Chapter 17 Thursday morning, May 26

Fat Boy, a guy who earned his nickname at countless fraternities, caught a frisbee flying towards him with his outstretched hand, and did a 360-degree spin before switching to the other hand, But because it was the first time, he turned around a little slower, fell heavily on the beach, and his face was buried in the wet sand.Still, it was an impressive performance for a 250-pound boy, except that he threw the Frisbee over his opponent's head, and it disappeared under the boardwalk. He got up quickly, but saw his playmates walking slowly towards the blanket and beer, leaving him alone on the beach to review his mistake just now.Ba Fatboy patted the sand and broken shell foam on his face, and ran slowly towards the boardwalk, thinking in his heart that he should put more body wash on his back when he took a bath at night.

Ten feet from the boardwalk he could smell the pungent stench.Where the Frisbee fell, he saw a large swarm of flies gathering there.There must be something dead down there, maybe a seagull or a baby shark or something.If it weren't for the fact that the Frisbee was worth ten dollars, he would have turned around and left.But ten dollars can buy six and a half bottles of beer, he thought, and headed down the sidewalk. Afterwards, his friends said that they first saw Fatty Ba’s white back disappear, and then reappeared a minute later. He didn’t go back up immediately, nor stood up, but kept kneeling in the sand for a long time. .Then they all yelled at him, "Fat boy, do you want to stay there all day?"

O'Shaughnessy looked out from the ocean-facing tower hotel, surrounded by hundreds of people on the beach.It was completely different from the day Anne had an accident on May 1st. There were very few people in the town that day, and no one heard Annie's screams.It's still peak tourist season, but why hasn't anyone seen or heard anything? The missing girl was just sixteen and one month old.According to her parents, her curfew was eleven o'clock in the evening, so it can be assumed that she had an accident between eight o'clock and eleven o'clock, and it was probably when she returned to the hotel at ten forty-five on the way.That means that she is a good girl who obeys the curfew, and no one has any reason to think otherwise, at least not yet.

After receiving the report, technicians from the criminal investigation department rushed to the scene to collect some dried gastric juice and feces.Fat Boy said that if he hadn't seen the white belt under his frisbee, he would be at home by now, easily mixing salad.He also saw a vomit-stained beige wallet with a foot-long piece of duct tape and strands of bloody hair wrapped around it, before he saw a man's head tied to a stake !Fatty Ba said frankly that he vomited up his breakfast and went to the beach to wash his whole body before he took out his mobile phone to call the police.

Police have cordoned off the boardwalk for fifty feet, directing all pedestrians to walk back to Atlantic Avenue in a detour.Fatty Ba's real name is Charles Dubois. After the emergency doctor examined him, he was handed over to the police and taken back to the police station to make a statement.After the statement was recorded, he was released.All of a sudden, reporters and police were busy.I heard some people who vomit frequently say that if a person has severe nausea, he should be sent to the hospital for treatment immediately, otherwise his life will be in danger. The Yolandes were taken to a private meeting room in the hotel, and their son was taken back to the police station.O'Shaughnessy also visited them in person at the hotel.She didn't want them to hear reports of the murder scene on TV.

A few hours later she arrived at the entrance to Ronin's Wharf.She wanted to go for a walk here with Tim, as she had done before.She really wanted to talk to him about her current predicament, not to ask for his opinion or ideas, but just to let him be an audience.She wanted to express all the pain in her heart.After the family broke up, she has been suffering alone from anxiety and helplessness. The Ferris wheel is still spinning over Ronin's Pier.Lots of people walking along the boardwalk.The sun is about to set, and those hard-working fishermen are still scrambling for the last bit of light to continue working.

It's almost time for dinner and everyone will go home to shower and change before heading out to enjoy the nightlife. She walked past a group of young people in T-shirts, climbed onto a T-shaped platform, passed James Taffey's house and a nut plantation, walked around the wax museum, and finally stopped in front of a small stall, and then Passed a cigarette to the man sitting on the footstool next to him. "How have you been, Newsay?" The man looked up, "Hello, officer, haven't seen you in this area since last summer." He noticed the casual clothes she was wearing and asked, "You were fired from the police department?"

Newsay, with some gray stubble on his face, wore a baggy flannel jacket and denim trousers.He had never seen her out on patrol before without her uniform. "No, it's a promotion," she said, taking a box of chewing gum from the shelf, peeling off the wrapper, and popping one into her mouth.Then stare at the green monster at the gate of Ronin's Wharf. "Oh, I've become a lieutenant." He opened his mouth and said with a smile, "That's right. With your ability, it's not surprising to be promoted." "Is there anything new around here recently?" She pouted at the pier.

"Are you talking about the touring troupe of rubbish? They've been putting on a show in the port. It's never been that big before. Who are you looking for?" "Find out the man who dragged a girl under the boardwalk." Newsay nodded and said, "Oh, I saw her picture in the hands of a police officer this morning. How could her parents allow her to dress like that." O'Shaughnessy groaned secretly, realizing that Dillon had taken the girl's swimsuit photo.Dillon is the oldest officer in the police department.After the film was developed in the One Hour Laundromat, he chose a full-body photo of a dead sixteen-year-old woman in a bikini.He later said that was the best picture of her face ever photographed.

O'Shaughnessy nodded, "Even so, it won't make her a target for murderers." "I wouldn't like to see that happen either, but that's how it is now." Her eyes stayed on the colorful cigarette case, "Have you ever smoked, Newsay?" "Yes. When I was a kid, everyone around me smoked. We all thought it was a good thing." "You quit later?" "I quit thirty years ago." "I'm quitting too." "It's not easy to quit smoking. The cravings will crawl into your mind like little bugs and keep tempting you."

She nodded, her eyes resting on the stone monster at the gate of the pier, "It's true, Newsay. You can watch it for me." She took out a five-dollar bill and stuffed it on the counter, and then took it out of her pocket. He took out a card. Newsay put the money in his shirt pocket. O'Shaughnessy went to sit on a bench across the boardwalk.There were a few joggers and walkers on the road, probably after dinner, they came out to enjoy the last bit of light before night fell. She looked around at the shops: the pet clinic, the ice cream stand, and the bakery under the monster's tail, a place frequented by teenagers, and if Tracy Yolande was looking for someone her age, this was the place to be. It should be where she was last seen.Or is she trying to buy drugs?Tomorrow McGuire had to take someone to check on the dockworkers, to remind them, and let them know that the police were paying attention to the drug trade. Two handsome, shirtless middle-aged men slowly walked towards her.One of them whistled at her, and O'Shaughnessy smiled faintly and shook his head at him as if he were a naughty little boy.She got up and walked to the railing at the curb, overlooking the beach.Lifeguards are taking off their life jackets.A man is playing Frisbee with a dog.She thought of the dog who had found Annie Carino's blood under the boardwalk.She had also seen a photo of Fat Boy's Frisbee.Despite a lot of work, apart from frisbees and dogs, nothing new was discovered.And this situation reminded her all the time how incompetent she was. She turned and looked at the boardwalk, where the murderer might have been standing last night, looking at Tracy Yolande.He saw a target that interested him.