Two detectives meet for the first time:
Linton was clearing the table, and Hodder was standing at the door with a suitcase full of things. He glanced at Linton and was about to leave.
Linton: Who are you?
Hodder: I'm Hodder, sent from the county, are you Lynton?
Linton: Yes, I'm Linton.
Hodder: I thought you were gone. But if you need time I'll go now.
Linton: No, American, come in, I'm almost done.
Hodder put the box on the table, but accidentally knocked Linton's box over.
Linton: (hurries over) I'll come.
Hodder: My fault. give.
Linton took the box and kept a close eye on it as he sorted it out.
Hodder: I heard you're moving to Los Angeles.
Linton: Over there in San Francisco.
Hodder: Oakland?
Linton: Sonoma.
Hodder: Sonoma, yes. Pleasant climate, sunny beaches, the most annoying.
Hodder said and threw a ball of paper into the corner.
Linton: Then you must love it here.
Holden saw a picture of a bloody body on the table, a scribbled drawing.
Houghton: Whoops, do addicts think Picasso?
Linton: Painted by the 6-year-old son of a drug addict.
Houghton: Did he snort too?
Linton: No.
Hodder: So, what happened to that kid?
Crime scene:
The weather was overcast and cloudy. In a field half-height of weeds, the police searched carefully in the weeds. Linton's car was approaching in the distance.
A policeman walked to the curb with a plastic bag.
Police: Detective Linton.
Linton: What about the corpse?
Police: Still searching. Students on a field trip discovered this in the morning.
Linton took the plastic bag, which contained a pink wool sweater with blood on his chest. Linton watched carefully.
Hodder: This park is a crime center at night, and gangsters come here to make trouble, maybe some junkie.
Linton: The owner of the clothes isn't a junkie, at least not one of those who are fooling around here. It was a wool sweater, which had just been washed recently.
Hodder: Take it to the coin laundromat and wash it, so what?
Linton: Can you dry clean cardigans? Do you know that addict who frequents the dry cleaners? What else was discovered?
The police handed over another blood-stained card.
Police: This, ATM debit card.
Hodder brought it over to examine it carefully: Stanley Larson? Is it possible that you lost your wallet just in time?
The police also laughed. Linton ignored it and began to observe the field.
Linton: If you find anything else, mark it and don't move.
Also, notify the Sexual Assault Squad that it is now handed over to them.
Hodder: We came first!
Linton: Yes, but we didn't find the body.
Hodder: Not yet.
Linton: If you want to follow up, feel free.
Hodder: I'll take your car.
Mother went out to throw the trash, and Hodder and Linton got out of the car.
Hodder: Hey! Seattle Police Department, we're looking for Stanley Larson.
Mother: He is not at home.
Hodder: Are you his wife?
Mother: Yes.
Hodder: Do you know where we can find him?
Mother: He went out to work, I don't know the exact location.
Hodder: What about last night?
Mother: (somewhat angry) What are you doing with Stan?
Hodder: Does your husband often go out at night? Mrs Larson, I haven't told you where to go.
Mother: No. Stan is always at home and I am with the kids.
Linton: Was it last night too?
Hodder: Yeah. We went camping and came back late, so he didn't go out again.
Linton: (pulls out a business card) Let him call us as soon as he gets back.
Hodder: Are you sure he was home last night?
Mother: Yeah, I'm sure.
Hodder: How do you know for sure?
Mother: What do you think?
Linton glanced at Hodder with a smile.
Hodder: Are we just waiting for the guy to call us?
Linton: In this situation I would ask myself, what would Jesus do?
Hodder smirked, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.
Hodder: I don't know, I'll ask him.
Linton stopped abruptly, her eyes fixed on a pink adult bicycle in the Larson's grocery room, and her expression gradually became serious.
Mrs Larson came out of the grocery room.
Linton: Mrs Larson, do you have a daughter?
Mrs Larson: Yes, what's the matter?
Linton: Did she go camping too?
Mrs. Larson: No, she didn't go, she stayed in town for the weekend and went to her friend's house.
Linton: When was the last time you spoke to her?
Mrs Larson panicked, holding back her trembling voice: Friday, just before we left town. What's wrong?
Linton looked at her and said nothing.
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