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The only day off this week was yesterday, and today awaits you with a new day of intensified work. You expect to spend another whole day waiting, occasionally distracted by calls from jealous wives and distrustful husbands. But fate decides otherwise.

-Good morning, - a well-dressed man with a beer belly says, not yet fully opening the door.

-Bruce MacBrannon, lawyer. I represent Peter Ross. A personal sports doctor accused of murdering Roberrto Marini - Diego Maini's adopted son. Marini is an Italian businessman and owner of the shoe store 'Diego's Shoe Stor'.
The young man was into boxing. 17 years old. Found floating in the pool with three gunshot wounds... Oh, yes, of course, you need to write it down. He's Italian. Like his father. But from another city. Not local.

His father was killed three years ago, after which Diego took the boy in. Three gunshot wounds.

When? On Saturday, - the man looks at the calendar on your wall.
-The 16th. Today, my client was taken into custody; he's in prison.
The case is sewn with white threads; they have nothing against him, but he's arrested. You know how the police work. They'll release him, of course. Well, I hope so. But for that, I need help. I sense some obstacles to the lawful resolution of this cardboard investigation. Diego Marini in 'Little Italy.'

Roberto has already been autopsied and returned to his family. Well, how much for me?

You quickly settle the business matters with Mr. MacBrannon. Jealous spouses can wait; you have another chance to unsettle the Police. It sounds like he's right, and the case is sewn with white threads, but if the client is willing to pay and not wait for the bureaucratic apparatus to inevitably find Dr. Ross innocent (if he's innocent), then who are you to refuse the money?

You step out onto the warm June street.

Monday, June 18, 1951

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When you ask the coroner about the young man, he nods and finds an autopsy form in the desk drawer.
— The body? It's already taken care of. They took it away pretty quickly for burial — the police didn't even manage to come and take a look. I sent them the form, of course.
What else can I say additionally? Some bruises on the torso. Judging by the color, they're about a week or two old. A close-range shot to the head. Shots to the chest were fired from a fairly long distance or with the use of a silencer. There's a slight sprain in the right wrist. Time of death — between 11 in the morning and 2 in the afternoon: due to the body being in the water, it's not possible to determine the temperature more precisely. Maceration — wrinkling of the skin — has already begun, so the body was in the water for over an hour at the time of retrieval, but I can't say exactly how much longer. Oh, and there's also a fresh bruise on the back of the head. Nothing else noteworthy.

AUTOPSY REPORT

S-38: Forensic Center

The lawyer mentions several times that organizing the meeting was difficult and that he is gathering the best possible character references for Mr. Ross. You enter a small meeting room where a middle-aged man with short black hair, streaked with gray, sits. He adjusts his glasses and looks at you intently. You ask him to tell you what happened on that fateful day.

— It was a routine checkup, nothing special. I arrived at 11-00am, and about an hour and a half later, I packed up and left. That's it, — he rubs his nose.
— I had an appointment at 12:50 at the clinic. I work at the Family Medical Center.
You inquire why Mr. Ross came to the young man's home.
— Mr. Marini asked. He said he didn't want Roberto to be distracted before the fight, which was supposed to be in a couple of days. The boxing academy will tell you more about it. But honestly, I think Marini just wanted the guy to be under constant supervision. Several times over the past few months, I saw bruises on Rob that were clearly not from a boxing match, but he didn't say where they were from, — the man shrugs.
— But it looked like he was getting beaten, to be honest. I offered him help, but he said everything was fine. Any injuries on the day of the examination? No, besides those bruises, he was a completely healthy young man: no fractures, no dislocations. Who could have killed him? How should I know? I'm a doctor, not an investigator or his confessor!
I haven't heard of any problems he might have had that could lead to this. Maybe it's an echo of his family's past? I heard his father was also shot, but I don't know the details.

S-98: Prison

You found Roberto's coach.

