Chapter 449 Gypsy Taxi
Saying goodbye to the forensic doctor, Jack and Rosie drove back to the office. Rhett had hung up a huge map of Los Angeles in the conference room and marked it. The place where the three victims were kidnapped and where their bodies were dumped.
Jiejie and Emily haven't come back yet, and they may have to be busy there all day. After listening to the two of them explaining what they had learned in the medical examiner's office, Rhett introduced the results of his work just now.
“Linda Dean was kidnapped in Hollywood and her body was dumped in Echo Park. Shirley Otto was last seen in the Carmen District and was found in Sherman Oaks. Park.
And finally Vicki Hagrid, who was kidnapped south of Torrance and dumped in Weslake."
In addition to marking these locations with six small flags of different colors, Red also drew various marks and lines on the map that only he could understand.
"This is a huge range. Have you found any patterns?" Rossi found a chair and sat down, going straight to the results.
“The murderer has only committed crimes in the eastern lower city area. Assuming that he has a preference for geography, that area is either not in the plan or is the final target. But what I am worried about is that the murderer may not have the right location. Does the location have any special tendency? It's completely random. "
"How do you say it?" Reid's speculation means that they are likely to find a random person among the population of about 13 million in the Los Angeles metropolitan area. The difficulty for the murderer can be imagined.
Reed pulled out the photos of the places where corpses were abandoned and said, "Pay attention to these places where corpses were abandoned. These are all 'garbage dumps' in the true sense."
In fact, everyone has noticed this before. The places where corpses are found are either in trash cans or in the corners of dirty streets and alleys, where broken sofas and mattresses are piled up.
"What I mean is that the murderer had no cover and no plan. No matter what he did to the victims, after they died, they were thrown away like garbage."
"So you suspect that the randomness shown by the murderer is not due to careful arrangements, but purely coincidental?"
Rosie summarized the meaning of Rhett's words, which was barely This is good news. If the murderer acts so brazenly, no matter how clean he cleans the body, there will eventually be flaws.
"Anything else found?" Jack leaned closer to the map and noticed that Red had also marked some routes with lines.
This time Rhett seemed a little hesitant, "I'm not sure if this makes sense. The three dumping locations are all between the 110 and 405 highways, near the north and south directions of No. 5 and No. 10."
Looking at the lines he drew, Jack suddenly had an idea in his mind, "Did we ignore the transportation methods of the three victims?"
As soon as he thought of it, he took out his mobile phone and called Jiejie and Emily each sent a message asking if there was any progress in their inquiries with the victim's family, and Emily soon called.
"Linda Dean's family members said that she usually went home from get off work at night through the 'Red Line', but she didn't get off work until 1:05 a.m. on the night she disappeared."
Linda · Dean's job is as a bartender, so it's normal for him to delay getting off work at 1:05 a.m., but the Los Angeles subway stops running at 1 a.m.
The "red line" in Emily's mouth refers to the Metro B Line in the Los Angeles Metropolitan Area Rail Transit. There are 6 lines in Los Angeles Rail Transit, namely Line A, Line B, Line C, Line D, Line E and Line K. Wire.
Line A to Line E are distinguished by five colors: blue, red, green, purple, and gold. Line B is the "red line" that Linda Dean takes daily from Los Angeles City. It starts at Union Station in the center and extends to North Hollywood, with a total of 14 stations along the way.
Judging from the time, Linda Dean, who got off work at 1:05 a.m. that day, would definitely be unable to catch the subway she often takes.
"She shouldn't be able to walk home, right?" As soon as Rossi said this, he realized that he had said nonsense. Although judging from the route, the security in the areas along the way was pretty good, but after all, this was "Angel" city".
A beautiful young woman walking alone on the streets of Los Angeles early in the morning? The probability of nothing happening is almost slim. Then the answer was obvious, "Taxi, I'm going to find Garcia!" Jack turned to leave the conference room, and Red quickly followed.
"Chloroform is controlled and is much easier to investigate than methanol. I also want to ask Garcia to investigate whether anyone has purchased or stolen chloroform in large quantities in a chemical store."
Two. People took the elevator and went downstairs to Garcia's small office.
Only in terms of office conditions, Garcia’s salary is unique. Her small office is bigger than Rossi’s and Hotchner’s combined, and the purchase price of the hardware equipment in it is also higher than that of Jack. The equipment in the small arsenal in charge has at least one more zero.
When the two of them knocked on the door and walked into the office, Garcia's chubby little fingers were flying on the keyboard, chatting with someone unknown.
"Garcia." Jack's voice made Garcia turn around. The weird blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick startled him.
Although she has long been accustomed to switching back and forth between various punk styles and geek styles every day, her ever-changing outfits still bring visual impact to people from time to time.
"How can I help you? My dear two knights." Garcia closed the chat window and turned around, as if a queen was receiving her men.
Jack walked up to her, put his hand on the back of the chair, turned her back again, then grabbed her chubby hand and put it on the mouse.
"Please sweetheart, it's urgent. I want you to check which taxi companies were providing services near the bar where Linda Dean worked when she disappeared."
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Unlike other cities in the United States, most taxis in Los Angeles have stations, and drivers will wait for passengers in these designated areas instead of stopping at any time.
"The Hollywood area? It's a piece of cake." Garcia made a list of seven taxis in less than five minutes.
"Well, can you narrow the scope a little bit? Check to see if there are any taxis nearby that night that collected fares after one o'clock in the morning." Jack made a more specific request.
"It's not difficult, it just takes a little time." Garcia's fingers instantly turned into countless afterimages.
Soon, she came to an unpleasant result, "The drivers of these seven taxi companies had not solicited passengers nearby in the early hours of that morning."
Jack rubbed his temples with a headache, "Is it possible that he solicited customers but didn't use the meter?"
"Impossible, every taxi has a GPS positioning and is shared with various taxis. APP, at that time, there were no taxis nearby, including Uber."
"Is it possible that it was a 'Gypsy Taxi'?" Reid suggested another possibility.
"Gypsycab" is not really a taxi driven by gypsies, but a general term for all illegal taxis, that is, black cars.
“There are approximately more than 2,300 registered taxis operating legally in Los Angeles, but there are also a similar number of unregistered black taxis. Their bodies are spray-painted with fake taxi logos that look like real taxis, and they shuttle in the streets and alleys.
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Even if someone gets in the car, it won't attract anyone's attention. "Dr. Reid opened his mouth to these data.
(End of Chapter)