Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

After giving first aid to Kosaek, who was taken away by ambulance, Dr. Allison attended to the two deep scratches on Caro's back.When she was in his bed, he gave her a sedative, which put her in a deep sleep within thirty seconds. After the diagnosis, he determined that Sam's ankle was only severely sprained and not broken, and then injected an injection of numbing medicine into his ankle and wrapped it tightly with a bandage. "Try standing on this foot for a while." "It doesn't hurt at all!" said Sam, feeling amazed. "Don't use this foot too much, try not to exert force, just use a little force, you guys are really lively tonight!"

"How is that officer—Kosek—?" Dr. Allison shrugged his shoulders: "Look again. He is still young and in good health. Now he is in shock, and the injury mainly depends on how long the knife is. It is best to wait until the operating table is pulled out. .I have to go, those state troopers are anxious to see you." After trying not to use his injured foot and going downstairs, he found that Captain Dutton had arrived, talking to a large man in a low voice.Although the man was wearing loose trousers and a leather jacket, he seemed to have considerable strength and weight.

Dutton nodded coldly to Sam. "This is Chief Ricardo of Division E, Mr. Bowden," he said. "I'm briefing him." "I talked to the team leader when he first arrived," Sam said. "How is Mrs. Borden?" "She was quite frightened. Dr. Allison gave her an injection. He said she would feel groggy tomorrow, but she could get a good rest." Sam went to a chair and sat down. "The doctor told me not to use this ankle as much as possible." "Obviously you and Kosek didn't manage this well," Dutton said. Sam glared at him: "If it weren't for my wife and her little speech, I would have to deal with this matter by myself, and the result would be many times worse than it is now, Captain Dutton."

Dutton blushed and said, "What defensive measures do you have?" "I hooked up a buzzer warning system upstairs in the barn so she could call me. Kosek is hiding in the basement. There are trip wires on the front and back stairs, and I'd like to know how he into the house." "We've figured it out," said the big state trooper. "He climbed up to the awning on the porch behind the kitchen, cut the screen of the window at the end of the upstairs porch, and pried off the hosel on the window." .” Sam nodded feebly. "Kosek didn't hear his intrusion, which shortened the warning time, and he didn't hear the buzzer. The first sounds he heard were her screams and the car she fired. Two shots."

"Two shots?" Ricardo asked, "Are you sure?" "Almost certainly." Ricardo turned to face Dutton: "We found two .22 caliber bullet holes, one in the door frame, about chest height; the other in the stucco wall across the corridor, about six feet high. There was also a .38 bullet hole in the hallway floor at an angle and knocked out a long strip of wood." "Originally I was sure Kosaek could handle it," Dutton said. Ricardo pulled his earlobe: "It's one thing to deal with a rough man, but another thing to deal with a lunatic. The corridor is very dark, and your subordinates are not familiar with the relevant positions in the house, so I'm afraid you may have to find someone else to deal with them." No idea where the light switch was, and he wanted to move fast. That Cuddy probably came out of the room like a bomb."

"I shot him too," Sam said. "Is it the revolver we found on the stairs?" "yes." "Where was the shot fired? How many shots were fired?" "Three shots were fired in the front yard and he knocked me off the porch as he was running around the corner. Then I heard him go up the hill behind the house and I tried to fire two more shots at long range. Gun. But he kept running, and I could hear him." The phone rang, and one of Ricardo's subordinates answered the phone, saying that he was looking for Team Leader Duton.Dutton walked over to answer the phone.He listened for a long time, only answered with a single tone, and then hung up.When he turned around, his face looked much older, with drooping eyelids and a cold expression.

"We don't know how he was tortured, Ricardo, Andy couldn't make it through, he died on the operating table." "I'm so fucking sad," Ricardo said. "What are your plans?" "This area is not easy to seal off. There are too many trails, and maybe we didn't start fast enough, I don't know. But I have barricades. We can't use police dogs, because they can't provide the smell of prisoners. Within half an hour I've got six or seven more to get over here, and we'll split up the hill at dawn to see if we can find him. I have a man who's pretty good at it, and we hope Mr. Bowden hits him too. , if we didn’t hit him, I just hope we blocked this area in time.”

"If you can't find it, can you issue a warrant?" Ricardo nodded. "Six states. Work will be distributed. Well, now, how do you tell the news media? So far, my people are still blocking you." Dutton pursed his lips: "This is killing a policeman. Let's make a big story. We can send his mugshot to the newspaper." He looked at Sam sharply. "They're going to ask you to make a statement if possible. I can handle that if you want." "I would." "I'm going to deal with it now," Dutton said. "The sooner we show cooperation, the nicer they'll be to us."

He stepped out of the gate into the clusters of lights and conversations beside the barn. Ricardo sat in a chair with his tall, big-boned body, and then said in a deep voice: "The relationship between the brain and the body is very strange. Sometimes a person with a normal mind seems to have something in his mind. Something restrains him from using all his strength. Last year two of my guys tried to arrest a woman who weighed only 120 pounds. She was causing trouble in a bar on Sherman Road. It was almost demolished. It was like a house there. It took five men--five burly men--to get her under control, and two of them ended up in the hospital. According to Dutton, that Max Cuddy was nuts. "

"And he's strong, he's fast, he's in great shape," Sam said. Ricardo carefully lit a cigarette, looking at the red cigarette butt in front of him. "A family named Turner came here just now. They said they lived on the other side of Milton Road. My subordinates told them to go back. Are they your good friends?" "best friend." "Perhaps someone should be with your wife. Mrs. Turner?" "Okay." He stood up. "Which one is it?" "The first one down on the same side as us. Thank you." "I'll send one of my men to find her." After saying that, he walked out.

