Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Sergeant Sergeant

Du was tired and his vision felt a little blurry.He took off his leather gloves and rubbed his eyes.The cold air of the morning invaded his sticky fingertips in an instant.Every breath he exhaled turned into a cone of white mist before his eyes.Du put on his gloves and refocused his attention on the snow-covered road in the apartment complex. The cops worked all night without a single ghost - America's best psychotic "giant" still rolling like a land mine, waiting to hit something by chance and make an earth-shattering noise.There was no news from Wagamega either.Murray has sent several agents there.There are also some state mounted police patrolling around. The local police are very vigilant about this danger. The agents of the Central Intelligence Agency have almost checked every traffic artery in a blanket manner.With Perry's face on every television screen in Michigan's Great Lakes region, there was no way he'd slip into Wagamega unnoticed.The public is wary, at least in the Great Lakes region.The hunt for Perry D'Arcy has been cast in the same fog as the hunt for O.J. Simpson.He was another club rugby player on the run, a wife murderer.

It had been seven hours since the murder—if Darcy had managed to escape, he could be in Chicago, Indiana by now, in Fort Wayne, or on the Ohio Highway heading for the East Coast, but Doo knew Darcy hadn't gone Far.Let the public think what they like, as long as they remember this guy's physical features and stay on their toes.Darcy might frighten them, there was no telling.If it is true that Darcy is fleeing somewhere, it would be better if the public knew about it and stayed away from him. Darcy's car was still parked quietly under the snow-covered metal shed in the garage.There have been no reports of stolen cars in Ann Arbor for the last two days - no motorcycles, scooter, not even a ghost bike, not a single incident of that sort.

So he probably wasn't going anywhere, and besides, it seemed like Darcy's right leg wasn't quite right either.Brian Vander Paine, the Ann Arbor police officer who was the first to rush to the murder scene, noticed the bloody footprints on the apartment's porch.But despite the blood-stained hallway, he found only a few left footprints.They found no trace of what might have been the use of a cane, and Vander Paine ventured to speculate that Darcy fled by hopping on one foot. Now here's a man -- a giant -- without any means of transportation, who commits what amounts to premeditated murder, and leaves in a hurry, most likely without the time to plan it out, or the forethought to call a cab (they've checked However, there were no taxis to pick up passengers in the vicinity that day), he hopped all the way.That's the point—if people see someone hopping on one foot, they're bound to be impressed.But no one in the overwhelming news reports claimed to have seen such a person.

All these factors lead to a conclusion - Darcy may not have left the community.The police have thoroughly searched every apartment in Building B, and he's not there, but how far can he go?There are 17 buildings in the entire complex, and each building has 12 apartments.The building is three floors with four apartments on each floor - they haven't had a chance to inspect all the apartments yet. Almost everyone assumes that Darcy is long gone, but they all base their conclusions on Darcy's fabricated "resume" that says he's smart and menacing , and has close contacts with terrorists who can help him disappear.

Du was still lost in his own thoughts.What is certain is that Darcy has blood on his feet.The obvious bloody footprints stretched all the way to the front of the west train.But the blood on each footprint became less and less, and on the last footprint next to the car, there was hardly any blood.As night fell, continuing the search was unlikely—the bloodstains could be so faint that it would be impossible to spot them by the light of a flashlight alone. So Du had to wait for the dawn. He walked around Building B, but found nothing.Then he walked around again, never taking his eyes off the ground.He went to Darcy's car, and the messy snow on the hood indicated that someone, probably Darcy, had been standing there not long ago.

All footprints in front of the car are from the left foot.You had to look really hard to spot it, but once Du saw it, he couldn't look away.Darcy, once stood here with a limp.Hell, he probably watched two cops enter his apartment complex. He squatted in front of the car, his cold knees ached. The CIA's mainstay operative has arthritis, he muses musingly to himself that there's always something you don't see in the movies. Crouching in front of the old, rusty Ford, Du looked at the gate leading to Building B.He felt a rush of adrenaline like never before - Darcy had been in the same place.Darcy watched the two police officers enter the building, watched the gate close behind them, and then he... what did he do?

Du looked around and tried his best to think about the problem from Darcy's point of view.On the left is Turner Avenue in Washington, which connects the high-end neighborhoods of Ann Arbor with the low-cost rental housing in Islanti, and there is a continuous flow of vehicles day and night.If he had gone that way, surely someone would have noticed the one-legged man. Darcy didn't want that either.Too much noise, too many people.Du's eyes fell to his right side, along the road of the community, there were more apartment buildings.There is a large group of buildings with almost no vehicles. The curtains and curtains have been pulled up to keep out the cold in winter. No one is looking around, no one is in a hurry.That was what Darcy wanted, a quiet place full of shelter--coppes, bushes.The police had searched for hiding places but found nothing.Not even footprints or branches broken by snow.

But it's winter when everything is dead - why hide in a snow-covered bush when you can hide in a warm apartment?That's what Darcy thought.This man had just committed a brutal massacre, and then, watched two police officers enter the building.Du recalled the severe symptoms of paranoia displayed by other victims.Darcy saw the police go in and knew they were coming for him, knew they would find the body.He'll find a hiding place, the sooner the better. The police have knocked on every door in the complex - asking if anyone has seen or heard anything unusual.Nothing was gained.But not all apartments are occupied, some work night shifts and some are not at home.And there's no time to run a background check on every resident in the building to see if they'll be home.

Du got up from where he was squatting, he groaned softly as he stood up, his knee joints were complaining about the unfair treatment.Then, Du walked towards Building G.Although his pulse was as fast as a high-performance engine, he walked deliberately slowly, re-examining the ground carefully.