Chapter 41 Chapter Forty

Moreau walked out of the house with a heavy heart, walked into this fresh morning, walked to the car, opened the door, got into the car slowly and awkwardly, stuffed his coat in, and closed the door, feeling an indescribable heaviness .She started the engine and reversed the car onto the street only through the mirrors, because now she was uncomfortable turning her waist to look behind her. She stopped at the foot of the hill, took a deep breath, and shook her head, wondering what was wrong.She was ill, but not in the usual way, and this time it seemed to be of a different nature.She set off again, onto the main road, slower than usual, the radio buzzing with news of traffic jams, children's birthdays, rumors of an accident on the M8.She turned off the radio and drove toward the city. The road was quiet because it was still early.

She felt as if she was driving with someone who had just had a fight.But she is alone.How stupid. She let her mind wander, she let the road dictate, stop at red lights, give way, mechanically apply the brakes when someone crosses recklessly, or when another driver makes a foolish turn. When she got to the police station, she knew she was mad at herself, but didn't know why.It wasn't that Danny had been at her house or met Brian, she didn't feel angry about it.It's Perth, and it's about Perth. She parked the car in the yard and walked up the ramp, saying hello to all the night shifters by making reservations at the front desk, trying not to let her thoughts flow.

Across the hall and into the Criminal Investigations Department, she found Bannerman's door open, the lights on inside, and him reading a newspaper by himself. "Inspector?" "Moreau? You're so early..." "The same to you." He waited for her to speak, but she didn't know what to say. "what do you want?" She didn't know if she wanted something, "Well, Perth, Perth is bothering me." He sighed softly, patted the newspaper, "OK, call and check." "Yes," she said, not knowing why it felt wrong, "I will, yes..."

"Can you leave me alone for a while?" "Sorry." She stepped back, closed the door, and was stunned for a while. "Detective?" She turned and saw Harris walking towards the case room. "You came so early, you look really good." "Yeah, the oldest son was going to school and I had to get him on the bus early." She watched him disappear into the case room, still feeling distraught and in a trance.She went into the office, turned on her computer, and looked for contact information for Perth.In my inbox was a blank email from Nora Kettering, with an attached numbered title.She downloaded the attachment and clicked on it.

Here's a 24-second video of Sarah Errol, Sarah Errol in action, sitting at a table in the garden with a fat gray cat lounging on it, The tail curled around her wrist.Sarah's face was hard to make out because the sun was shining brightly and the shadows were deep, but she was smiling, and singing quietly to the gray cat, who purred and rolled, and she rubbed his Belly sings: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Sarah looked and acted like a child, with a sort of coy grace, like a flower not fully blooming.There is a pack of yellow potato chips and an iPhone on the table. After she finished singing, she leaned forward, still unaware that she was being secretly photographed.She kissed the cat's fluffy belly and sat back to find Nora patting her. , she dropped her shoulders in horror and yelled, "Nora! Get your damn phone away!"

Nora giggles, Sarah stares straight into the camera and smiles too, frame freezes here. Moreau covered his mouth with his hand, feeling a surge of anger rising in his chest.She's letting go, letting things go, sacrificing Sarah for peace with Danny, for peace with Bannerman, letting time pass.She stared at the ceiling. She took a deep breath, stood up, opened the door, and screamed Harris' name to come over. Harris came to the door, startled as if Morrow had given birth on the floor. "Get dressed, Harris. We're going to Perth."