The Woman in the Letter

Part 65

IAN

As he placed the papers in his hand on the old small table, he felt the smell of socks and sweat.

"Alexei Turov" Ian looked at the blank paper as if there was something serious.

Ian noticed Dust and small pieces of ash on his yellow beard. His eyes were sunken. The bones of his cheeks were clearly distinguished by their thinness. Sweat and food residue stains on the semi-dark blue shirt indicated were the source of the odor came from.

"What do you need?" he asked.

"Where were you on the 12th of the month, two days ago, between 10 and 12 o'clock?" Ian replied with a question.

"At home"

Ian turned his face slightly to the left to avoid the smell of alcohol and breathed. He closed his eyes and smiled with satisfaction. "I ask again, where were you on the 12th of September, between 10 and 12 o'clock?" he asked again.

"At home," he replied in a subtle and irritating voice. "What ... What am I doing here?" What do you want from me?"

It was impossible to get rid of the pungent odor, Ian realized that he had to get used to it.

"Your fingerprint has been found on the man who was killed that night," he said. "To be more accurate, there is only one fingerprint and it belongs to you" He put his elbows on the table and looked at the red face of the man sitting in front of him. "You know what this means" He raised his eyebrows and said kindly, "You killed the man."

"What are you talking about?"

"This is not the first time we have encountered such cases," Ian interrupted. "We have seen many people like you who have killed people for money for drugs or for other kinds of stuff." The only reason we talked to you here was to follow the procedures. The evidence shows you." He shrugged. "If you don't anything to say, we can end here. I have got a lot of things to do, " he said.

"I haven't done anything to anyone," he said nervously. He couldn't hide the fact that his body trembled with fear as he took a deep breath. "I..."

Ian looked at the paper in front of him without looking at his face and stood up as if he was not going to wait for Alexei to finish talking and leave. But he already knew that he would start talking.

The Russian alcoholic put his hand on the table. The surface of the bandage on his index finger was black with dirt. Without looking at Ian, he said, "I fell asleep at the bottom of a bush in the garden."

Ian shook his head and finally looked at his face. He turned his full attention to him without interrupting or asking any questions so that he could continue. From the very first sentence, he understood that sentences full of lies would follow one another.

"I went to sleep tired from the leak in the bushes." Then Alexei continued, looking at his fingers." I heard a voice. Someone was suffocating. When I looked up, I saw him lying on the ground. I also went and checked to see if there was money in his pocket. I do not know anything else "

Ian understood how the handprint in the pocket of his trousers was obtained. "The sound you heard of suffocation was the sound of a man whose coronary artery was being cut. You say you didn't hear anything after that and didn't see anything? "

Alexei shook his head.

"After that sound, he was stabbed three times. First, You can't help him. But you can hear him." He pointed to Alexei and raised his second finger. "In addition, the blood should have been seen on someone who was wearing a white doctor's gown .. "

Alexey scratched his forehead. His face shone with sweat, and when he pulled his hand away from the table, the sweat of his palm left a stain on the table. "I couldn't help him," he said. "I was scared, I was so scared."

"Relax. Help us, tell the truth, I promise you I will help you to get out of here. "

"I slept in the bushes" Alexei relied on Ian. There was no choice but to believe him. "Suddenly I heard the alarm of the car. Then I heard a doorbell. I looked up and saw the doctor. I pulled myself back a little so he wouldn't see me. Because I'm there to steal something from his car. I pushed myself to the bottom, behind the big pots. He would stop for a moment and then go back. Suddenly I heard something. When I look at my head ... "he paused and thought. Then he regained his composure and said, "I saw the doctor grab his throat and fall to his knees. Blood was gushing from the fingers that held his throat. I wanted to go out and help. Then, when I saw the black shadow standing next to him, I could not move my knees. Slowly he passed in front of him. He raised his head on his knees and looked at her. Then, when he attacked, I hid. I heard voices but I didn't know he was stabbed "

"Can you imagine the person you see?"

"I could not see in the dark. I saw him from behind. But he was dressed in black "

Ian put his hands together and put his thumbs under his chin. "Did the doctor ask for help?"

"No," he thought for a moment and shook his head

"What did you hear? Any word. Didn't the man in black say anything? "

"No, he didn't say anything, but the doctor ..."

Ian narrowed his eyes and narrowed his eyes. "And?"

"I did not hear exactly. My head hurt a lot. But ... I heard something like you were gone "

"You were gone?"

"I repeat. I do not know exactly. But I heard him say that. "

"Look," Ian straightened his back and moved closer to him. He could no longer smell the unbearable odor on his nose. He didn't know if it was because of the excitement or because his nose was already used to the smell. "It's very important. Be patient. Think carefully. Did the doctor say exactly that? "

"I don't know for sure," Alexei said, as if in a nightmare. "But that's what I heard." "You were gone, we talked about it"