Chapter 442 The Truth
When Jack and Morgan Brody were saying goodbye, they happened to see Hotchner talking to Roy Coulson. The reporter and writer didn’t know where he got the news. Rush to the scene.
Roy Coulson seems to have made up his mind not to write about the deal Shaunas made with the "Boston Death" in exchange for Hotchner's previous commitment.
"This guy is quite shrewd. Even if he adds this paragraph to the book after the case is solved, it will not be considered a breach of promise and he will still gain your friendship."
< br>On the way back to the station, Jack commented.
Hotchner was open-minded, "This is his way of making a living. I don't mean to be harsh. When he donated his royalties to the families of the victims, he had already won my friendship."
belt After going to Finlay, everyone returned to the FBI office in Boston. It was not yet two o'clock in the morning. Jiejie brought two pots of espresso that tasted little different from the water used to wash rags. Everyone began to study the coffee on the bus window. That string of numbers.
"He has never used codes before. What does this string of numbers mean?" Rossi pointed to the car window photo taken by Red on the screen.
"14882011439"
These three sets of numbers were written on the three car windows respectively. Jack frowned, feeling a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had seen them.
Rhett had been thinking hard on the way back, but he still couldn't get in.
“It’s not a password or a formula. From a mathematical point of view, they are meaningless.”
Hotchner, who had recovered his condition, already had a new idea, “Also I remember George Foye said that the Grim Reaper likes to attack private cars, so he switched to taking buses to travel, but this time the Grim Reaper also chose buses to attack. Why?"
As he spoke, he opened the door. He drew a bus route map and murmured to himself, "The bus that was attacked is line 7. Look here, this is the location of the George Foye Apartment where Jack and I visited before. This bus happens to have a stop here." "
"I remember." Jack took out his small notebook, where George Foye had written a series of pseudonyms and apartment addresses.
"201 South Brooklyn Street, 1488 Edenhurst, and 1439 Yablov Street, these are Foye's addresses."
"Let's split up!" Hotchner said I picked up the coat I just put on the chair and headed out.
“Wait a minute, haven’t you noticed that we have been led by others?”
Jack put down his phone and suddenly said.
“What do you mean?” At that moment, everyone’s eyes turned to Jack.
"This is the identification result just sent by CSI's forensic doctor Dr. Robbins. He determined that George Foye's stab wounds were most likely caused by self-inflicted wounds." Jack showed the email he had just received on his phone.
"What? How is this possible?" Everyone exclaimed, and Hotchner, who was about to go out, froze in place.
"Is he the 'Boston Death'? This seems to make sense. As the only survivor, almost all the information we have is provided by him." Rossi murmured to himself .
Emily looked like her world was shattered, "How did he do it? If the ambulance had arrived a little later, he would have been dead."
"No, he It can be done." Rhett began to lower his head in thought when Jack said that Foye had self-harmed.
"He killed Amanda Lambert first, then drove an extra kilometer, called the police from a roadside phone box, drove back, and then caused those wounds on himself."
" What about the murder weapon? How did he deal with it? "Jie Jie asked.
“The crime scene was on a mountain road. He could make unimportant wounds first, wait until he heard the sound of the ambulance, insert a fatal knife into his chest, and then throw the murder weapon under the cliff outside the car window. That’s it.
At that time, the police’s attention was on the deceased and the car, and no one would even think of searching nearby,” Jack explained. Cruel, cunning, well-planned and even daring to risk his own life, this opponent can be called the most powerful enemy since the establishment of the BAU team.
"Why did he do this?" Finlay couldn't figure it out. "The police couldn't find him at the time. Why did he risk death and disguise himself as a victim."
"In order to take the initiative. "Hotchner walked back to his seat and sat back down.
“Because of the police call and the extent of his injuries, we would not suspect him at all, so the subsequent portrait of the suspect and the information he provided were all misleading to the police.”
< br>As he spoke, he picked up the information on the table, "Amanda Lambert was only 19 years old at the time and had just come to Boston from Michigan to attend college. Do you still remember the requirements in the 'Death' agreement?
He was the one who asked Shounas to publish the statement in the Michigan Post. This is definitely not a coincidence.”
Jack continued, "Also, he said that Amanda was his true love, and he had planned to propose, but according to the information, Foye was a teaching assistant for one of Amanda's elective courses at the time, and he only took this course for four weeks.
Think about it, it couldn’t have been love at first sight. Foye was 28 years old at the time and was working as an assistant to a freshman. The purpose of teaching is to find opportunities to contact young girls.”
Rosie had already taken Jack’s notebook with one hand and called Garcia on the other hand, “Garcia?”
"Here, what's the matter? I'm just about to go back to sleep." Garcia's yawning response came from the phone.
"Sorry, uh, help look up these names from Boston's municipal records."
Rossi said, reading into the small notebook a series of pseudonyms that Foye wrote to Jack at that time, "Kevin Baskin, Miles Holden, William Parker, first check the information from the Ministry of Education. Get up."
There was a crackling sound of typing on the other side of the phone, and after a while, Garcia's surprised voice came.
“Wow, did you find something? These names are all in the files of the Ministry of Education. They are all substitute teachers and they teach computer science.
Oh, no, I want to correct that William Parker was expelled for his inappropriate words and behavior towards female students."
"We were fooled by this bitch," Rosie, who had always been gentle, exploded with anger. Bad language.
Finlay thought thoughtfully, "So he deliberately left his glasses at the scene of the previous crime to draw our attention back to him. What is the purpose? Is he repeating the same trick?"
"It's very possible." Hotchner's face was full of annoyance.
"I knew I must have missed something. The purpose of 'Death' in killing people is to obtain the pleasure of controlling power from the police. Except for those young girls, the death of others cannot bring him that at all. Exciting."
Rossi continued, "So he regarded you as the next Shaunas, but obviously you didn't follow his script, so he decided to change the way and create us together. The massacre reported by the media cannot be stopped to show the incompetence of the police.
And he has already planned it, whether it is glasses or these numbers, the purpose is to lead us to him and witness his actions. The victim faked his own death again.”
Hotchner stood up again and ordered, "Jack, distribute the weapons. You and Jiejie will be in a group, Detective Finlay and I will be in a group, and the rest of the people will be in a group. We will go to his three addresses respectively. I hope it's not too late." "
Jack nodded, and everyone went down to the garage to get equipment from the car. Finley kept calling to arrange for night patrol reinforcements.
"Remember to turn off the sirens before arriving at your destination, and do not enter the house without permission before reinforcements arrive."
Jack warned everyone while stuffing two spare ceramic inserts into Finlay. In the pocket of the soft body armor, everyone's body armor was checked again before being waved to let them go.
(End of this chapter)