Blood Wolf’s Path - стр. 23

“Well, I don’t think it’s Crooked-Dick. This is too subtle a game for him. As for the maniac – there were initials written on that couch: mine and those of my murdered partner – D.H. and H.S.”

“Does the chief know about this? Technically, you should be pulled off the case,” Herner said in a perfunctory tone.

“He doesn’t know. And he’s not going to. We’ll solve this before he finds out. Or do you want the case handed back to Fox? He’ll screw it up for sure!” I put an end to our sluggish argument.

“All right. We’ll do it,” Herner sighed.

I got home right at sunset. The operator kept urging me to hurry and suggested detours around the evening traffic. At one point, I noticed a silver van with Washington plates following me. Probably that same armored vehicle in case I didn’t make it home before sunset.

From the chamber I’d gotten used to calling “the cage” – though it wasn’t a cage – I asked the operator to connect me to Cocksucker.

“Hey, Cocksucker! Got anything extra on the Boston Strangler case?” I said cheerfully.

“I do, Jerry. But this is classified. All right, I’ll tell you as a friend – but you’ll owe me,” Cocksucker said, and I already owed him for not sending me off for experiments.

“Anything you want… You know I’m busting my ass – literally – to solve the Crooked-Dick mess,” I said, trying to sound convincing.

“As you already read in the archive, the killer turned out to be a certain DeSalvo. In 2013, DNA testing supposedly proved it was him… But, Jerry, through my own channels I found out that test was fake. In reality, the killer was not DeSalvo,” Cocksucker paused.

“Then who?” I asked.

“Well, according to the latest data, the killer was never found. They locked up an innocent man. Looks like DeSalvo talked himself into it back then. Maybe they tortured him…”