1 Chapter 001

He was sitting in a club. "Do you need anything else?"

It was the voice of the bartender who asked the famous criminal investigator in a respectful tone

"Another shot"

After a brief glance at the man, who was about 30, he answered in front of him, stared at his fingers, and with a tequila in front of him, drank it with one motion. He wanted more, but at the same time he did not want to spend tomorrow in pain. He was looking for his bank card when a hand came to him and put another tequila in front of him. "Be my guest" he looked at his hand in surprise.

The boy next to him said loudly and nodded to Tequila

"I drank enough, I think enough is enough ..."

He answered loudly like a boy so that his voice could be heard despite the loud melody

never mind . Accept my invitation. I pay for everything I drink from the first night. That fact must be taken into account. "

The boy said, pulling the bangs from his forehead and looking hopefully at the inspector. The inspector stared at the boy and did not answer when he heard the boy screaming again. "Carefree man, I do not want to poison you, just a tequila!" Ratkan Dadu drank his head. . However, that extra tequila alone did not cause headaches !!

He put the glass on the table and did not see the satisfied smile of the boy next to him, but he saw his hand counting the money. She got up and raised her head to thank the boy, but he was gone. He raised his eyebrows. His body was hot from drinking alcohol, so he did not bother to look for her at all. He just struggled to get out of the club. A taxi arrived and when he got home he threw himself on the bed. He woke up in the morning with a headache.

"Damn ..."

He raised his hair with his left hand, picked up his cell phone from the table with the other hand and checked the clock: He was ready in less than 5 minutes, but he frowned when he saw the empty yard. Lee: "Why don't you come with your car? It's a lot of work here ...

" He narrowed his eyes. "

My car is not here ... I took it to the repair shop. Come soon." Lee: What is the repair shop for? Your car was safe !! He got nervous. He shouted, "Liam, follow me, do not throw me away." He ran after him, he was not sure, but he knew enough that his car was not a repair shop!

Lee: "Good morning sir!" In the car dashboard, looking for housing, he said good morning to Orumi. Liam Orum asked: "Which car repair shop did you take? What was the problem? What was the problem yesterday ?!" Unable to find the pill in the dashboard, he tightly closed it and leaned back in his chair, calmly replying, "It was not clear ... I took it to where I always took it ..." Liam He grinned, making sure his boss did not see him, and said again, "But I'm sure your car is safe. Last night when you left the office, there was nothing ... When did you take it to the repair shop? What did you want from the dashboard?" Is it okay? Because of Liam's many questions and curiosity, he became more and more confused, so he said in a loud voice, "Damn ... I parked my car in front of the club last night because I couldn't drive. .. "Liam, who had guessed from the beginning where his car was and what he was looking for, smiled triumphantly and entered the office yard, leaving Harry's advice for later. After Liam got out of the car, Harry straightened his coat. And he entered the office in front of Liam, and he went to his office and shook his head at the staff, who said good morning. He was sitting on a chair when he heard the sound of his room opening, and Bradley frowning, "Sir."

"Good morning ... what happened?" Harry took off his coat and shook his head as he looked into Bradley's deep frown. He knew something had happened because Bradley was not usually so disappointed. Bradley went to Harry and his desk and Harry saw the folder he was holding. "Finding it last night ... His name was Carlyle Cullen, 36. He had a history ... We arrested him several times for selling drugs, but he was released on a will ... his neighbor arrested him," he said. He found his blood in the back alley ... "Harry: Didn't you find anything else? Something to take us to the killer? Everything

Bradley: No sir. You have to go to the crime scene. Harry shook his head, pressed his eyebrows between his fingers, and walked with Bradley to watch the crime scene.

Harry only hoped that this time the masked killer had left something of himself, otherwise he no longer knew how to arrest a killer who had only a small chance of being tall and nothing more.

The alley where the body was found was protected by yellow police tapes.

Harry cautiously passed under the yellow stripes to see the sketch of the earth on which the body was painted.

There was some blood on the ground.

No footprints, no fingerprints, and nothing else that can lead the police to the killer.

Harry returned to the office disappointed and bored.

Bradley looked at Harry in silence. Harry pasted a picture of the body on the sign in the corner of his room.

His death happened quickly.

A deep incision in the neck, with a piece of paper attached to his forehead with a needle and written "Sinner" on it.

He took a few steps away from the painting and whispered as he ran his index finger over the septum of his nose: He has been doing the same thing for five years, never making a mistake, never returning to the crime scene.

How does he do it? When is he going to make a mistake