— Oh, the poor guy! I can't believe this happened! He was such a talented young man! Do I believe Ross did it? No, of course not! Why would he? Besides, I've known Peter for about ten years, and he always focused on treating people, not harming them. Did someone pay him to do it? No, no, he's been slandered, and I'm ready to stake my life on it! Who would wish death upon Roberto? Oh, that's a difficult question, honestly. He was a rather introverted guy, and he didn't have many friends here... he's not a local, you know? Moved here a couple of years ago under his uncle's care. Seems like his father was killed. Awful. Friends. Hmm, he interacted with Nick Moor. He's also into boxing here. Nice guy, maybe he can tell you something? Usually, Roberto was brought here by a driver and then picked up, so he didn't have time for friends. What else to tell? Something unusual... he seemed to have been in a fight. No, not during training. Not exactly a fight, more like... defending himself? Murder because of boxing? Unlikely. There's not much money in it here yet, but there were prospects. Although, to be honest, lately, he seemed to have lost interest in it. You see, at first, he had a real passion, maybe it was anger, I don't know, but he worked hard, and there were results! But the last couple of months, he became somewhat sluggish, completely disinterested. I asked if maybe he had someone new in his life, and he just waved it off and seemed annoyed. I needed to somehow get him back on track, as there were fights with stakes, only a couple, not too much money, but still. You'd better talk to the tournament organizers about this. They're at 'Preston's Tower.'

NE-62: Boxing Academy

You are greeted by a slightly plump woman.
— Nick? What's he done now? About Roberto? Oh... yes, of course, I'll call him now, - she says, leading you into the living room adorned with deer antlers on the wall, - Maxwell, Nick's father, a hunter.
Soon, a young man with dark circles under his eyes and furrowed brows emerges.
— Yeah, we were friends with Rob. Well... sort of. He was very introverted and initially quite rough. Besides, he was always brought to and taken from training, with no time for talks. But somehow we started chatting about 'Attic Cassowaries,' a local band, in the locker room. Mostly, we talked about music, sports, and, of course, fights, - he smiles slightly.
-Although, he talked about music in a very strange way: he heard almost every new record, but I don't remember him talking with interest or any emotions about a particular album. Unusual. What else? A couple of times, late in the evening, we went to the Pier and the Amusement park. He came on his scooter with his classmate. Where's the scooter? I don't know, I thought he kept it in his garage. No? Very strange. When did I last see him? 12th, I think. Yes, we crossed paths during training that day. I also noticed he had bruises on his sides and back — asked who did it to him, and he said 'some jerk with friends.' Boxing? I don't know. Since the beginning of June, he became tense, and he had much less time."

N-47: Nick Moor

The door of the office has a sign that reads "Sport Action." The office is small, tightly packed with desks where employees sit, filling the room with smoke.
— Yeah? Roberto? Yes, we heard about it, — nods the head of this enterprise.
— It's horrible, nothing else to say. He was confidently moving into the big league of sports. Look, we organized several fights for him and already agreed on a few in the future, — the man checks his calendar and pulls out some papers.
— Here, take it, we don't need it anymore.
You inquire about the sources of income.
— Ticket sales mainly. Betting on such fights, as you can see, is not too high — just enough to support it. Bets from bookmakers? Yes, they are made, but we don't count on them.

N-12: Tourane Tower Business Center

The police archive resembles an atmosphere of a library not accessible to ordinary mortals. However, you manage to obtain the personal file on Diego Marin

N-58: Police Archive

At the house, there is a parked black Lincoln Continental. It seems that your task today is to follow Mr. Marini wherever he goes. Mr.Marini is standing next to the car with another man and a man in a wheelchair. As he notices you, he immediately approaches.
-I don't know who hired you, and I don't care. Leave my family alone and let the professionals handle the case without stalking people on a day like this.

SW-147: Neri Marco

Judging by the house, the apartment of the person you are looking for is small. A young woman answers the door.
— Good day. Pascal? He's at work right now, at the postal warehouse... Is something wrong?
You have no answer to that question.

