"We'll find him," Hale said. I promise you, Ms. McClendon -- we can find him. "Good luck, Captain Hale." She said softly, turning her eyes to the open closet door. She touched her left arm and could still feel the temperature of the arm ring. I have to go. Norman shot and wounded a neighbor upstairs. Maybe I can do something for him. Will you come here? "You're right." Then we can meet then. Goodbye She got off the phone before Hale could start a new conversation. Bill came in and turned on the light in the hall. He looked around and was surprised. So he was in the basement. Before he had finished speaking, he coughed again. He has a bad cough. He bent down and grimaced, pressing his hands on his swollen, parched throat. "Look," she said, hurrying past him. Drink some of this. I just took it out of the refrigerator, and it's still cold. He took the Pepsi, took a few sips, then opened the bottle and looked at it strangely. "It's a little strange,outdoor whirlpool," he said. That's because your throat is swollen. Maybe it's still bleeding. You could be tasting blood. Come on, cheers. I hate to hear you cough. He drank the rest of the water and put the bottle on the coffee table. When he looked at her again, she saw in his eyes a look of dementia and emptiness. She was frightened. Bill? Bill, what's the matter with you? What's the matter? The empty look lasted for a moment, and then he shook his head with a smile. You're not gonna believe this. I guess this is today's special. However "What?"? Don't believe what? "I couldn't remember who you were for a second or two," he said. I can't remember your name,endless pool factory, Rosie. But what's even more incredible is that for a few seconds I couldn't even remember my own name. She smiled and took a step forward. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but she didn't care. She put her arm around him and hugged him tightly. My name is Rosie. She said. I am Rosie, the real Rosie. "Yes," he said, kissing her temple. Rosie! Rosie! Rosie! Rossi. Rosie. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against his chest, and in the darkness, behind her closed eyelids, she saw the supernatural mouth of a spider and the black eyes of a vixen. She saw these and knew she would be able to see them for a long time. There were three big words in her head that sounded like a bronze bell: I repay. 5 Captain Hale lit a cigarette without asking permission. He sat with his legs crossed, watching Rosie McClendon and Bill Steiner, whirlpool hot tub ,jacuzzi manufacturers, who were suffering from lovesickness. Every time their eyes met, Hale read a message that they were falling for each other. What most intrigued him was whether they had managed to get rid of Norman, who had caused them trouble and boredom. He doesn't know. They are not like that type of people. These two don't look alike. He pulled a chair from the kitchen, placed it in the living room, and sat back, with one arm over the back of the chair. Rosie and Bill sat on the double settee and imagined it as a sofa. It's been over an hour since Rossi dialed 911. The injured tenant upstairs, John Briscoe, had been taken to the Eastern Emergency Center as he had requested, and according to an ambulance officer, he was only "flesh wounded.". Now things are finally beginning to take shape. Hale likes to do things this way. What he wanted to know more was where damn Norman had hidden himself. "There was one instrument that didn't fit," he said. "It messed up the whole band." Rosie and Bill looked at each other. Hale was sure of Bill Steiner's puzzled stare; he wasn't so sure of Rosie. But one thing he was almost sure of was that Rossi had something to hide from him. He passed the time as he slowly turned over the pages of his notebook, hoping that the two of them would lose patience first. But none of them. To his surprise, Rosie seemed so calm that he had not forgotten anything about her, nor had he begun to take any action. She was never actually interrogated by the police, but she heard thousands of discussions and arguments as she quietly made coffee and cleaned out ashtrays for Norman and his friends. He is familiar with the technical skills. "Well," Hale said helplessly when he realized that neither of them had given any clue, "now we've got a clue that Norman was here and that he was going to kill two officers, Alvin Timos and Lee Babcock. Babcock stepped into the seat where he had been shot, Timos entered the car, and Norman turned out the lights in the hallway, then went into the basement and turned off the electric switches, although they were firmly fixed in the switch box. Why? We have no way of knowing. Maybe he's an idiot. He then returned to the daylight pretending to be Officer Timos. When you and Mr. Steiner showed up, he attacked you from behind -- scared Mr. Steiner out of his wits, he tracked you all the way upstairs, and when Mr. Briscoe burst in, Norman immediately shot him, and then broke into your room. There's nothing missing from what I said, is there? "Yes, I think so," said Rossi. "Everything is so chaotic, but how it happened is the most unclear." There's one thing I don't understand. You two are hiding in the closet. "Yes-" "— but Norman is in the name of Freddie Jason or someone else in this horrible picture —" "Oh, not exactly —" He attacked everywhere like a bull in a China shop and found two bullet holes in the shower curtain.. And then rushed out of the bathroom. Is that what you're going to tell me? "That's true." "Of course,hot tub manufacturers," she said, "we didn't see him attacking everywhere because we couldn't see anything in the closet, but we heard him." 。 monalisa.com