chapter 004

Harry: What was his name?

Damon: Edward Murphy, no record, perfectly clean.

Everyone was surprised. One was because the killer had committed two murders in two consecutive days. And in his second murder, the "criminal" sheet was typed on the torn arm of the corpse. But the person who died had no record. He did not commit any crime. So why did the killer have to kill him?

This time, too, there was nothing left of it. A knife was fingerprinted on the arm, on the sides of the window, and wherever the killer touched it, but there were no fingerprints. What had been on Harry's mind was what the boy had done when the killer approached him.

"Hurry up, Louis, wake up, how do you sleep so much?"

His voice really made Louis nervous.

He would come up every few minutes and scream, and Louis really wanted to kill him. He removed the blanket from his head and sat down on the bed.

He got up and went to the bathroom after getting up.

Haley went to the kitchen to make coffee for Louis

It wasn't long before Louis joined Haley in the kitchen.

"Why are you waking me up?"

Louis said after tasting the coffee Haley had placed in front of him, staring to his left.

Haley rolled her eyes and, after showing the clock, said to Louis, "Look at the clock. You must have woken up at 10. Dylan wants to see you."

Louis placed the cup of coffee on the counter and shouted as he climbed the stairs: he could wait. I wanted to go see him myself at night. Wait for me to change my clothes.

Haley shouted in response: Tomashin, I'm waiting for you, hurry up.

They were in front of the bar a few minutes later.

After parking, Louis got out of the car earlier than Haley and got into the cargo

He saw Dylan arranging alcohol bottles behind a large table, so he stepped forward and waited to look at her.

Dylan: You made a noise last night, everyone was surprised.

Dylan told Louis after putting his hand on the table

Lou: Hmmm ... somehow ... but no problem, they want to get a little excited.

"Looking at Dylan carefully," Louis said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Dylan picked up a handkerchief and, drawing it on the table, replied calmly, "It's not emotional, you were careless, you were putting a distance between them, you didn't have to go to him quickly."

Louis bit his lower lip. Dylan may have been right, Louis was in a hurry, but he could not do it anyway. "Well ... what about the card with the interrogator?"

Louis sat down and looked. "Slow down ... I made no progress, my head has been busy for a few days," Louis replied without changing his face.

Dylan placed the beer bottles in front of Lewis and Haley, rested his elbows on the table, then leaned on his chin and said, "Don't be too long, come tonight ... he'll probably get drunk tonight."

Louis wrapped his fingers around the beer and whispered, "Sure."

It had been almost an hour since Louis had waited in the corner of the bar. Little by little, he came to the conclusion that Harry was not going to be born.

Harry was completely tired. Louis got up when he saw her

He walked over to see Harry sitting at the table.

You did not have to be a genius or anything to understand how Harry spent his day.

It was clear from his appearance that he had had a bad day.

Seeing Harry, Dylan turned his head to find Louis, who smiled when he saw Louis standing behind Harry, and turned to Harry and asked, "What can I bring you tonight?"

"Bourbon, please," Harry said without lifting his head from the table.

Dylan nodded and placed the bourbon cup in front of Harry. Harry paused when he heard a voice beside him and looked at everything in the cup

Louis: You seem to have had a difficult day.

Harry recognized the voice. This was the voice of the same boy who had invited him to drink tequila the night before. He placed the empty glass on the table and turned his head to look at the boy.

"It was kind of a saw ... boring."

Harry answered after a few seconds. She was still staring at the boy, but could not see his face as Louis looked ahead. But he could have guessed that the boy was attractive at first sight.

After a pause, Louis said, "So ... are you coming here to relax for a while?"

Harry looked at Louis and stared at the table. "Yeah ... something like that," he said quietly.

Louis picked up the bourbon that Dylan had placed in front of him. He shook Harry's glass in front of him. Harry looked at Louis and said, "I haven't thanked you yet."

Louis:Thanks for what??

Harry, not realizing when the bourbon glass was in front of him again, drank half of the contents of the glass and replied: Last night ... you invited me and counted it, and oh what I had eaten that night ...

He finished his drink and continued, "Thank you."

He placed the glass on the table and pointed to Dylan standing in front of them.

Louis turned the chair and caught Harry's attention. The umbrellas in front of her hair went away. "Oh, you mean that night ... well, he couldn't," he said.

Harry nodded again and pulled the bourbon glass back in front of him, ignoring the fact that he had said he no longer wanted to but was still getting a drink.

"How can I make up for it?"

After looking at the table, Harry said and looked at Louis.

Harry laughed and picked up the glass in front of him.

Harry was not stupid, and if he paid attention, he knew the boy next to him was going to get him drunk by ordering more couriers.

But now the alcohol was done, and Harry accepted only what was in front of him.

However, he had a difficult and stressful day and talked to the mother of a boy who had found his son Harry's body in his room that morning, so he needed alcohol and would not give up.

Louis's intention to get Harry to take him to his house so that he could visit Harry's house.

Of course, it was not difficult for Louis to enter Harry's house without him realizing it

But he preferred to enter his house with Harry's permission. This way he was less dangerous.

He had lost the number of peaks he had eaten, but Louis counted them all and knew that Harry was not far from anesthetized.

He placed his hand around Harry's wrist, which was wrapped around the glass, and prevented the glass from approaching Harry's lips.

Harry looked at Louis with drooping eyes that he was holding open. "Hey, man enough ... I think you drank enough tonight. You should go home," Louis said.

Harry nodded in confusion and looked for his ear. Louis did not understand what Harry was doing, but when he saw Harry take his cell phone out of his pocket and want to call someone else, he came to himself and wanted to take the phone from Harry, but it seemed that he was not very fast. . Everyone Harry contacted answered with the first beep

Louis frowned and stared at Harry, who told Liam in a loud, drunken voice to follow him, and Gushio shook his head.

Louis frowned at Harry and shook his fist in anger. Harry put his hand on the edge of the table, lifted himself from the chair, and muttered under his breath.

Louis got up from Josh and stood next to Wastado and saw that Harry stood like that for a few minutes until Liam came and pulled Harry out with difficulty. Louis was nervous and upset.

He looked at Haley, who was sitting on one of the club's sofas, at the dancing crowd. He sat down next to her and rested his head on Haley's shoulder. "How was it?" Haley asked.

"Awful ... I want to kill Liamo, you idiot," Lewis grumbled.

Haley laughed and said, "Hey, don't worry, focus on the main goal right now ... really, tomorrow is Elena's birthday ... don't say you forgot !!"

Louis closed his eyes. Had forgotten. Haley said in surprise, "Louis, you really did not remember!" If Elena has nothing to do with you, her heart will kill you!

Louis rubbed his face on Haley's arm and wondered what gift to give Elena and how to separate Harry from Liam