Sam sat alone in the living room, exhausted from emotional and physical exhaustion.He thought of all the things he'd done wrong - falling off a ladder like a clown and being unable to get into the house.What a master of action, really decisive, only missing a clothesline while running in the dark.What a failure.It's really hard to believe that Kosaek is dead, such a ruthless, capable, and efficient Kosaek.However, he prevented that unimaginable thing with his life, but the price was so high. Lise Turner hurried in.She is a tall, blonde woman with a seemingly lazy and anemic appearance, but there is actually a lot of energy hidden. "Oh my God, Sam, we're all in a panic. It's like a war is going on here. When we got dressed and rushed over, we were driven back by the police. The state trooper who drove me told me that there was a policeman Killed here, but you're both fine. How's Caro? Where's she?" "Dr. Allison gave her a sedative. She's asleep now, but I don't know how long she'll be asleep. I was thinking, if you could..." "Of course, I'll go with her. Is it in your bedroom? I'll go up immediately. Was it the man that Jimmy told Little Mike? The man who poisoned Marilyn?" He nodded.She watched him for a moment, then walked quickly up the stairs, two steps at a time.He heard more cars approaching.He got up and went to the window to look out the uniformed state troopers coming and going in front of the headlights.The east was getting brighter, the rain had stopped, and the trees were dripping. Ricardo came in to find Sam and asked him to go outside and show them where he stood when he shot up the hill, and asked him to point out where the sound came from. "I've got my men set up, Mr. Bowden. We'll be off as soon as it's light enough to track him down. I'll take ten men apart. Dutton has gone back to New Essex. Carter There's little chance of Dee coming back here again, but I've left one here. Here's your gun, reloaded." Just as Sam took the gun, the spotlight suddenly flashed on.Ricardo turned around in displeasure. "What did I tell you journalists?" "Give me a little chance, officer," said the man with the photographer.He had a fat face, and a pair of wide, innocent blue eyes. "It's rare that we do newspapers one step ahead of TV. Every news media will grab this news. When will we start searching? How about an exclusive interview? Mr. Bowden, my name is Jerry Jacks. " "not now." Sam said walking slowly back into the house.He heard Ricardo driving Jax back to the barn behind him. He watched from the kitchen window as they began to move, as the men lined up, guns in hand, started up the hill.He didn't stop until he saw their figures disappear.As the sun came up, he walked into the bedroom, and Liz smiled at him, putting a finger to her lips.Kai Luo breathed deeply and slowly, his bruised face relaxed, and his lips parted slightly.Liz put aside the magazine in her hand, and followed him out of the bedroom to the outside corridor. "She hasn't moved," she said softly. "You must be bored." "I don't care at all, her face is so pathetic." Downstairs, feeling restless and unable to sit still and wait for the result, he walked out the kitchen door and sat on the back steps, with the sun high enough to warm his face and arms. In the stillness of the morning he heard their voices before seeing their persons.They took the easier way down the mountain, the one that went from the makeshift shooting range, past Marilyn's grave, and then to the back of the barn. He walked over there, and four police officers struggled to carry a stretcher of the type they had cut down two small trees, trimmed the branches and leaves, and threaded the sleeves of two uniforms.Sam stood at the end of the path and waited, and when they reached level ground they lowered the stretcher to rest.It's a bit fiddly when laying flat.Cady lay on his back on the stretcher, his blunt face, strangely shrunken, like a lump of soiled dough.Half-open eyes like two opaque blue glass.Sam had seen several corpses in his life, but no other had been so thoroughly dead.As they lowered the stretcher, Cady was jolted on its side, then rolled over slowly and heavily, prone on the wet grass, and the spotlight flashed on. "He only ran halfway to his car." Ricardo said, "It's much easier to take him down the mountain than up the mountain. His car is hidden on the dirt road behind and covered with branches and leaves. Covered. There's a long gun with a telescopic sight in the car, and food and wine. One of my men will drive the car to the station." "Is it necessary for you to kill him?" Ricardo looked at him. "We just brought him down the hill. We went up the hill and halfway we started seeing blood, a lot of blood, and you look at his clothes. You must have hit him with one of the shots you fired last. One of two shots he took. The one wounded the inside of his right arm, just under the armpit, and ruptured an artery, and he crawled another three hundred feet before he bled out." Sam looked at the body they had turned back onto the stretcher, with a blade of grass stuck to its lip.He killed this man.He turned this primal, relentless violent man into dirt and left him to die.He looked deep into his heart, looking for guilt, looking for a trace of shame. But all he found was a strong sense of satisfaction.A strong and raw sense of fullness.All the carefully layered, civilized instincts and behaviors were torn away, revealing the ecstasy of having eliminated the enemy. "I will send him away as soon as possible," Ricardo said, "If it is convenient tomorrow, please come to the bureau, and I will prepare the documents for you to sign." Sam nodded, turned and walked toward the house.After walking about ten feet, he stopped and turned to look at them.He saw them pick up the corpse, and said lightly, "Thank you." He was about to go upstairs, but suddenly felt weak and turned to a chair and sat down on it.He heard Jerry Jacks on the phone.He knew he should be annoyed that Jakes had slipped into the house like this, but it didn't seem to matter now. "... yes, dead. And it was Bowden who beat him." It was Bowden who beat him. Sam Bowden.All he wanted was to throw his head back and shout to the sky, all he wanted was to dance around the corpse and mutter about how he had killed the enemy. After he felt that his physical strength was strong enough, he limped slowly upstairs and waited for Kailuo to wake up.He will tell her about it in due time.He then went to bed before driving to get the kids back.