SW-142: Passero Pascal

At the warehouse, you inquire about the Mr. Pascal Passero. Following detailed instructions, you navigate through a series of narrow corridors and find a swarthy man jotting down notes by a shelf.
-Marini? Listen, I've left that life behind, we all have. I have a girlfriend now and an honest job. Leave us alone. I feel sorry for Roberto, convey my condolences to his family, but I don't know what he was involved in. Marini is probably at least glad it wasn't a shameful death.

SE-97: Postal Warehouse

Built in the late forties, the house stands out significantly against the backdrop of everything else you can see in Little Italy and its suburbs. Unlike the colonial style and modern brick buildings, this villa is designed in a modern style. The pool, where the murder occurred, appears to be on the other side of the house.
Upon ringing the doorbell, a brunette in a robe comes out but then returns inside, and a large man approaches you.
-You seem to have the wrong residence. Can I help you find your way?" he asks in a neutral tone.
You inform him about the investigation.
-All the information has already been conveyed to the police. I will inform the homeowner about your visit. Will you leave your contact details?
While exchanging pleasantries, the woman comes out of the house again and summons the man: "Antonio!"
A minute later, the man joins you again.
-You can tell the police that near the crime scene, at a house not far away, a stethoscope was found. Unfortunately, Mrs. Marini, in her current state of shock, picked it up with her hands, so fingerprints are likely destroyed. Nevertheless, you can pass this information to the police. They can come for the evidence at any convenient time.

SW-103: Diego Marini

An elderly man comes out of the house.
-How can I help you? Oh, yes, I heard about it. On that day? Ah, no, I was at work. Didn't hear anything. Maybe someone else did? Gunshots can be heard from far away. Poor Roberto. But he died like a true man at least. May his soul rest in peace.

SW-108: Augustino Donacio

You are informed that there is always music playing inside and none of the staff has seen or heard anything unusual.

SW-101: Sun Oil Gas Station

No one is at home.

SW-105: Leone Sofia

This mansion looks more traditional than the neighboring one. A woman, frowning, approaches you.
— Can I help you?
You tell her about your investigation.
— Well, it's a mediocre story. Diego took Roberto in after he lost his family. They argued a lot, I heard. Well, imagine, you've never been a parent, and suddenly a teenager falls on you. Roberto was fourteen at the time. I can't say how truly "difficult" he was. But he probably didn't use drugs, for example, because he was into sports. I hope he doesn't have any mortal sins, and they won't bury him beyond the fence — the woman crosses herself.
— Otherwise, there's luggage, I think, from his father. After all, the man has a dark past. The police? No, they didn't talk to us. But we talked to them. We found a gun. Took it by the barrel, as you should, called the station, people came, took it away. Yesterday morning we found it — I was working on the living hedge, saw it right on the branches. Told my husband about it, he told Diego, we called the police.
On the day Roberto died, we saw the neighbors, yes. Didn't hear any gunshots, no. Diego came with Capricia and another man, in a wheelchair. In their car. We met on the sidewalk, I helped the man in the wheelchair get out of the car, unfolded the wheelchair, and Diego ran into the house. Capricia locked the car and rolled the man into the house. They looked troubled. The housemade called and told them, as it turned out. They rushed straight from work. I don't feel safe again. In the times of the Great Depression, when I was little, many such cases happened: they called and said that someone young was found with gunshot wounds. Death was on every corner. Still better than in Europe, but it reminds me of things I'd like to forget. Oh, excuse me, detectives, you probably don't have much time. I won't detain you any longer.

