Chapter 6 chapter Five

"When the incident happened, we were only two miles away from the scene. At first, what was reported on the radio was just an ordinary traffic accident. In order to avoid the forced lane change of a container truck, a BMW drove into the opposite lane, and ended up colliding with an Audi. The Q7 collided head-on, and half of the engine compartment of the BMW got under the front wheels of the Audi. The collision was not light. The two cars exploded 8 airbags-but the German car is really strong. The driver of the Q7 is Keel. Goo Trout, nothing happened at all; the owner of the BMW was not so lucky, he passed out from a concussion and a few broken ribs from being hit by the steering wheel. We - me and my partner at the time , Jason - heard the case live on the radio, the highway patrol arrived two minutes later, they checked the condition of the two drivers, and called an ambulance. At that time, Trout was driving from the Audi came out of the room, drew a gun, and shot the guy in the BMW three times in the head, it was a fucking mess, we heard gunshots, noise, Highway Patrol yelling on the radio, and then They started calling for backup and Jason and I were right there. We got there almost at the same time as the ambulance and when we got there Trout was trying to get away in his Q7 and we gagged his ass, The rear of his car hit the left side of our car—Jason was driving at the time, the collision kept him in the hospital for half a month, and made him unlucky to miss the case— I got out of the car, shot the Audi twice, and Trout just got out of the car and surrendered, and he had nowhere to go. I grabbed Trout, handcuffed him, read the Miranda Manifesto, and at this point The paramedics in the ambulance got down and ran to the BMW, they gave up after one look at the guy in the BMW, the hapless guy's brains were all over the car, and they ran back, moving the Audi out of the way, Jason He got the stretcher out of the car and told me to get someone from the forensic team to collect the body.

"I put that bastard Trout in the Highway Patrol's car - our car had been knocked out of the way - I called the scene investigation team and the forensics lab, and I had one of the uniformed cops take us back The police station, and the other left to guard the scene. I took special care of the patrolman who stayed behind, and asked him to tell the investigators at the scene that the Audi must be dragged back to the laboratory and turned upside down-you have seen it because it was hit Is your car the one that kills? Of course, I know there are people who shoot for a parking space, but Trout is not that kind of guy, he didn't say a word the whole time, but the EMT went to check that BMW's He looked like he was relieved when he was the driver. Man, I felt something was wrong from the beginning - BMW was the one who caused it, Trout was the victim, he had nothing to lose, the insurance company would Full compensation, what reason does he have to shoot at the other party? Unless, from the beginning, he wanted to kill that person. Everyone knows what happened later, we found the so-called 'diary' from the car ' - he explained that it was his novel, but from that 'novel' we found sixteen bodies and concluded that he was involved in four unsolved murders, two disappearances and four seemingly accidental Death related to... Fuck, it's chilling to think about it, can you imagine? He was a serial killer for seven years, at least seventeen people died under his hands, but this guy has no criminal record, even Not a single parking ticket, clean like an angel."

McCarthy stopped and took a sip of coffee, and Jeffrey took the opportunity to ask: "Since the BMW hit him, how could it have been planned in advance? How would he have known that there would be a car accident right there?" "We found a GPS tracker on the BMW and we believed that the container truck that pushed the BMW out of the driveway was probably part of his plan as well, but we didn't find the car and that part of the road happened to be empty. Highway cameras, and no one who was there remembers the license plate of the truck. We found out he had just bought that solid Audi Q7 a week before the crash, but his wishful thinking didn't work, the BMW owner wasn't in the crash Li was killed, so he had to do it himself."

"Why did he kill the guy who drove the BMW? What's the deal between them?" "We don't know the exact circumstances, and he wouldn't say anything throughout the trial. The owner of the BMW that was killed was Jack Daniels, a vice president of a car sales company, and Kilgore Traw Te was an associate professor of literature at the University of Pittsburgh, which is where his nickname came from—the thought of that bastard being a college professor makes one's hair stand on end—and apart from the delusion in Trout's 'diaries', there was nothing between them Can't find any connection, I think Jack somehow found out about Trout's secret, he's going to kill him. The 'diary' is a ploy that has been forged long ago to get him off the hook, his lawyer It's that gibberish that made his insanity defense and got him off the hook - it's incredible how the jury couldn't see that."

"He could not show his feet for seven years, but he shot in front of the police in order to kill an insider? Don't you think it's unreasonable?" "There are still many unreasonable things in this case, Mr. Agent. We have enough evidence to sentence him to death ten times-if there is no damn psychiatric evaluation-do you think it is reasonable?" "If it were me, I wouldn't let him bring his secret to court." McCarthy, who had been taking a sip of coffee and a bite of Italian pancake in the middle of talking, suddenly stopped: "Are you accusing me of not fulfilling my responsibilities?"

Jeffrey raised his hands and made a "relaxed" look: "I'm just talking casually." McCarthy stuffed the last piece of pancake into his mouth, drank the last sip of coffee, and then asked the waiter for a glass of water. He took out a tube of Bayer Pharmaceuticals effervescent vitamin C tablets from his suit pocket, poured out a capsule and threw it in the water. Here, as the orange pill melts, McCarthy notices the pancakes and coffee barely moving in front of Jeffrey. "Is something not to your liking?" "Oh, no." Jeffrey took a bite of the pancake and said vaguely, "It's very delicious, I'm just a little fascinated, you know, you're a pretty good storyteller."

"I'm not telling a story, I'm telling the truth." McCarthy said a little unhappy. "Of course, what I mean is, you are wonderful, far more exciting than any file or report!" Jeffrey took another bite of the pancake and continued, "Speaking of files, I already know what I want Now all you need to know is your trouble--the case--if you still want to ask my opinion." "Oh, of course, don't tell me I almost forgot." McCarthy removed the dinner plate in front of him, took out the case file of "Coin Killer" from his briefcase, and when the case file was placed on the table with a "snap", When he got up, he hesitated again.Jeffrey looked at him, the relaxed expression on his face didn't change at all, it seemed to help him make up his mind - although he didn't like this frivolous FBI agent, there was no one else who could help him right now .

He turned to the first page of the file. It was a picture of the dead body of a young woman.