Chapter 386 Three Views Are Broken (Please vote for me)
Two streets away from his destination, Jack turned off the sirens and lights to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
The car was parked outside a yellow-painted house. According to Garcia’s information, this was the former home of Michael Genasco. His ex-wife and son still live in it, but it is no longer There is no place for him.
Jack and Hotchner got out of the car, and the latter pulled out his pistol directly, holding the gun with both hands and placing it by his side, with the muzzle pointing down.
He didn't speak, just winked at Jack, and then stood guard at the door with a gun.
Jack also pulled out his Glock and increased his perception. He checked around the yellow house and found that nothing was abnormal. Then he put away the gun, returned to the door and shook his head at Hotchner.
Hotchner also put away his gun and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was a white woman with exquisite make-up. If she hadn’t read the information sent by Garcia, it would be difficult for anyone to recognize her. Correspondence with the mother of a 14-year-old child.
"Andrea White? FBI." While speaking, Hotchner showed his FBI ID.
"Ah? Yes, what do you want?" Andrea White looked very surprised when she saw the IDs of the two people.
"I'm Jake Tavole, this is Aaron Hotchner, and we'd like to talk to you about Michael Genasco."
Jack directly stated his intention, "Can we come in?"
"Ah, okay, please come in, I'll pour you a cup of tea." Andrea White hurriedly stepped aside and invited the two of them into the house.
"No, Ms. White, we are just asking a few questions." Hotchner walked into the living room as he spoke, his eyes swept over the family photos on the wall, and then he touched them quietly. Jack shoulders.
Jack had just confirmed that there was no one else in the house and returned his perception to normal.
After receiving Hotchner's hint, he carefully observed the warmly decorated living room in front of him. After looking at the wall-full of photos and photo frames posted above the fireplace, he discovered some clues.
These family photos include old and new, including scenes of a family of three and scenes of gatherings with friends.
But what’s interesting is that no matter how old the two children are in the photo, there is one person who remains consistent throughout, and that is Doug Summers, the owner of the scrapyard.
Jack was speechless and had already guessed what was going on.
"I don't quite understand why the FBI wants to come here to find Mike. We have been divorced and he has moved out for a while."
Andrea White obviously doesn't know what happened. What? Although I was a little uneasy because of the two FBI's visits, I was not very nervous.
"We need to find him as soon as possible. Do you know where he lives recently?" Hotchner's style has always been no nonsense and straight to the point.
“Uh, yes, he works in a bar on Second Street. The bar owner went back east and temporarily allowed him to live in the loft above the bar.
Excuse me, is he out? What's going on?"
Jack on the side took out his mobile phone and sent the address to Rossi and others who were waiting for news at the police station, and told them to bring more police officers.
At the same time, the conversation between Hotchner and Andrea White continued.
"Michael Genasco is now a suspect in a homicide." Hotchner did not reveal much, but just mentioned the case that just happened.
"Mike? This is impossible!" Andrea White's face was full of disbelief, as if she had just discovered that the scientific name of her orange cat was Yuan Devourer. "Ma'am, Doug Summers was killed this morning." Hotchner looked into her eyes as he told the news.
"What? What are you talking about? No."
Andrea White's expression changed from surprise to disbelief, then to sadness, and finally burst into tears .
"Why is this happening? This should all be over."
Jack put away his cell phone and did not say any words of comfort. The two men just stood there and waited until the woman's crying stopped before speaking again.
“Can you tell us what all this is in the past? We think it was Michael Genasco’s experience during this period that triggered all of this.” Hotchner’s words made Andrea White wonder what to do. In response, he just continued to sob quietly.
Seeing that she was emotionally resisting and unwilling to speak, Jack simply pointed it out directly, "Your son Henry, his biological father is actually Doug Summers, right?"
Finished He pointed to the photos on the wall, "It can be seen from the photos on the wall, from the family records you unconsciously displayed, at different stages of your son's growth.
He's been in the same frame with your current fiancé Doug Summers almost as often as your ex-husband Michael Genasco.
This cannot be explained by long-term close family friend relationships. "
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, maybe, maybe I'm that I'm sad about my lover's murder or I'm ashamed that my privacy was exposed, Andrea White burst into tears, her face was covered with delicate makeup, she couldn't speak at all. He just nodded desperately and acknowledged Jack's statement.
"So, how did they discover all this? "Hotchner was unmoved at all and asked.
Andrea White choked with sobs for a long time before she answered with sobs, "Two months ago, during the custody trial in the family court, Doug confessed everything on the witness stand. ”
Then she seemed to collapse and burst into tears.
“It shouldn’t be like this, Mike and Doug grew up together and they have always been best friends. I thought he had let it all go. Woohoo
Mike is a good guy. , He is not even willing to hurt a squirrel. I don't believe this. It is impossible for him to do such a thing."
Jack was speechless and replied perfunctorily, "Maybe he used to be a good person. ."
"So, is your son Henry still in school?"
Andrea White's crying stopped suddenly, and she looked at the two of them with a horrified look, "I don't know, Doug usually picks him up, you mean Mike will"
"We just Guess, before we came, the police were already on their way to the school." Before Jack finished speaking, Hotchner's cell phone rang twice and received a message,
"Chief White. "The police officers he dispatched did not find Henry at the school and his father was seen picking him up," Hotchner read out the message with a frown.
"Oh no, my God." Andrea White let out a desperate wailing.
"Ms. White, I suggest you go to the local police station immediately and wait there. The relevant police officers will receive you and inform you of the latest police developments."
After Hotchner finished speaking, he and Jack quickly left this uncomfortable place.
“They drove Michael Genasco crazy.”
Jack couldn’t hold it back in the end, beeping in a low voice, and at the same time stepped on the accelerator like a vent, Saboban almost ejected and rushed towards Second Street.
(End of this chapter)