SW-104: Moretti Alessio

At the police station, they inform you that the officers who inspected the crime scene are currently on a call. However, they agree to show you the gun found at the neighbors.
-The serial numbers are worn off, indicating it has been used. Smith & Wesson, 38 caliber. Judging by its condition, it hasn't been well taken care of. No bullets or casings inside. I've already treated the serial number area with acid, but it's been well worked on; nothing discernible. Usually, criminals think they've erased it all, but there are tricks. A professional worked on this one

SW-67: Police Station №4

Near the jewellery store, a police car is parked. Whatever happened here has already concluded, and the men get into the car.
-People—wealthy ones, and Italians at that. We don't have many wealthy immigrants, and those that are here, you know... It's possible that even the officers at the station are bought, I'll be honest with you. But I didn't tell you that, - the officer quickly adds.
-It's just speculation about how things used to be around here. The story is well-known... Now, regarding the case, you're in luck. We have report in the car. We won't let you take them with you, of course.
They kind of took us on a tour. Showed what they wanted, waited for all the formalities, and then escorted us out. They checked the gun in the safe "Glover", it's in the report—clean. So, no shootout on the spot. If he was killed with a household gun, the homeowner would be facing charges. Seems like a murder, of course. He didn't shoot himself three times. But we didn't find any signs of a break-in. Judging by the distance of the shots and the location, the killer knew him; they were acquainted

SW-93: Jewellery Shop "Golden Plate"

The office of the shoe store is located right above the store itself. The secretary informs you that Mr. Marini is not available today. Fortunately, a man emerges from the office upon hearing the conversation.
-Who are you? What do you need here? How did you get in? - he questions.
You answer the questions in order.
-The police are handling the matter. I'm not obligated to cooperate with you. This is an event that shook us. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go to the church to bury my son, - the man descends to the street.

-For Mr. Marini, it's truly a terrible event. Death in the family. I think you can understand him,- the secretary remarks.
-Can I help you with something?"
At least something.
-Mr. Marini received a call from home, from Mrs. Picock, the housekeeper. He was here, at work, with his wife at that moment. I redirected the call to his office. It was at 13:20. I heard Mr. Marini dial another number and immediately went home with his wife. Later, I learned what had happened.

SW-140: Diego's Shoe Store

You decide to visit Mr. Maini's housekeeper. Fortunately, it seems she is willing to talk to you.

-Oh, yes, a terrible event. I've never seen such a tragedy in my entire life. There was a lot of arguing at home after Roberto appeared. Mr. Marini often scolded him, put him under house arrest, tried to reason with him, but it seems he only understood the language of force. Roberto may have gotten involved in bad situations and paid the price. Mr. Marini tried to shield him, that I can say for sure. Showed care. And it all ended so horribly. What happened? I went for groceries: vegetables, fruits, bread, meat, eggs, flour, - the woman lists for a while, - and when I returned, I found him... floating in the pool, covered in blood. Immediately called the store, to work. I knew Mr. Marini was there during the day, as usual. I told him there was a tragedy, and he should come home urgently. When he arrived, Mr. Marini insisted I take leave. I said they would need help, but he was very firm about it.
On that day? Mr. Ross, Roberto's personal doctor, was there. He was preparing him for boxing. Antonio, the driver, used to take him there. In general, Roberto spent a lot of time at home: his classes at Maple Park School are currently on break, vacation. Did he bring anyone else? I didn't let anyone in, but he could do it on his own, sneakily. He sometimes did that: brought someone, even a girl, bypassing the rules. Troubles with him were constant, - the woman shakes her head.

SW-3: Picock Adeline

You find Roberto's teacher.

-Oh, detectives? Sure, come in. I'm a bit surprised it's you and not the police. Well, what can I say... There wasn't much, and since June 1st, we're on vacation. Anything unusual? He attended our school for a year and a half, and during that time, he was somewhat introverted but polite, and he didn't let anyone push him around. He used to hang out with Henry Tompson, son of Russel Tompson. A few months ago, Roberto started having some discipline issues; he began skipping classes after lunch. About a month ago, he completely closed off. I thought it might be related to exams, but he did quite well on those. Maybe he was tired, I don't know... Oh, you know, sometimes I noticed bruises on his arms, but he said he got them during training. I can't be responsible for what he does outside of school, so I couldn't do anything about it.

