Chapter 80 Chapter Eightieth

Sam Cole rolled over, opened his eyes, and almost screamed suddenly. Puller was sitting near her in a chair he'd just pulled to the side of the bed. "What are you doing here?" Cole said, sitting up. "Waiting for you to wake up." "Why didn't you wake me up?" "You slept soundly." "I don't believe you care. You woke me up in the middle of a deep sleep last time." "It's good to see you sleeping." Cole opened his mouth to say something but stopped. "Oh," she simply said. Puller looked down. She said in a panic, "So you decided to wait by and scare me half to death?"

"I didn't intend to do this at first, but it seems that the result of the matter is like this." Before Cole could say anything else, Puller raised his camera. "You still want to take my picture?" she asked in a confused tone. "I want you to see some pictures." "Show me what?" "Stay here. I'll make some coffee and we'll watch together." Thirty minutes later, after two cups of coffee, Cole sat up on the bed with his pillows in his arms and asked, "What the hell do these pictures mean?" "It means we still have a lot of things to investigate and we're running out of time."

"Are you sure these things are important?" "It was for these drawings that they sneaked into Strauss' safe. And I think the Reynolds family was killed because of them, and Trivel and Petrina. So, yes, these things are very important." "But I thought they were killed because of the soil analysis report." "I thought so too. But there's nothing in that report that would sound the siren. Trivel and Petrina died because someone didn't want others to find out that they'd taken it out of Strauss' safe." The blueprints were stolen. And these people also found out that Petra and Trewell had told Colonel Reynolds about it. So their family must die too."

"And what about the soil analysis report?" "Remember that scrap of registered mail we found under the couch?" "Of course." "I think the killers put it there on purpose to distract us." "Why did that? Why not leave the whole email out there for us to find out?" "If we had seen the full soil analysis report, we wouldn't have wasted time chasing down this lead. However, when we think about it, we know that if we only leave a piece of green paper from the mail receipt, what will bring them There are many benefits." "Where's Larry Wellman?"

"He ran into them while on patrol. These guys have to silence him." "You sound reasonable, Pooler," she said with disbelief. "So they killed Larry just to put back a piece of paper to confuse us?" "I think so." "And what about Dickie?" "He was killed while he was still in the dark. I don't think he knew what was going on in the murder. But he was there that night and found the body. His death was a matter of time. And when I recruited When he does things for us, I pretty much sign his death sentence." Cole looked at him suspiciously and asked, "When did you think of this?"

"When I got back to Afghanistan." "what?" "It's just in my head," he said. "When my consciousness is back there, my mind goes a lot faster," he added in a low voice. "I understand what you mean," Cole said slowly. She looked at the picture in the camera again. "So what do we do now?" "I'm going to download them to a computer and print them out. But the point is we need to actually go and see the place." "To that place? You mean just to see?" "No, not just for a look." He looked at his watch. "It's not yet light outside. Would you like to go?"

"It doesn't matter if I like it or not. We don't have much time to waste. You get out of my bedroom so I can change."