Chapter 8 Being targeted

Bruno woke up. He sat on the sofa and wiped his face, looking at Marietta and Clayton in confusion.

"I thought there was a better way than to burst my dream."

"Businessmen must pursue efficiency."

Clayton handed him the little water in the cup that had not been spilled. He raised his neck and drank it all to wash away the sticky feeling in his mouth.

After regaining some energy, Bruno looked at them in surprise.

"When did you meet?"

"We don't know each other." The two of them answered together. Then they said in unison: "I'm looking for you this time for business."

Clayton turned his head and looked at Marietta. From Bruno's words, she should be someone Bruno knew. And as if she felt his gaze, Marie also looked straight at her without hesitation and spoke tit-for-tat.

This strange tacit understanding made Bruno suspect that he was still hungover.

He shook his head and clicked his ears again before confirming that everything was true:

"Okay, then who comes first."

Clayton thought he had nothing to do with it and waited with his back to them and the door.

Mary took the opportunity to sit down across the table: "I want to follow and investigate a person who has serious criminal suspicion."

Bruno turned the hand-painted coupon to the other side and observed: "Then what happens after you find the ticket seller? Do you want us to send a message to you?"

"Sounds like a very high risk. The fee is fifteen pounds and the deposit is three pounds. No problem, right?"

Beside the door, Clayton's breathing became heavy. He never expected that the female sheriff was here to hire Bruno to investigate him.

Clayton's lips moved unconsciously by the door, and she noticed it. She looked at Clayton with pure curiosity. Facing the described appearance, her eyes did not waver:

"Why, does this gentleman have anything to say to me?"

"Then how are you going to investigate me?"

Marietta paid the bill cheerfully, then stood up and went to the door.

He wrapped his nearly 15 kilogram Conqueror rifle in black cloth and carried it into the carriage, followed by spare clothes, and finally climbed aboard himself from the rear.

Just when he tried to stand up, an ocher feather stained with mucus slowly fell in front of him.

He usually drinks and rests in the living room, but the bedroom is cleaner. One-on-one communication can also prevent the employer from leaking privacy.

"It's another tracking task, so I can only let my assistant handle it."

He was now convinced that Clayton and Mary were completely unknown to each other.

"no problem."

Bruno took out a pen and paper and spread it on the table, and began to write the incident record, ignoring Clayton. Since the employer had no objection, he would not let Clayton go out.

The carriage sank slightly, and then the carriage began to move forward.

"Don't worry, she has always been like this, otherwise she wouldn't always be assigned to go out on patrol. Because only the task of arresting her on the spot can make her clearly identify who the criminal is."

"Then I really appreciate her contribution to this city." Clayton slapped a "Broken Wing Angel" club ticket hand-drawn from memory on the table.

After she left, Bruno lit a cigarette and suddenly laughed and choked while smoking.

It's an old mechanical clock tower.

"His name is Clayton Bello, and he runs an antique shop in St. Mored Parish. He has black hair, green eyes, and a king's beard on his chin. He is about thirty years old."

"I took the money."

Bruno grinned: "If you don't care that the detective is disabled, so many complicated tasks are enough."

Clayton walked over and sat in the seat in front of Marietta, and was very dissatisfied with his reaction: "What's so funny, she can give out my personal information but not recognize me in person, it's weird.

"

Bruno pointed to the bedroom and motioned for the next person to talk business to go in with him.

During the day, he had found an excellent observation point, right next to the St. Mellon Parish Security Bureau.

Creighton emphasized: "Do not have any communication or physical contact with the ticket seller. Pay attention to the people who buy tickets from him every day. Focus on people who buy tickets several times in a short period of time. This may require many people to investigate at the same time.

.By the way, are your assistants enough?"

Clayton raised his hand to blow the smoke away from his nose: "What, are you really going to follow and investigate me as Marietta said?"

This is Joe Mani's current address.