E-72: Maple Park High School

The door is opened by a young guy in casual clothes.
-Hey? Roberto? Yeah, sure... Come in, - he tilts his head, inviting you inside. -Were we friends? Well... sort of. He was a quiet guy, but we liked hanging out. What did we talk about? Well, various things. He seemed to know a bit about music, but I can't say he loved it. Why bother listening to new records if you're not that into it, right? Once, we went with his friend from the boxing school to an amusement park; he gave me a ride on his old scooter. I was surprised why he didn't use it to go to school, and he joked that it was his 'superhero car' that he kept a secret from his family, so he only rode it in the evening. There seemed to be some hint of a romance a few months ago, but I couldn't get anything out of him. At home? Well, I sneaked in once: Roberto said he couldn't have anyone over. It's nice there, but somehow... soulless, you know? Like in a museum. No wonder he was always trying to slip away somewhere.

S-94: Tompson Russell

You show the personal file of Diego Marini and ask if anyone present knows the individuals mentioned in the document. The men exchange glances. One of them grabs his cap and leaves. The other man turns to you.
-Come on, ask. What do you need? The case is closed, right?
You explain your investigation.
-Oh, I heard about the guy, but didn't know it ended so badly for him. Listen, we have honest people here overall. Migrants got a bad name when our criminals arrived with them. The mafia is still alive, I'm sure, but nobody here will tell you anything. People want to keep their heads down. But there's no fear of them here. I know all those names because I've been in this establishment since the day it opened. Marini himself was a cheeky, cold, calculating guy. Does he have sins on his soul? I'm sure. But what kind, I don't know. If you need to be afraid of someone, it's Marco Neri. He knew too many details: how to get rid of a body, how to frame someone, how to make someone disappear, you know. He bragged a couple of times, but then crossed the wrong person — and now he's not walking anymore. As for Pascal, he's a good guy who wanted a good life. But that's not what he's made for. There were others, of course, but they're not in your papers, so I won't talk about them

SW-114: Restaurant Crab

The only Catholic church in the city is popular among the migrant population. You recall how during the "dry law" era, Catholicism was associated with alcoholism — where there's a Catholic, there's whiskey. Therefore, you can't say anything bad about Catholics.
The doors of the church are open, and a quiet service is taking place inside. There aren't many people — about a dozen, mostly men. You don't have time to observe everyone, but one man in a wheelchair catches your eye.
You don't see any young people or those who could have been friends of the deceased inside. The priest finishes reading something he must read, and six men lift the casket and carry it in your direction — a hearse is parked by the road.
It would be wise not to draw attention to yourself in the procession, which is already not happy to see you. The acoustics in the church are good, and you can hear subdued Italian speech. The pastor notices you, however:
— Can I help you, my children? It's a gloomy day for the entire community. Fortunately, there are no mortal sins on the departed, and he will be buried with all due honors. It would be wise to give way to the grief that now fills the void left by the boy, — adds the holy father meaningfully.

SW-154: Virgin Mary Church

Approaching you is an elderly man, wiping his hands with an oily rag, adorned with several prison tattoos.
-We met Roberto about six months ago. I was tinkering with my old scooter in the evening, and he came over to smoke a cigarette. We talked a bit, and he asked how much I'd sell him the scooter for, on the condition that I wouldn't tell anyone about it. He got this coughing swallow for 50 dollars. A 1946 Doodle. He seemed satisfied. Where did he keep it? Right here, - he points to a niche in the wall hidden behind a garbage bin. - He would pick it up in the evening and return it somewhere during the night. However, about ten days ago, he stopped bringing the scooter—don't know where it went

SW-109: Car reparing "Luigi"

You show the photo of Roberto and ask if he has been here. The worker immediately nods:
-Oh, yes! He showed up a few months ago and would come by every day, but it seemed like the music interested him the least. He got hooked on Zoe, who works here. Now? No, she's at home today. She lives with her father, Tom Odlin is his name, but be careful with him; he can break your nose without a word. Well, he came back from the front kind of crazy. Seems normal, but if he drinks or gets something in his head, then watch out. And he loves to drink.

