The young man successfully allowed them, for which he gradually became an excellent detective. He was sent to serve in the city of Darly.
They said that he copes with difficulties so quickly that crimes almost gone. The journalist of the newspaper "Maps or gaps" Ronald Warner wrote often about the outstanding features of Mr. Waiton. Now he was sitting in a special room, trying to match the thoughts and actions of their be friends.
Elizabeth Roide graduated from College successfully, she was trained in the specialty "Psychology", and decided to help people advice and advice, preferred to go to work as a psychology consultant, but I wasn't accepted for an open position, and the girl went to the DBC. There, only ended investigation Alfred and Walter Berrow, and she didn't know how to solve her problem.
- Who can I contact? she asked the janitor a question, Mr. Stephen Phanchire.
- Come here... - the man pointed to the pillar that gave off the blue and purple glow.
It was a detector of personality, are able to learn information about the visitors, and after checking the Elizabeth Roide was relieved to go for a third floor.
It was clear that Waiton was not the man involved in the Berrow brothers' actions, and Elizabeth Roide found the keys to the dungeon and went down to the basement, opened the lattice door. The detective left the room and thanked his friend for her help. Later they went into his office and began to talk about the case.
Suddenly, in the dark Jack stepped on an open book, approaching the table lamp, he read the title and flipped through the pages: it was an old case of Walter Berrow. In the next room he heard a rustle and cough are distinguishable from those which could be real police officers. When friends went there, they saw in the far corner of the litter, and the grey light from the unlocked electronic safe. Jack asked guy, why he there sat, why he broke the castle, and that he found. The man explained that the code from the box was easy to guess, and he wondered what the previous police had written about him.
Walter told how Katarina and Robert revived his body and who they were fighting against. Elizabeth climbed the new wooden staircase to the first floor, walked past the security Bureau, and opened the door affirmatively, and stepped outside the auditorium. Major Parker and Mr. Raymond were sitting there, exchanging views after watching the documentary slides. As soon as the consultant came to the third row, sat at a distance, her thoughtful and almost motionless profile officers drew attention.
- How are you? Did Jack say anything new? - Parker asked, closing the book by tab on tenth page.
- I hope it can be released... He doesn't know anything about it, it was his guess... - answered girl.
Fifth chapter
September, eighth, of 2010, at 6:24 PM (Post Meridium), Ronald Warner arrived at Darlington’s airport, the meeting with Jack Waiton was good, and the friends mutually managed to talk about their affairs. The next day Warner returned to the second floor and entered the third room. His employee read the new issue, put the newspaper on the table and threw his coat over his shoulders. At 10 o'clock, the detectives went down to the garage, got in the car, came to the building of the Darlington Museum (house 432), passed. Ronald opened the seventh door, saw the gold and silver things, called the police.
Waiton found a shortcut, walked out the front door. Henry Flector was arrested.
- Where are you going? - he asked, Waiton, put the culprit in handcuffs, put in police car, detectives went to the interrogation, and later sent trapped in a room with a strict regime.
On September 9, 2010, at 10 a.m., Jack Waiton and Ronald Warner arrived at 267. 10 hours and 10 minutes in the morning Jack Waiton and Ronald Warner got out of the car, approached the house 267, Ronald Warner knocked on the door.
The house was 267 garlicky policeman Charles Berde. He opened the door, let Jack Waiton and Ronald Warner through, walked them to room 7. Fred Walters was lying on the floor.
Milissa Kendle, the housekeeper, was in the kitchen, making herself a decoction of coriander. When Warner approached her, and she said she came home on September 4, at 9 am.
- The family has a friend Chris Sant, he came to come to us, Helen offered him to check the collar, because it was indicated the name of the company "production of Souvenirs, icons, amulets" (house 321) and the nickname "Jack". Alex called me yesterday at 5: 34, told me the story of the black kitten... she said. Ronald Warner finished recording his statement, went back to the other room.
"Do you remember that we were at David Rowan's school today?" Alfred Barrow is working in this company. I'm going to Sant... - Ronald Warner said.
- You know what I just found? - Jack Waiton said, and went back to the open window.
The detective showed the journalist five fingerprints on the glass of an open window and traces of soles on the windowsill.
Warner ran a scan and gave the photos Charles Berde, which hid the package in his jacket pocket.
- I went to St. Monica's, room second... - Ronald Warner said.
Burrow came into the house on his walk... - Jack Waiton said.
- I agree... - Ronald Warner replied.
This conversation was on September 5, 2010, at 11 a.m., when Waiton and Warner arrived at 123, sitting in a police car. At eleven o'clock and three minutes in the morning, Waiton and Warner got out of the car, approached the house 123, knocked on the door. Stephen Farlington let. Waiton aimed the gun at Victor Jenkins. Warner called the Darly police.
At 11:20 PM Ronald Warner, Jack Waiton, Stephen Farlington brought villains on the street, put in a police car. Stephen Ferrington with his family went to the hospital. Warner looked at Alfred burrow's gun, saw something familiar. Warner and Jack Waiton got into a police car, came to the Darlington police building, questioned.
- Magnel. Yesterday, we were told by forensics that your fingerprints were in the Walters family house in room 7... - Warner said.
- Yeah. I went into Walters' house, went into room 7, talked to Helen, Alex and Fred, pulled out a gun, fired. I took my laptop from the table, hid it in my backpack, climbed on the windowsill, climbed over, went down the fire escape, ran away... - Jenkins said.
- Did you set a time for Sant? - Waiton asked.
- My brother always sets the time... - answer Jenkins.
Sixth chapter
Later, after passing through the house, he noticed closed private rooms that open up to those who can afford to get randomly caught, stupid, naive people, for the elect, for dolls. In the first floor, in the living room, on the wall, near the stationery, next to the fireplace hung an introductory map, on which Warner remembered the location of some rooms. In the garden where grasses, bushes, trees, fruits, berries, vegetables grew, poisonous-white walls shattered the whole space, dimming the sunlight, and in the far corner stood a small fountain, on the edges of which for some reason gas and fluorescent lamps were glued . The atmosphere was reminiscent of color photographs taken by Warner's first camera. The darkness of the garden made feelings of detachment, irrevocable completeness, sadness, pity, something unshakable, pressing on the whole human being. Something could have gone a different way, it would be a vivid memory, a happy fragment of reality, if there were holidays last, now there were sickening sensations, as if you were on a normal, cold, hungry, dirty street, making raids with beggars, under the guidance of the illiterate "Chickens" to the dead sources and to the active dump of broken equipment. Someone knew how to become successful, joyful, but well-being would be shock, uncomfortable and scary for an invisible ghost, someone could make you a toy, weak-willed, asking for calm and food, able to cry and work for free. It seemed to be a neutral and unintelligent phenomenon.