Without any controversy, Marietta took a step forward without even looking in the direction of the bedroom:

"Let's talk here."

But Clayton was prepared for everything.

While crossing a boulevard, Clayton saw the right moment and jumped out from the back of the car with his rifle in hand, rolling several times in the autumn leaves.

Clayton sat in the pile of leaves and watched the carriage go away. He believed that this was enough to keep his current watcher away.

He remembered that Bruno's assistants were basically temporary workers with relevant skills.

"I really don't understand whether you want to work or not."

Bruno's pen stopped.

"No, it's better to stay away from the ticket seller, at least keep a distance of more than ten meters, and don't be discovered, otherwise your life may be in danger."

Bruno looked at him with a look of disgust and put out the cigarette butt on the yellow wooden table coated with fire-retardant paint.

However, Bruno had already agreed first.

The corpse of the watcher he sent to the Sheriff's Department still aroused suspicion.

Everything is ready.

Sure enough, it was the fault of being too quick when killing the monitor!

This misunderstanding is too serious.

Clayton opened his mouth and finally said, "No, miss."

Therefore, Joe Mani is needed as a bait to make the stalker reveal his location.

No. 214 Mercy Street.

Marie Etala opened the door and left, swinging it hard as she left. The door closed with a snap.

"I believe in your abilities. This task will continue until I ask to stop."

"Then we'll pay twenty pounds as a deposit first, and we'll make formal installment payments after we find the ticket seller."

The coachman had no idea what was happening in the carriage behind him, except that the speed of the carriage increased slightly.

"Okay, just tell me your request."

There was a certain risk, which was why he gave Joe his revolver.

But Clayton didn't bother to worry about Marietta's affairs, as long as Bruno's investigation didn't affect him.

Bruno scratched his straw-like hair. He was already used to the female sheriff's sense of justice: "So, is there any personal information about him that you want to tell me?"

Bruno wanted to touch the bottle, but the green glass flask was already empty, so he had to give up.

He will go to 214 Mercy Street tonight with great fanfare and bring his monitor to Joe Mani.

Bruno leaned on the sofa and said lazily: "Just like other tasks, the time starts tomorrow. But I can only come during the day because I want to come back to drink at night."

One pound is equivalent to twenty shillings, which is equivalent to the weekly salary of a high-level skilled worker. Considering the danger of letting Bruno's people monitor the Holy Grail, this price is not bad.

Clayton handed over two bills without hesitation.

When the bell rings, even the sound of a gunshot is masked.

And because it is a mechanical clock, there will be no bell ringer nearby.

Marietta's voice continued: "It's just a suspicion, and I was out on patrol that day, so I lost the opportunity to inquire. When I returned to the Sheriff's Department, the case about him had been closed. That person was also a well-known local man.

Gentleman, no one else is willing to offend him. Now if we want to find out the truth of the case, we can only rely on private actions."

The rustling sound of writing came from Bruno's pen. There was a pause, and then he raised his head: "You are the sheriff. Wouldn't it be great if you arrested him on the spot when he saw the crime."

He killed the people sent by the Holy Grail to monitor him, and the new stalker will definitely be more cautious and secretive.

"You really do your duty."

"I need you to find the person selling tickets like this."

If you are unlucky, the seemingly invisible watcher may have followed Clayton's carriage yesterday to find Joe who had sneaked into the church to volunteer. That way the watcher would not have to get close to confirm Joe's identity and could hide far away.

Observing Joe's house on Mercy Street through binoculars, it was difficult to pick him out at once.

".I need you to follow him for two weeks. If there is anything unusual, record it and report it to me. Keep your distance and don't sneak into the mansion to investigate. This man is very cruel and has good fighting skills. If you are discovered by him,

It is very likely that they will find an excuse to kill a private detective like you in self-defense, and then cover you up with a crime that does not exist."

Clayton went downstairs and saw a black rental carriage parked in the shadow of the night.
To be continued...