E-84: Music Shop "Paganini"

You ask about Roberto, but you are informed that they haven't seen this young man here.

E-57: Music Shop Brylcreem

You ask about Roberto, but you are informed that they haven't seen this young man here.

W-4: Music Shop "Vinyl Record"

You knock on the door, and soon a young redhead woman opens it.
— Are you looking for the father? He's not here, — she says coldly.
You mention that you are here about Roberto.
— And what about Roberto? I haven't seen him for about two weeks, — she folds her arms.
You ask if she knows what happened. About twenty minutes after learning about Roberto's death, the girl first freezes, then bursts into uncontrollable crying. When she regains her composure a bit, you ask about the nature of their relationship and if she can help with the investigation. She wipes her nose with her wrist a bit childishly and nods decisively.
— We... We were dating. About three months ago, he started coming to my store every day and asked me to meet him in the evening. Well, I couldn't stand it and agreed. He would pick me up late at night on his scooter, and we would go for a ride. He loved riding to the beach or the promenade. Once he said he wanted to become a sailor, showing me drawings of maps and constellations — he had a bag on his scooter. But I think he just wanted to get away from here. He told me a bit about his family here, but I felt that it was very bad for him there. A couple of times, he came with bruises. He said it was from training, but he was lying, for sure. We... We had a good time, but nothing serious. Just walked, looked at the stars... Once we came back in the morning, and my father shouted at me, called me a slut, and all that. He always does that; I'm used to it, — she shrugs, and her gaze becomes colder. — Roberto's father threatened me that if he sees him again, he'll kill him. Well, of course, Roberto kept coming back more than once. He disappeared a couple of weeks ago. We had a fight about something... I don't even remember what. I thought he really saw me as an easy pastime... I didn't know. I thought maybe he would come and talk — we don't have a phone. Where's the father? I don't know. He disappeared for a couple of days a few weeks ago, didn't say anything. We don't really talk much. Yesterday he disappeared again. Do you think it's... — she covers her mouth with her hands. — No-no... He couldn't. Couldn't... Wait... He might be at the police! That drunkard constantly gets into fights, and they arrest him!

E-36: Odlin Tom

You are escorted into a room with cells. Three men, all quite sturdy, are sitting behind the bars. One of them responds to the name Tom Odlin.
— Our favourite trio. Brought in yesterday evening for disturbing public order, and before that, on June 6th, for hooliganism and fighting. On the sixth, residents called us, saying that they, the three of them, beat up a guy and then started smashing things. When we arrived, there was no victim, and these three were trying to escape. We couldn't charge them with anything other than disturbing public order: no victim, no evidence.

You approach the bars and ask Mr. Odlin if he tried to settle things with Roberto. He says he's hearing about him for the first time, but the news of the young man's death makes him sit up.
— It wasn't me, I swear! I didn't want to kill him! I just wanted him to stay away from Zoe.
— We didn't even hit him in the face that much! — says the man with huge hands, and Odlin menacingly gestures to him.
— In short, the conversation got loud, a scuffle started, but the guy ran away, left only his junk of a scooter. Well, we took care of it like God with a tortoise... Why? — he shrugs, — Not sure. Then the three of us threw that scrap metal into the trash.
— It was heavy, damn it. — Oh, shut up! But then the police showed up... And the day before yesterday... What happened the day before yesterday?
— It was the sixteenth, the three of us went to "Alamo" for the night, and we spent the whole day there, — answers the younger man, — you really need to drink less.
— But he was with us all day, for sure, — confirms the third man.
— It's all because of you! — Zoe shouted and swiftly left the precinct.

E-37: Police Station №6

You have received confirmation that on the 16th, the trio spent the entire day at the bar.

