Take a breath.With four more strokes, Jane Trent touched the pool wall for the sixteenth time and lifted her head out of the water to breathe. "Are you digesting that big lunch?" Jane turned her head suddenly in the water and looked towards the far end of the thirty-meter swimming pool. Puller sat in a teak chair with his large hands resting on his lap. "How did you get here?" Jane asked. He pointed to the glass wall. "Come in through that door, you should really lock it."

"I mean, how did you get in the yard?" Puller got up and came over to her, looked down at her and said, "You mean how I fooled the old fat guy in the rented uniform at the door?" Jane stepped out of the pool on the ladder, twisting her wet hair with her hands.Wearing a black one-piece swimsuit, she has a slender figure, but her muscles are very powerful. She might have just tried to blow him up, man and car. "Do you swim?" she asked. "Unless the guy I'm chasing jumped into the water. I want to talk to you." Jane walked to a teak lounge chair by the wall.A cotton velveteen bathrobe rests on a blue cushion trimmed with white on the recliner.Jane slipped it on quickly and sat down on the couch.

"What's the matter? Did you have a bad lunch? You look a little unhappy." She asked. Puller sat down in the chair next to her. "I'm actually wondering if I should arrest you." She looked shocked. "what why?" "Attempted murder of an officer." She sat up straight. "Why do you think so?" "I came back from dinner with you and someone had planted a bomb under my car. I'm so sick of people trying to blow me up over and over again." "I don't know anything about it. And since I'm eating with you, it's going to be hard for me to put a bomb in your car."

"You could hire someone else to do it." "But why should I do it?" "That's exactly what I'm here to figure out." "I need to get dressed. I have a party tonight. If you want to continue this conversation, we'll have to find another time." "In fact we're going to talk now." She stood up. "I want you to leave my house, right now!" "And what I want are some answers. I'm here with permission from the police department." Jane parted her lips, but nothing came out. "In other words, your sister knows I'm here."

"I didn't put a bomb on your car." "It's under my car." "I didn't do that either. Why should I have to kill you?" "It's not hard to explain. I'm here to investigate a series of murders. If you or anyone of yours had anything to do with this crime, you'd naturally want to get rid of me. So you invited me to lunch, You insisted that we ride together in your car. When we got back from eating, I almost got shot. You know I was right to be skeptical." Jane leaned back in her chair, her confident air gone. "I...I can't explain. I don't know what's going on." She looked up again with tears in her eyes. "I'm telling you the truth, Puller."

Pooler watched her, mentally judging the credibility of the tears.He has seen many suspects cry, from soldiers as tough as iron to expectant mothers who are already pregnant, and dolls under the age of twenty who have lost their direction in life after serving in the army. "It doesn't help me that you say your story is true," he said. "So you're officially a suspect until I find out. Do you understand that?" She nodded wordlessly. "If you have any information that could assist my investigation, it would be an opportune time for you to share that information with me."

"What kind of information?" "Like, why is your husband so panicked. And don't tell me it's due to death threats. I've concluded that your husband is making it up. He's been threatened before, and it's your brother. .I think this time he created something out of nothing, using death threats as a disguise." "Pretend what?" "He's stepped up security, Jane. The driver of his Cadillac turns out to be a Marine." "How did you know?" "Army guys can smell Marines from a hundred yards away. This guy's an expert, and he's carrying a weapon. And he's new here, isn't he?"

"right." "This person is a good choice. He is much better than the old security guard at the door." "But his precautions at home have not been upgraded. We are still using the retired policeman outside." "That's because Roger is not at home at the moment. So I feel that he doesn't care much about the safety of you and your daughter, and his bodyguard just follows him alone." "What the hell is he afraid of?" Jane asked. "You said he made a lot of enemies. But that's all old grievances, isn't it? Has anything new happened recently, has he made new feuds with anyone? Otherwise he wouldn't have to find a new one." bodyguard."

"I can't imagine what's going to happen to him. As I said, I'm never in his business." "If you keep lying to me, Jen, I'll handcuff you right now and get you out of here." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't want to go to jail." "Then tell me the truth. You chose everything in your little Italian hotel, down to the cups for your coffee. You know how to run a business. I'll bet you bought this house too." Because from the interior decoration of Trent Mining Company's office area, this is not Roger's strong point. But you tell me that you have never been indifferent to Roger's business? I Can’t believe it’s true at all.”

The two of them were silent for two minutes.The humid and hot air pressed tightly against Puller's body. In comparison, the deserts of the Middle East were at least dry and hot.He stared at Jane, not wanting to break the silence first.He wasn't going to just get up and leave here, he was going to wait until Jane finally collapsed. "Trent Mining is having some trouble," Jane began. "What kind of trouble?" "Some of the company's funds have become unaccounted for. The money has been transferred to unidentified accounts, overseas bank accounts that are like ghosts and cannot be traced. This kind of thing can't happen. This kind of thing should never happen. "

"Does Roger know about this?" "Totally clear." "Then what measures did he take?" "He tried everything, but he didn't have many options. Last year he made some new decisions in the business, he injected money into these projects, a lot of money. But these decisions did not bring him He was unable to pay those debts due to the expected good return. Roger thought the other funds of the company would be enough to pay the debts, but suddenly the money disappeared. He is now in a cash flow problem. Roger is Went to New York for this, looking for some financial help. But the banks refused to give him a loan. Roger ran to every place he could think of for help." "At the same time he received death threats. Could it be the people who stole his money?" "I don't know," said Jane, "I really don't know." "Well, Trent is a big business, but it's not GM after all, and it's located in such a small town. You're saying that in this case, about someone secretly stealing and moving money you guys Still can't find any clues, can't even make any guesses? Could it be Randy?" "Randy? Why would he do that?" "He blamed Roger for the death of your parents. That's one reason." "Even so, he doesn't have what it takes to transfer money from Roger. Randy doesn't know anything about computers or financial transactions. Someone who does this must be very familiar with both aspects." "Perhaps someone very close to him." "In Drake? I don't think so. But the situation is critical now, and Roger and Bill are doing everything they can to turn it around." Puller said, "So what do you do? If the company goes under, do you lose all your property, including this house?" "Maybe. But that's why I opened that little Italian-style hotel. It's not that I expected Roger's financial difficulties, but I... I guess I just want to live Be more independent." But there was still something wrong with Roger.Puller couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "So Roger really doesn't know where this financial fraud comes from? He is a very smart guy. How could he be deceived into such a trick without knowing how?" "Roger and Bill are going crazy over this. They're all tied up with the company. If the company goes down, so do they." Puller said nothing, just stared dully at something in the distance. Jane found the scar on his neck. "middle East?" Puller nodded. "Remember that young man I told you I loved?" "The young man who didn't make it back from the first Gulf War?" "He looks a bit like you." "You still expect him to come back?" "still." Puller looked around. "Then you wouldn't have it all." "Maybe I don't have all of that now." "Maybe you're gone." Puller stood up. "Are you not arresting me?" "No. The things you said helped me, thank you." "I used to be a very sincere person by nature. Then I married Roger and things changed a little bit." He walked out along the same road. "What are you doing here?" she called after him. "Go find the murderer."