Chapter 37: Clues to an old friend

John sat on the chair in the hotel living room and slowly opened the paper bag Malloy gave him. Miller stood next to him leaning against the wall.

"The Sheriff gave me these. With this good thing, it will be much easier for us to find Mr. Fowler." John said with a cigar in his mouth.

"Let me take a look." Miller counted the papers on the table. "There are photos... there are itineraries... these will provide good enlightenment. If Mr. Fowler reaches an impasse, he will definitely pave the way. Fowler might have left any clues that Sheriff Malloy would have dismissed."

"Not necessarily. I think Chief Malloy must have some taboos in not wanting to get involved in this matter." John thought for a while, and in his understanding, Malloy would not abandon Mr. Fowler easily.

"Gentlemen, who are you looking for? It seems I don't know this person." Stritch walked down from the second floor.

"An old friend, I heard from the police that he is in trouble now." John said, "In short, you don't need to pay attention to this matter. You should seize the hard-won rest opportunity at this moment. Maybe at what time we should leave again. "

"That's right." Stritch yawned and left.

"John, you have to take a look at this." Miller held up a wanted poster full of photos. "We have to find out who the enemies Mr. Fowler is facing. It can be seen that the police chief has also suspected these people."

John looked at the dated wanted poster. Chief Malloy marked the word "possible" next to each wanted criminal's name, representing his possible guess.

John nodded: "I think we should investigate along this line of thinking."

"These people are members of the Van Horn Gang. Although this wanted order was issued decades ago, the prestige of the Van Horn Gang has not diminished over the past few decades."

"The Van Horn Gang? Do you still remember? They made a lot of money through evil ways that they claimed to be legal. They were a thorn in the side of Detective Pinkerton at that time. It can be said that they were notorious." John remembered his past as Pinkerton. One of the detective's enemies is the Van Horn Gang.

"They are just some hypocrites who follow the trend of others. I feel disgusted to be enemies of these people. I don't know how Mr. Fowler got related to them."

"Miller, look at these torn pages. This is Mr. Fowler's letter to the Sheriff. Their relationship is quite good, but I still didn't expect them to communicate in this way." John found a small stack of palm-sized pieces of paper, "July 25th...Old friend...I found that you have been following them recently...I saw the information about them on the cabinet...To be honest, these people have been gone for a long time. "...You must have your reasons for doing the investigation...I hope it won't bother you for a long time." "August 4th...You couldn't let go of this matter, Brother Malloy...In the end, you didn't take action...You have you The reason... has always been... you have your own ideas about everything... the day Winston was captured... you called Solm to you... you were hinting at him to take up the matter... ...But you know I am the best candidate...I am the focus of the conflict...As the police chief, it is not convenient for you to explain this...but this time I decided to sacrifice myself."

"Mr. Fowler probably guessed what Malloy was struggling with, otherwise he would not have taken action blindly." Miller said, he read the two pages of the letter carefully.

"I think so, and whether there are latecomers or not, he is used to leaving some clues." John said.

Miller suddenly remembered something: "Check the envelope quickly. The postmark will reveal the location where Mr. Fowler last sent the letter."

"Oh - Cartel Warehouse." John pinched the delicate red paint seal on the letter, "This may be Mr. Fowler's way of writing a letter instead of leaving a message, so that it can reflect his location."

"We have to hurry, that cartel warehouse might be the home of the Van Horn Gang."