W-66: Bar Alama

You find a green scooter, significantly damaged from numerous impacts. Fortunately, the bag survived. The contents have become damp, but the text is still legibleou.

SW-99: Town Garbage Dump

— Hello? — you hear a female voice. — Roberto? Is something
wrong? Do you want to talk to Giorno? Okay, wait.


After some time, you hear a male voice:

— Yes, I was friends with Roberto in Boston. He often called me in the evenings. We were friends until he moved. His father died in a shootout, as far as I know, it was a stray bullet. He said he wanted go back home as soon as possible, but now he seems to have a career, and they won't just let him go. I told him he's doing great if he's making progress, and he said he would rather lose. On the 3d of the month, I remember he was very depressed. He said that because of the holidays, he couldn't get out of the house during the day one more time, and in the evening, someone was watching him. He complained that he had a fight with his girlfriend and couldn't get to her now. The last time he called was on June 16th. Around one o'clock, I was quite surprised. He said I was his closest friend. He seemed like he wanted to say something else, but my father called, and I asked him to call in the evening, but he didn't call. Did something happen? Once again, you find yourself having to be messengers of bad news. The young man on the other end sighs intermittently and takes a pause.

— I... I just hope that you... you will bring justice! Please call when you find out everything, I beg you!

C-48

Telephone Station

You decide to call the phone number found in the book.

The door opens, and a tall man you have met already in Mr. Marini's house, confirms that he works as a driver for Mr. Diego.
- Roberto? I'm sorry about the guy. You know, drivers notice much more than people usually think. I used to take him to school and the boxing academy. He was always reserved, but in the last few weeks, it's like someone turned off his light.

SW-161/9: Martini Antonio

-Yes, we sell 'Glover' safes, the best safes on the coast! -responds the energetic employee. - A phone call? Hm... A young man called us and said his safe was jammed, and he asked if we could send a technician. I told him that we would need papers for the safe. He asked if there was a universal combination, but I explained that with such an approach, safes wouldn't be as secure! That was the end of our conversation

N-24: Safe Store

-Oh yes! There was such a guy! Well, I turned him away the moment I found out he was seventeen. He offered to pay extra, but I refused. His overpayment wouldn't have covered the legal troubles for me. Besides, he has an uncle with a criminal record, and his father died in a shootout — that's the usual information we get, and such 'buyers' are marked in our records. He came about two weeks ago.

NE-50: Gun Store "Iron Goose"

-Oh, young Marini. Yes, yes, such a guy came. I refused. Well, firstly, he's young, but more importantly, he has an uncle with a criminal record, and his father died in a shootout — that's the usual information we get, and such 'buyers' are marked in our records. It was about two weeks ago

SW-42: Gun Store "Powder flask"

You ask about Dr. Ross's schedule and, in the meantime, request a brief description of him from his colleagues. All the nurses unanimously say that such excellent doctors are hard to find, especially such handsome ones. The doctors are less enthusiastic about his appearance but also describe Ross as a good doctor, who they even wanted to invite to the Olympic team, but it somehow didn't work out. No one at the clinic believes that he is capable of such things to the extent that he is still not fired, and his office remains untouched. You examine his papers and find records for the day you are interested in.

NW-27: Family Medical Center

Upon knocking, a man with a bandaged hand opens the door.
— Yes? Dr. Ross? Well, yes, I had an appointment with him on the 16th. He was recommended to me as a good specialist. I had been having shoulder pain for a week when I saw him. It's much better now. What time? Well, I arrived at 12:40, waited a bit, and probably started without ten minutes to 1. What was his condition? Well... I don't know... in a working state, I guess? Polite, calm, made jokes about patients who procrastinate until the last moment, but it was nice to talk to him.

S-45: Darser Caleb

You are informed that Mrs. Picock bought groceries here after noon, but they don't remember the exact time. By one o'clock, she had definitely left.

SW-116: Fresh Vegetables