In an alley near the square, a Ford Transit was parked.
The deputy and Maquire Hary sat facing each other.
"Creak..." The car door opened.
Susan also entered the car and sat opposite Maquire Hary.
Maquire Hary spread his hands, "Captain Susan, what is the meaning of this?"
"We need to have a good talk."
"Talk about what?"
"Why are you here? What are you doing at the square?"
"I've already talked to the deputy."
"Now I'm asking you again, do you understand?"
"OK, I came here for some private matter, it's none of your police business."
Susan pressed on, "Since the police are involved, that makes it our business. What private matter?"
Maquire Hary sighed heavily, feeling helpless, "Someone has blackmailed me, and I was here to pay the ransom."
"Who is extorting you?"
"I don't know, the person left a letter at my front door, telling me to come here to pay the ransom."
"What threats did they use against you?"
