After Maltz left with the gold and silver jewelry belonging to 44 Whitebird Street, two patrol officers from the Harbor District took over guard duty at 10 Clara Street-until the Shire District Police Department closed the case, two patrol officers had to be stationed here every day. Naturally, nobody wanted a job that left them exposed to wind and rain. Previously, the Harbor District would certainly have refused, but everything had changed after Maltz became chief of the Shire District.
Because Maltz's appointment as chief had been signed by the Countess of South Los.
Faced with the ruler of South Los, the Chief Justice, the two old slippery characters remaining in the Harbor District dared not cut corners. Each assigned one patrol officer, making themselves appear to be carrying out their guard duties conscientiously.
Naturally, the two unlucky patrol officers who had no say in the matter complained incessantly.
Before long, however, their conversation turned to 10 Clara Street-
"What kind of wound could fill an entire room with blood?"
"I heard it was a beheading. Once the whole head was cut off, blood gushed out of the chest!"
"What?"
"Then that poor bastard really had it rough!"
"Had it rough?"
"That guy was the real winner!"
One patrol officer leaned against the wall beside the door with his arms folded, muttering.
The patrol officer standing nearby was immediately intrigued.
"Do you know something?"
"Heh heh."
The officer with his arms folded merely chuckled, and his companion immediately understood what he meant.
"One beer!"
"Two, and a plate of snacks!"
"No way. One beer and a plate of snacks, tops-I only got here a little late. Otherwise, I could've picked up plenty of information myself!"
This patrol officer had not been neglecting his duties. He had arrived late only because