Chapter 344 The kidnapper called
At this moment, Julie Finn hurried over and handed over a fingerprint comparison result.
"Nick found a complete fingerprint on the bloody note, which was compared with the fingerprints provided by the headboard and TC Riordan."
Russell was a little curious. took the report, "Aren't all the computers and equipment down? How did you compare them?"
Julie Finn smiled bitterly and handed over a magnifying glass, "Simply determine the fingerprint type. , don’t overestimate everyone, no one can do fingerprint comparison with the naked eye anymore.”
"Well." Russell pursed his lips, nodded to express understanding, and then handed the report to Detective Brace.
“The fingerprints on the headboard and the fingerprints on the blood book are of the same type, both are rare tent-shaped patterns, and these are the fingerprints of TC’s ten fingers that we collected, positive dustpan-shaped pattern, reverse dustpan-shaped pattern, There are swirl patterns, but there are no tent patterns.”
The old detective sighed, “Okay, okay, I’ll arrange for someone to bring TC Riordan’s mother-in-law, Patricia. And the psychic Karen invited the police station."
He paused, still trying to stick to his previous judgment, "The three golden hours of the missing child case have long passed. It's not time to do it well."
Suddenly a police officer hurried into the office, looking a little excited, "The kidnapper called"
The old detective spread his hands and said, "You are all right, just pretend I didn't say anything."
The kidnapper's call was made directly to TC Riordan's cell phone, using a voice changer that was already in use.
At this time, TC Riordan was invited into a real conference room. When everyone arrived, they happened to hear the voice of the robber who was released.
"Mr. Riordan, please prepare paper and pen and write down what I want to say next."
Russell took a notebook and a pen from the desk nearby. He handed the pen to him, took another one for himself, tore off a page, and wrote a few words in a flash.
"Let him prove that the child is still alive."
TC Riordan's hand holding the phone couldn't help but tremble. He managed to restrain his excitement and said in a trembling voice, "I need to know first that my son Are you okay?"
The tone of the voice changer did not fluctuate, and no emotion could be heard. "Who wants to know, you or the police?"
Obviously the other party seems to know what's going on here. Situation, at least I know that a crime has been reported here.
The old police detective also stood beside TC, without making a sound, he just extended his index finger and nodded at TC.
"It's me, I want to know." TC saw his gesture and said quickly.
A child's voice came out from the phone, "Dad!"
"Hubble!" TC breathed a sigh of relief, and others around him also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, I'm so scared." The child was very good and didn't cry.
Russell continued to write on the paper, "Ask him questions."
TC nodded, understanding that this was to further verify his identity, "Baby, tell me, what is the name of the planet between Jupiter and Uranus, the one with the big halo?"
"It's Saturn."
< br>"You're awesome, baby Hubble, are you okay?" TC was relieved and his voice was choked with sobs.
The voice of the voice changer came again on the phone, "Palermo parking lot, third floor, take all the jewelry in the safe. Arrive at eight in the morning. The contact person will wear a red hat. hat." Then the kidnapper hung up the phone.
"Eight o'clock in the morning?" The old detective looked at the time, "We still have 4 hours."
"Mr. Riordan, may I ask, how many jewelry do you store in your safe?" Jack asked curiously.
Although he didn't know the net worth of this rich man, judging from the popularity of reports that year, it was at least in the tens of millions.
The kidnapper's request is a bit strange. Anyone who has watched two police movies these days can blurt out his demand for ransom, or old banknotes with serial numbers.
Because under normal circumstances, jewelry is difficult to get rid of, and the stolen goods are severely discounted. If you sell the stolen goods on the black market, you can get a piece of the actual value. Thank God.
TC answered a number absentmindedly, making everyone on the side numb.
"Mr. Riordan, are you saying that you store more than 2 million worth of jewelry in the safe at home?" Jack felt that Russell's tone had changed.
"Can't you find any other good place to keep them? For example, a bank?" The old detective also found it incredible. Are all rich people so willful?
TC looked up at everyone, with a little confusion in his eyes, "Yes, most of them belong to my wife Natalie. I just want to keep her things around me. Sometimes at night, I I'll take it out and have a look."
For a while, even the old detective couldn't hold on to his previous judgment. Could it be that this TC Riordan is really an infatuated person? Or are all rich people so willful?
"Okay, does anyone else know about this? I mean you put so many expensive jewelry in the safe." Jack asked.
"My mother-in-law, Patricia, Patricia Lydecker."
Jack looked at the old detective and signaled that he had no problem.
"Then, Mr. Riordan, I will immediately arrange for the police to escort you home to pick up the jewelry. After that, I need you to make a list and approximate value of these jewelry."
< br>Then Detective Burress looked at Russell, "I need a CSI to accompany our police officers to verify the authenticity when the jewelry is taken out of the safe."
"Leave it to me." Julie Finn volunteered, "I still have some experience with jewelry."
Russell nodded and warned the old detective, "We need to contact Pat as soon as possible." Lisha Lydecker, talking to the psychic. "
"You can see them in an hour at most, everyone has already received the call." The old detective looked at the time on his watch again. , after saying that, he hurriedly left to arrange manpower.
"In order to seize the time, let's ask questions separately then?" Russell turned his attention to Jack again.
"OK, which one do you choose?" Jack followed suit.
"Do you think the kidnapper may be among them?" Russell's implication is that whichever one is chosen is the one he thinks is more suspicious.
"Then you choose first. I don't have any ideas yet and there is too little information." Jack humbly conceded.
"Then let me ask Patricia Lydecker, are you in charge of the psychic? I heard that those who do psychics are all psychological experts. Maybe you can communicate."
< br>Russell’s joke was not malicious. If scientists have their own folk science, then fortune tellers and psychics can indeed be called wild psychological experts.
And unlike those civil science experts who are more prominent in the scientific field, these wild psychological experts have mastered many very practical psychological tricks and talking skills.
(End of this chapter)