I love you, I won't kill you

After the Ford drove 5.9 miles north, the two came to West Hubbard Street on the north side of the Chicago River.Julie looked at the building in front of her, "The French restaurant you mentioned is in this building?"

Claire drove the car into the parking lot inside the building, "Yeah. What?"

After thinking about it, Julie said, "I won't eat French food today."

"Okay. So, what shall we eat? Sheriff's daughter!"

Julie squinted and glared at Claire, "There is a barbecue restaurant on North Clark Street next to this street, do you know?"

"I know. Some guys in the police station like their taste very much. The name of the restaurant seems to be... what Terra?"

"Frontera's Grill. I really doubt you're from Chicago."

Claire giggled, "Please, the owner of that restaurant is Spanish. Now, I'm busy all day trying to catch the bad guys, how can I have time to remember these restaurants?"

Julie smiled softly, "Forget it, your excuse is valid. Let's go, let's go to have a barbecue."

At 7:25 in the evening, the two walked out of the restaurant after eating and drinking enough.Claire put her arm around Julie's shoulders and said as she walked towards the parking lot, "How is it, little girl? Now, still grieving over your 'Amanda'?"

Julie smiled and took Claire's arm off her shoulders, "Sadness is for sure, and it takes time to heal. If my father hadn't told you about it, I don't think you would be so enthusiastic about it. My psychiatrist."

"Of course. I'm using my private time to be your 'psychiatrist'."

"Oh, all right. So, Detective, do I still have to pay you for your treatment?"

Claire curled her lips, "You have already paid for it just now. How is it, my part-time psychiatrist is not bad!?"

Julie smiled knowingly, "Well, it's very good. Well, now I need you to accompany me to another place."

The two got into the car, and Claire asked curiously, "Why, do you still want to go to the bar for a drink?"

Julie glanced at her, and just said, "Didn't you say during the meal just now that you can achieve the purpose of treatment to the greatest extent as long as you use a certain way of venting?"

"Yes."

"Now, I think of a suitable outlet."

"Oh, let's hear it."

Julie smiled slightly, "Detective, let's go. Destination, Owen Parkway."

Like the dozens of other private training ranges in the city, the "Chicago Firearms Training Institute" on Irving Parkway mostly chooses to conduct citizen firearms training in the basement of the building.The purpose of doing so is obviously considered from the perspective of public safety.

Claire looked at Julie in surprise, "This address, I remember, seems to be a firearms training institute?"

Julie looked out of the car window calmly, "Yeah, you should know this better than me."

"Hmm, when did you learn how to shoot? Did your father teach you?"

"Well, what if I say he didn't teach it?"

"Oh, is it a boyfriend?"

Julie seemed to mind the word, and looked back at Claire, "No, it's a girlfriend."

Claire blinked and burst out laughing, "Hahaha, cool."

"What, is there a problem?" Julie asked back.

"No, no, this is your privacy. You can tell me, or you can say nothing." Claire said quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, Claire parked the car in the parking lot on the side of 15 Irvine Parkway.As the two got out of the car and walked towards the building, Claire said, "Well, what kind of firearm are you comfortable with? A pistol, a shotgun or a semi-automatic rifle?"

Julie quickened her pace and walked forward, "Well, I know how to use these firearms."

Claire nodded and said happily, "Wow, it seems that your girlfriend has taught you a lot."

Julie said naturally, "Of course. I can tell you one more thing, she is a Marine Corps officer."

Julie met Claire when she was in 12th grade in Chicago.Because of a serial murder case at that time, Claire and several other detectives often went to her home to discuss the case with her father.

When Claire met Julie for the first time, she felt that this little high school girl seemed to have something buried in her heart and refused to speak out.As for what it was, as a stranger, of course she couldn't ask casually.However, as time passed, the relationship between the two gradually began to become harmonious.

Standing between two adjacent shooting bays, Claire was a little curious about Julie's actions.Then he asked, "Julie, have you even learned how to disassemble and assemble firearms?"

Julie is checking a Glock 17 automatic pistol, "Yes, to learn how to shoot, of course you must know the structure of the gun, so that you can use the gun better."

Claire nodded, checking her Glock 17.Before putting on the sound-isolating earmuffs, he said, "Okay, now let me see your shooting ability."

Julie put on an eye patch and sound-isolating earmuffs while placing her pistol on the firing table.Holding the gun in his right hand and the butt of the gun in his left hand, he aimed at a human-shaped chest ring target 10 meters away in the posture of holding guns with both hands.

For the first three shots, Julie was looking for the feeling of shooting.When she found the feeling, she fired all the remaining 17 bullets in the magazine without hesitation.After a few minutes, he put down his pistol and looked at Claire in satisfaction.

"How is it? If your grades are not good, just tell me." Julie said as she took off the earmuffs.

"Well, not bad. Except for the first three rounds, the rest are above the 3th level. Now, you are fully capable of protecting yourself." Claire said.

"Thank you. Now, I feel much better than when I first got home."

"It's good if you think so. But, are you still angry with that girl?"

Picking up the pistol and ejecting the empty magazine, Julie said, "You mean Alice? The death of 'Amanda' was entirely caused by a mistake in her work."

I saw Claire quickly aimed at the target with both hands of the gun, and opened fire.Pulling the trigger continuously, it took only 3.53 seconds to hit all 8 bullets on the 10-ring bullseye.When he put down the pistol, he said, "Everyone makes mistakes, and so does Alice."

"Of course, I know this. Maybe she just treats this job as a part-time job." After Julie finished speaking, she reloaded another magazine filled with 20 rounds of ammunition.

Claire didn't answer, and also raised her gun to aim at the breast ring target in front of her.When the two finished shooting again, Claire walked outside Julie's room and said, "What if another person takes this part-time job?"

"Well, I would think so too. Look, I don't have a problem with Alice, just her work attitude."

"Oh, is it because of the dog? Amanda, I remember you told me that name."

Julie shook her head, "I did tell you that name, you can't guess what it is?"

Claire asked in a low voice, "The Marine Corps officer you mentioned just now is this Amanda, right?"

"God! I wonder if I shouldn't tell you these things."

"Wow, little girl, you already told me."

Since hooking up with Amanda last year, Julie has had a lot to tell Claire.It's just that she doesn't want to do it.Immediately, he changed the subject, "It's enough for you to know these things. Well, I have a question I want to ask you."

"Okay, what's it about?" Clare said lightly, already guessing what Julie's feelings were.

"Well, I want to get a gun license."

"What? Are you serious?"

Julie looked at Claire and said seriously, "Of course. Having perfect external conditions is conducive to future career development."

Claire asked, "You mean working as a lawyer? Well, do you have any plans for your future career?"

After a few seconds of silence, Julie said, "The plan? Is to find a job as a lawyer in California that can sustain me until I successfully run for the District Attorney of California."

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