Chapter 402 Untitled
Soon Gil Moss's car was found in a parking lot north of the city center. Jack and Rosie rushed to the scene and found her cell phone smashed next to the car.
Forensic investigators found traces of the human body being dragged at the scene. Apparently, the FBI agent turned himself into a sacrifice for a serial killer as he wished.
The murder of an FBI agent is not big news, but Gil Moss’ previous actions to make the murderer famous have attracted great attention from the outside world.
Think about the news that the serial killer Ted Bundy proposed to the victim who testified in court and succeeded, how big a sensation it caused at the time.
Once the media found out that an FBI agent had thrown himself into a trap to find a serial killer to engage in sadomasochism, it would be really great fun.
So when the FBI searched Agent Moss's car, it didn't even ask for help from the local Denver police. The forensic investigators used their own.
Jack called the parking lot surveillance and found a suspicious white van. The license plate was blocked, but the model could be clearly identified.
The IP address tracked by Garcia also has results. It comes from an Internet cafe in a small town 30 miles away from Norwood, the small town where the suspect's warehouse was originally located. It happened to be on the map before Red. within the drawn circle.
She cross-referenced the list she had screened several times with the motor vehicle registration database, and successfully found a name, "Jeremy Andrews, 41 years old, a man in the small town of Nucla." An electrician.”
The six-person BAU team brought their equipment. Hotchner took the lead in driving a local office Suburban, and Jack still drove his own Raptor F150 afterward, heading towards the small town called Nucla.
Colorado is half plain and half mountainous. The huge Rocky Mountains basically occupy half of the western half of the state. The town of Nucla, where the murderer was located, is located on a small plateau plain in the mountainous part on the west side.
It was already evening when we arrived in the town. Out of some concerns, Hotchner notified the local Sheriff's Office less than half an hour before approaching his destination to avoid misunderstanding.
This raid involved neither the local police nor the FBI's own SWAT team. Jack and Hotchner acted as assaulters, carrying assault rifles in front, while the others surrounded them and broke through. The door of a dilapidated wooden house.
Although the white van was not found at the door of Jeremy Andrews' house, and it was estimated that the guy had probably run away, Jack still carefully searched the attic before returning downstairs. living room, shaking his head at Hotchner.
"Nothing was found."
"There is a basement here." Rossi's voice came from behind the house.
The two hurriedly walked through the back door and came to an extremely dirty courtyard. Rhett was holding a pistol and standing in front of an ugly, earthen kiln-like thing, frowning as if Studying something.
"This is." Jack was stunned for a moment, and quickly connected the thing in front of him with a certain drawing that he and Red had studied together.
"Corpse cremator!" He was slightly startled, and quickly reached out and carefully touched the outer wall of the "earth kiln".
"Come here and help with the handle. That thing is cold. We just checked it. It shouldn't have been used recently."
On the other side, Rossi was struggling with an iron door that was half buried in the ground, shouting for help.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to help open the iron door. An indescribable strange smell hit his face, similar to the sour smell after fermented sweat mixed with the smell of excrement, which was disgusting.
"Hotch and I will go down first." Jack turned on the tactical flashlight on the gun and signaled others to be on guard outside with guns. He followed Hotchner and entered the basement on the creaking wooden steps.
A variety of torture instruments that seemed familiar to Jack and appeared in the drawings drawn by Jeremy Andrews were placed in a circle along the wall of the basement. Blood stains could be seen on almost every torture instrument. There was a wire bed without a mattress in the middle of the basement, and a wire was connected to one of the corners with a clip.
There is a naked woman tied to the bed, it is the missing female reporter-Katrina Townsley.
Ignoring the dirt on the ground, Jack stepped forward and kicked off the electric clamp, then reached out and touched the woman's carotid artery. Fortunately, he felt the faint pulse.
"Safe, there are survivors, call 911!"
Hotchner pulled a dirty blanket from nowhere and covered the female reporter, and the two of them carefully untied it. Open the wires binding her limbs.
"Leave it to me." Jack picked up the female reporter with force, climbed the wooden steps out of the basement in a few steps, and gently placed her on the ground, while silently singing "The Most Dazzling National Style" in his heart.
This is really not a joke. The beat of this song is 118 beats per minute. The compression rhythm of CPR is almost 100-120 times per minute. The first four lyrics are sung at exactly 31 beats. Just give two artificial respirations and start singing from the beginning again.
While performing CPR, the therapeutic skills were released. In less than two cycles, the female reporter’s breathing stabilized. Jiejie and Emily also found clean towels and sheets from the house.
Jack carried the female reporter who was gradually regaining consciousness into the house and left it to their care temporarily. The place was very remote and it would take at least 40 minutes for an ambulance to arrive.
At the same time, others were already searching for clues everywhere. Red searched around the basement, but found nothing except a pile of biological evidence and trace evidence such as soil.
Gil Moss was obviously taken away by the murderer Jeremy. What they need now is information, information to guide the murderer's escape direction. These things can only be left to the crime laboratory for slow analysis, which is of no help for the time being.
"Perhaps, this can guide us in the direction of tracking." Rosie walked out of the bedroom holding a photo frame.
“Remember the green glass crystal with nuclear radiation that gave you and Emily a false alarm in Jeremy’s warehouse?”
Jack took the photo frame, Above is a group photo of two men, one older and one younger. The younger one should be the suspect Jeremy Andrews. The age in the photo is no more than twelve or thirteen years old.
The older one looks very similar to him and seems to be his father. He is about forty years old in the photo.
The background of the photo is a small shop located in the deserted Gobi Desert. It is the most common rest stop built next to the highway and also functions as a gas station.
"What's the connection between the two, you mean he might go here?"
Jack didn't understand what Rosie was trying to express, except for those Colorados in the Gobi in the photo The unique ocher red sandstone has no hint of it.
Rosi pointed to a blurry black figure at the foot of a mountain in the distance in the background of the photo and said, "Look carefully, this is not a high-voltage power tower, that is an abandoned oil and gas drilling rig."
< br>"Clark Proving Ground?" Hotchner blurted out, but Jack was still confused.
This story is still very long, so read it slowly.
(End of this chapter)