Chapter 437 CSI Support
Boston has a typical temperate continental climate. The night temperature in early November is close to zero, which makes the BAU people who have just gotten used to the bright sunshine all year round in California quite uncomfortable. .
With Jack's current physique, he suddenly walked out of the warm conference room and was shaken by a gust of cold wind. He finally understood why Finlay always wore a tweed suit.
It would be a pity not to have hot pot on such a cold day, Jack thought, and opened the map on his mobile phone to search for nearby restaurants.
At first glance, this case is the type that requires a long-term struggle. There is no need to work all night long on the first day. Everyone also listened to Jack's suggestion. After going over the case, they went out to look for food together.
Jack had no intention of asking Finlay at all. At least when it came to eating, this guy didn't have any taste, so he couldn't be expected to provide any advice in this regard.
Perhaps when some people hear the name Boston, they think of the tea leaves poured into the sea, which are lobsters. However, in fact, Boston does not produce lobsters at all.
Just like the wife cake without the wife, Boston lobster is even more extreme. Not only is it not produced in Boston, but strictly speaking it cannot even be considered a serious lobster.
The original name of the so-called Boston lobster should be called American crayfish, which belongs to the genus Crayfish under the family Langoustidae. The real origin of these guys with big claws is the neighboring state of Maine and further north.
Because in the early days, Boston was the largest transit port in the surrounding areas, so the lobsters exported overseas took off from the Boston airport. Therefore, the lobsters airlifted from here to Asia were labeled with "Origin from Boston" " label.
Over time, Asians called these lobsters Boston lobsters. In fact, they are called "Maine lobsters" on the east coast of North America.
Unfortunately, it was getting late, and after looking around, only a few fast food restaurants were still open. After barely filling their stomachs, everyone in the BAU said goodbye to Finlay and returned to the hotel to rest.
Early the next morning, Jack was woken up by a phone call. He first kissed Jiejie in his arms and found out that it was a video call from Garcia. Then he lazily got up, walked into the bathroom and connected the phone. video.
“Ahhh!” Seeing the half-naked handsome man appearing in front of him, Garcia was speechless, clutching his chest and speechless.
"What's the matter?" Jack was used to this eldest sister's behavior for a long time, and he brushed his teeth with toothpaste.
"Oh, that's it." Garcia subconsciously wiped the tears that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, as if he had just remembered the purpose of the call.
"I can't find that George Foye."
"Huh? He's missing?" Jack's hands moved.
"I don't know, he disappeared. I mean, he evaporated from the world. I can't find any trace of him on the Internet." Garcia looked a little haggard, as if he had been busy all night .
"How is this possible?" Jack rinsed his mouth, picked up the towel and started to wash his face.
"Really, the last record I could find was that 9 months after he was discharged from the hospital, he quit his job, sold his car, canceled his bank account, credit card, and cell phone.
I checked There are no documents or records of him."
Jack wondered, "Do you think he did this on purpose?"
"That's not all." Garcia bit the tip of his pen anxiously.
“You know, even if you are a dead person, your records will be kept for decades. It is very difficult to erase all your whereabouts like this, and it requires a lot of determination. To do this, you need and Cutting off all ties with everyone and everything I know in my life is like social suicide. I have to say that I admire this guy very much.”
"No wonder, this guy is the only survivor who has seen the true face of the 'Boston Death'. I will go to Hodge to find a solution. Anyway, since the murderer took out the glasses that once belonged to him, there must be something The reason is that we still have to find a way to find him."
After speaking, Jack stood at the door of the bathroom, smiled at Jie Jie, who had just sat up from the bed and revealed her beautiful figure, and raised his index finger. It rose to his lips, but no hiss came out.
"I will continue to investigate." Garcia was unaware of this. The two chatted for a few more words and then ended the call.
"Is there anyone else who Garcia can't find?" Jiejie asked curiously while pulling her blond hair into a bun after hearing the general idea.
"Perhaps he was too scared. After all, there were more than a dozen victims after him, and the murderer was never caught. But I am curious why he didn't just move to other states, at least not to the extent he did now."
When Jack spoke, he couldn’t help but look at the beauty in front of him with his index finger. Jiejie moved, "Since we are all woken up, why not take a bath together?"
"What?" Jiejie was suddenly picked up before she could react.——
"Sorry, The queue for breakfast was a little long," Jack explained awkwardly as he hurried into the conference room.
Roxi looked at the coffee cup LOGO in his hand, then looked at the one in Jiejie's hand, shook his head and said nothing.
Hotchner, who had been bowing his head in thought in his seat, raised his head and saw that everyone had arrived and began to arrange today's tasks.
“This morning Jack went to the airport to pick up D.B. Russell from the Las Vegas Crime Laboratory. CSI’s laboratory in New York is still under construction, so this time CSI-LV still needs to be responsible for the forensics of this case. Work."
Jack nodded and said, Hotchner continued, "Garcia failed to find George Foye. I will visit Roy Coulson, who has interviewed all the victims' families. Maybe it’s also related to the only survivor.”
Everyone else had their own arrangements. Jack sat in the office for a while, then drove to the airport to pick up the person with several local FBI agents.
The last time I saw Russell was the last time. It was a weekend. Jack went to LV to play, and by the way, he helped the Las Vegas Crime Laboratory solve a child kidnapping case because of the power outage. .
Russell didn't come alone this time. He brought almost half of the lab's people. They also packed a bunch of portable equipment and would start working in the local medical examiner's office.
Russell seemed to be very interested in this "Boston Death" and started working as soon as he arrived. They will work with the BAU people to promote the detection of the case.
After Jack settled these forensic researchers, it was already the afternoon when he returned to the office. Before he could take a breath, he received another call from Hotchner, informing him to meet at a certain location.
"How did that reporter find him?" Jack asked after finishing a burger in the passenger seat.
At this time, the two people's cars were parked in an alley, and Hotchner looked at the street opposite without blinking.
"Roy interviewed Foye many times in order to write a book. They had always been in contact secretly and were probably his only friends after the accident.
But Foye never gave him his phone number. Provide the address of an apartment that you rent under a pseudonym, which is here.”
(End of this chapter)