I love you, I won't kill you

"Uh, Julie, can you listen to me?" Alice whispered in a tone of frustration, sadness, and self-blame.

"Let's talk." From Alice's expression, Julie seemed to have guessed that the golden retriever "Amanda" might have been in an accident.

It took Alice a full 10 minutes to explain the whole process of the golden retriever's death.Julie closed her eyes tightly and leaned on the sofa without saying a word.Although the car accident happened three months ago, she could imagine what a terrible scene it was.

"Julie, I'm very sorry! Regarding this matter..." Alice looked at Julie nervously.

"Shut up! Do you hate Amanda? Why do you do this to her?" Julie questioned Alice with fierce eyes and a very stern tone.

"No! Julie, I love Amanda so much. Just..."

"Okay, stop talking. Get out of my house, right now!"

Alice stood up silently, and said softly again with tears in her eyes, "I'm really sorry!"

Until hearing the sound of the door being slammed shut, Julie fell into painful memories again.The real reason she took Champagne when she left Jasmine was because the St. Bernard was suffering from kidney failure.In order to leave the best memory to Amanda, she was "selfish" and took away "champagne".

Now, although the second St. Bernard is safe and happy living in his parents' home, the golden retriever "Amanda" has encountered a very sad traffic accident.

Looking at the "whiskey" lying on the ground and looking back at her from time to time, Julie felt like crying.Get up off the couch, crouch down next to the St. Bernard, "Hi, how are you? Want a beer?"

An hour later, Julie came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.The sadness, depression and longing for the accidental death of the golden retriever "Amanda" have not been effectively relieved at this time.He picked up the phone on the bed and dialed it, "Detective, where are you?"

Claire, together with other detectives, had just captured a perverted murderer who had been at large for two weeks, and was driving back to the police station in a good mood.When she received the call from Julie, she was a little dazed.She didn't know where Julie was calling, and said with a smile, "Hi, Julie, how are you?"

"Uh, I'm back in Chicago. Now, do you have time?"

"Well, now I have to go back to the police station to do some paperwork. What, want to go out for a drink?"

"No, I want you to take me somewhere."

Claire felt some dark emotions from her tone, "Where are you going? What time?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Julie continued, "What time do you get off work? I'll come to the police station to find you."

"I don't know. But I try to get off work at five in the afternoon as much as possible."

"Okay. I'll call you when I get to the police station."

After the two finished talking, Claire was thinking while driving, "This little girl won't encounter anything again, right? Do I need to tell the sheriff?"

"However, listening to her tone, it seems that there is no danger, but there is a sense of loss and loneliness."

"Could it be that this college student just experienced a breakup?"

Claire guessed all kinds of possibilities, but she still couldn't guess what Julie was thinking.Immediately, the car speeded up from the southern area to the Chicago Police Department headquarters on South Michigan Avenue.

When Detective Claire Morgan, who was holding a case file, came out of the interrogation room of the major homicide unit, the expression on his face was a little relaxed.After half an hour of interrogation, she can now reorganize all the criminal evidence and send it to the district attorney.

At this time, her immediate supervisor, Sergeant Ralph Mitchell, came over face to face, "Detective, how is it? Is that guy inside willing to sign a plea agreement?"

"No problem, Sheriff. I'll have the case file on the D.A.'s desk as soon as I get to work tomorrow morning."

"Detective Morgan, you did a good job. Uh, in the murder case in Lake Michigan, have all the victims' bodies been salvaged from Lake Michigan?"

After thinking for a while, Claire replied seriously, "All have been salvaged, and I'm waiting for the autopsy report from the forensics department."

Ralph nodded slightly, and then looked around to see if any other police officers were passing by.Whispered to Claire, "Uh, Morgan, I have a personal matter I would like to ask you for?! However, I think this seems to violate the police system."

"Sheriff, of course the system stipulates that police officers cannot perform any personal work for their superiors during non-working hours. However, I don't think your question is a violation of the system."

"Oh, that's all right. Why, do you know what I want from you?"

"I guess it's about Julie? She already called me this afternoon."

Ralph coughed twice in shame, smoothed the police uniform tie on his chest, and said, "Uh, the family pet dog got into a car accident. I think she can't accept this fact psychologically for a while, so......"

Claire smiled and nodded, "Give her some comfort, and use legal means to vent?"

"Uh, yes. Well, I'll leave you with Julie tonight."

"No problem, Sheriff."

There were 2 minutes until [-] pm, and Julie came to the gate of the police headquarters in a taxi.Standing on the sidewalk, looking at the five-story police headquarters building, "If you come to the police station at this time, you may meet Daddy. Forget it, let's go to the Starbucks behind the police station and wait for her."

Thinking of this, Julie walked straight to the Starbucks coffee shop at the corner of the street behind the police station.While walking, he sent Claire a message on his mobile phone, "I'll wait for you at the Starbucks behind, Julie."

Sit in a window seat with an iced, 16-ounce, unsweetened iced coffee in front of you.Julie silently looked out the window at the pedestrians and passing vehicles with a heavy expression.

"Hi, I'm sorry I'm late." Claire said with a smile when she walked up to him in a short-sleeved shirt and jeans.

"Not too long, only 31 minutes and 43 seconds late." Julie looked at her and said softly.

"Why, blame me for being late? Little girl!" Claire sat down opposite her.

"No. If you want to drink, I invite you."

"Really? Forget it, let's go to dinner, shall we?"

As the two walked out of the Starbucks, Claire smiled and said, "Well, let's go have the best French toast in Chicago. What do you think?"

As Julie opened the front door of the Ford Crown Victoria, she turned around and said, "The best!? Uh, which one do you think tastes the best compared to the best French toast place in Los Angeles?"

Claire opened the cab door and got in, "I don't know, I grew up in Chicago anyway."

"Okay, let's go eat French toast."

"Of course. Now, tell me, where do you want me to take you?"

Julie looked at her, buckled her seat belt and said, "Well, let's go and eat first. Detective, let's go."

The Ford drove down West 35th Street in front of the coffee shop, heading west toward the Dan Ryan City Expressway.Claire looked sideways at Julie's expression, planning to find some lighter topics to talk about, "Come back this time, when are you going to leave?"

"Well, until the end of summer vacation."

"Really? Great, at least I can find someone to go shopping with me."

"Shopping? Do you mean real shopping, or a date?"

Claire shrugged, "It's indeed shopping. Dating? I haven't dated for half a year."

Julie looked at her in disbelief, "Impossible? Those guys in the police station, no one is asking you out on a date?"

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