Chapter 107 The Tramp Who Got Rich
Jack walked into the room where the Asian boy escaped. There was no power supply in the abandoned factory, and it was pitch black even during the day.
Under the illumination of the tactical flashlight attached to the Glock, the body of a middle-aged white man appeared in front of him.
Half an hour later, Angela and John, who were already slightly pregnant, arrived at the scene.
“What’s going on?”
After preliminary inspection of the body, Jack took off his rubber gloves and expressed his opinion.
"Caucasian, male, about 40-45 years old. The body spots are still in the spreading stage. The estimated time of death is no more than 12 hours. Well, the specific time of death needs to be determined by the coroner. As for the cause of death, it is obvious that it was murder. ."
As he spoke, he pointed to the corpse's neck, "The cervical vertebra was avulsed. The person who did this was very professional and cold-blooded. One blow was fatal."
Jack's current forensic science. His skills have been upgraded to one level through self-study. This level is actually enough to be qualified as a forensic doctor in some small places.
Angela frowned. Professional killing methods usually mean big trouble. The more professional people leave fewer clues, and the reasons behind the killing are more complicated.
"Have you investigated the situation at the scene?"
"Lucy is asking around. This place has been abandoned for a long time. There are no cameras and no one comes here. Not even homeless people are seen." Jack said and pointed outside. .
"Speaking of homeless people, I found something strange."
He took out an evidence bag, "There was no ID card or driver's license on the body, but I found this."< br>
Angela took a look at the evidence bag and asked doubtfully: "Soft kitchen voucher? Is this guy a homeless man?"
"But his clothes are new."
Jack nodded: "Yes, brand new, from head to toe, a homeless man who suddenly got rich, could this be the reason why he was targeted? ?"
Angela looked thoughtful and asked: "Have you checked his homeless wallet?"
Jack was stunned: "What?"
" Tramps sometimes stuff valuables into their shoes, which we call homeless wallets.” The look on Angela’s face seemed to say, finally, there’s something you didn’t know.
Since arriving at the branch, Jack's tireless learning attitude has put a lot of pressure on these veteran police officers. They have accumulated experience over several years or even more than ten years, and in less than a year It's almost gone.
Jack put on his gloves again and took off the corpse's shoes, and sure enough he found something in the left shoe.
“A room card?”
“Where is it?” Angela leaned her head.
“An SRO (single occupancy serviced apartment) in the city center.” Jack put the key card into the evidence bag.
"Are you free? Let's go and have a look. I heard that there is a Michelin restaurant nearby that has good desserts." Angela suggested.
How could Jack say he was not free? Being able to solve cases with the police detectives would be a huge amount of experience.
The two walked to the door of the abandoned factory and saw John and Lucy chatting with a black guy in work clothes. Behind the black guy was a van with the security company's LOGO printed on it, and The patterns printed on his work clothes are the same. Jack opened the trunk of the police car, took out the prepared lunch, and handed it to Lucy along with the evidence bag.
“What are you talking about?”
John shrugged, "The only camera is broken, and the surveillance video is useless."
This black guy spoke with a unique rap tone of racial talent: "It has been broken for a week, otherwise there is no need to call me. Come and fix it."
Lucy looked at the lunch box in her hand, confused: "It's only ten o'clock, is it too early for lunch?"
"No, this is for you. For you and John, the forensic team will not arrive for at least two hours. You and John have to stay at the scene. Angela and I are going to an SRO in the city center to investigate the case. She said that there is a restaurant nearby that has good desserts, and I heard Said the Italian food there is great, you know me, you can make it after trying it."
There were complicated expressions on both of their faces at the same time, they were both envious of Jack being able to follow Angela to investigate the case, and also looking forward to it. I will be able to eat the supposedly great Italian food he recreated in the future.
Jack's cooking skills have been recognized by everyone for a long time. The most amazing thing is that as long as he tastes any food, he can learn it indistinguishably. He can copy the so-called grandma's magical secret recipes and grandma's secret sauce one by one. now.
Fortunately, Jack's lunch box always had various flavors of delicious food. Lucy opened it and took a look, then opened the trunk of the police car that John drove with a smile and put the lunch box in.
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“Do you dare to call this place a serviced apartment?” Jack was a little dumbfounded when he walked into this SRO located in the city center. .
The rusty elevator, the decorative style of the corridor can be traced back to at least the middle of the last century, most of the wall has been peeled off, there are needles on the floor of the stairwell and a lot of stains that no one wants to look at, and the fluorescent lights above the head flicker as if they are haunted. .
If it were night, he doubted whether he would have the courage to walk in alone. This place was really suitable for being transformed into a haunted house.
The small shabby apartment that his previous parents left him in Xiacheng District had a better environment than here. The key is that this is the city center, not a slum with chaotic security and no one wants the house.
“The monthly rent here is only 800 yuan. Many families of three are willing to pay a little more and bribe the administrator to squeeze into this room of less than 10 square meters.” Angela rolled her eyes.
Jack thought about the northern drifters who lived in underground garages in his previous life, and he understood that it was not surprising that LA was the second largest city in North America.
Angela shook off the room card she had just received from the hotel manager, "The manager said that the victim checked in three days ago, and his name is Joe Delacuzzi."
"A week's rent was paid in advance. All in cash."
As she spoke, she opened the door. There was almost no furniture in the simple room. There were two single beds and a bedside table by the window, and a pile of clothes and shoes were scattered on the floor. wrapping paper bag and two pizza boxes on the bed.
Jack closed the door, opened the bathroom and took a look inside, then closed it silently to make sure no one was there. He had to eat later, so he didn’t take a closer look.
"It seems that this Joe bought a lot of things." Angela squatted down and looked at the paper bags on the ground.
"New clothes, new shoes, huh? Are the shoes in two sizes? This seems to be a clue."
Jack pointed to the bathroom, "There are two sets of toothbrushes on the sink. It seems that the hotel manager didn't tell me, but Someone is living with Joe."
"They don't care about this kind of place, just shut up after receiving the money." Angela opened the mattress and revealed two rolls of cash.
"Well, it looks like at least five or six thousand dollars." Jack picked up a roll and unexpectedly found that they were all hundred-dollar bills. This kind of thing is rare on the market, and it is the most common among Americans. They are all in face value of 20 yuan, and the 50 yuan ones are rarely used.
At this time, there were two beeps from the door, and it was opened again. A pale, short and thin white man pushed the door in and saw Jack in patrol uniform and Jack in casual clothes but with waistband Angela, who was wearing a police badge, was stunned on the spot.
(End of this chapter)