Chapter 530 Steak and Suspect
“She was originally walking along the path there from west to east, intending to cross the park, but she noticed something bad more than 20 meters away from the big tree.< br>
She hurriedly tried to escape, but soon sprained her foot and dropped one of her high heels. Here, a piece of soil on the ground was scooped up. She fell, but quickly got up again. At this time The suspect had already chased her, and the two had a conflict at these messy footprints.
Then she was beaten, pushed hard, and fell hard, hitting her forehead. There were knee prints at the root of the tree, as well as fingertip prints and palm prints. The corresponding injuries should be found during the injury examination at the hospital
She might faint later. After passing by, he may have been coerced to some extent. In short, he lost the ability to resist and was violated under the tree. After that, the suspect left and went north.”
Jack basically restored what happened at the scene, but there were still some doubts, because in addition to the victim's footprints, there were two other different shoe prints at the scene.
One type is like common basketball shoes or sports shoes, with more common patterns, deep footprints and large sizes, while the other type has relatively simple patterns, but is not common. It is a bit similar to labor protection shoes. Of course, in It seems that in the United States they should be called work shoes.
There is also the steak on a tinfoil plate, covered with a thick layer of coffee grounds. It seems to be a specialty of some restaurant. Judging from the freshness, it should be the leftover tonight. I don’t know if what landed here is related to the case at hand.
“That’s from Raymond Steakhouse. They have a special set meal that uses special coffee grounds to marinate the steak. That store is at 69 Columbus Avenue and is very famous.”
Casel, who had been craning his neck at the side, raised his hand to answer, looking very involved.
"So we've narrowed it down to a few dozen people, the ones who took the steaks out of the store?" Beckett asked.
"Probably less. This kind of tinfoil plate can be reused and usually only appears in the kitchen. The person we are looking for is probably an employee in the store."
Jack shook his head in denial. He had the right to speak in this regard.
“Perhaps my new discovery can further narrow down the scope of suspects.” Mike Taylor, who had been patiently searching for clues with his head lowered on the ground, picked up a small metal ring with tweezers, which was still vaguely sticky. There was a trace of blood.
“What is this?”
"Looks like a nose ring?" Beckett turned his questioning gaze to Mike Taylor with some uncertainty.
"OK, I've just been busy and am a little hungry now. I'm going to treat everyone to a steak. Is anyone willing to go with me?" Jack took off his gloves and asked with a smile, followed by a strong expectation. Her eyes fell sharply on him.
"Why did you bring that annoying guy with you?" Beckett, who was walking side by side with Jack, muttered in a rather unhappy voice, followed by Cassel who was in high spirits.
“Aren’t you a fan of Cassel’s books? You recognized him at a glance before.” Jack was quite confused. In his impression, although the two of them did not fall in love at first sight, Beckett’s love for Cassel The impression should not be so bad.
“Perhaps I have read one or two books written by him, but the guy just now obviously thought that I was one of his crazy female book fans and asked me where I wanted to leave his signature.” Mentioning the scene that happened before, Beckett's face was particularly angry.
"Uh." Jack's expressionless gaze swept across the thin chest of the beautiful police detective. As the saying goes, "Hit someone without slapping someone in the face." Cassel's behavior was indeed a bit excessive, but maybe he was just before. I am used to signing the chests of my fanatical female book fans.
The Raymond Steakhouse that Cassell mentioned was only one block away from Central Park, and it took the three of them less than 20 minutes to find the place.
"Hey, man, does anyone here wear a nose ring?" Of course, the FBI doesn't need to show its ID to catch a common suspect. Now it's Beckett's home field. She just shows her badge and gets it. Wanted answers.
"Yes, there is a cook boy in the back." The chef who was busy in the open kitchen pointed to the direction of the back kitchen beside him. Beckett opened the door immediately, and a black boy no more than 20 years old was cleaning the dinner plates inside. The three of them noticed the medical tape on his nose at a glance.
"Hey, what are you doing? No outsiders are allowed in here." The black boy was startled.
"Did you accidentally scratch your nose while washing the dishes?" Cassel was very excited, stuck his head out from behind the two of them, nodded his nose and said.
"What do you mean?" The black boy suddenly became nervous.
"We are here to claim lost property. Did you lose a nose ring?" Beckett took out his police badge again and flashed it.
The black boy turned around and ran away. Before he could reach the back door, Beckett, who was already on guard, caught up with him in two steps and kicked him in the crook of the leg.
"I didn't do anything! Ah!" As the black boy screamed, his arms were twisted behind his back, and Beckett's long legs pressed hard against his back.
“Hey, this looks so painful.” Cassel pretended to take a breath, as if he was being pressed down by the beautiful police detective in front of him. Jack beside him secretly shook his head. He shook his head, he really couldn't stand this guy.
In the end, Beckett held a packaged steak in one hand and pressed the black boy into the police car with the other hand. After that, she was responsible for the interrogation. Jack brought two takeaways and stayed busy at the scene. Mike Taylor sent a copy over.
Through Central Park again, he said goodbye to Cassel, drove to the hospital to pick up Hannah, and went home to enjoy delicious food. The steak marinated in coffee grounds tasted quite good, making both of them very satisfied. .
Early the next morning, the two went to the federal building first, sold the fake goods to Jubal, and then reported to Dana Moger about the case last night.
Considering that there were really no major cases recently, the female boss just reminded the two of them not to get involved too deeply to avoid causing resentment from the NYPD.
Jack called Beckett in his office and asked about the interrogation. Surprisingly, the kid caught last night did not plead guilty.
His shoes matched the footprints at the scene, but the guy claimed that he just saw the unconscious Luo Bin and her satchel dropped on the ground. He suddenly felt evil thoughts and took out the wallet inside. Want to take cash.
But at this moment Luo Bi suddenly woke up and started fighting with him. In the chaos, the black boy had his nose ring pulled off and ran away in a hurry.
"So this bastard just left that bruised girl there and didn't even think to call the police?"
Hannah, who was listening to the phone call, was so angry that her almond-shaped eyes widened. Regardless of whether what this guy said was true or false, his behavior was very bad from any angle.
"CSI has extracted his DNA. It is not difficult to prove whether he is the murderer."
Jack comforted that this kind of case seems simple, but in fact it takes a little luck to solve it. , compared with murder cases, due to certain special characteristics, it is difficult for the murderer not to leave DNA evidence, especially if it is such a temporary crime, the murderer generally does not prepare condoms in advance.
However, this type of case is usually the most backlogged, because after the case occurs, few victims are willing to take the initiative to report the case. Even if the case is reported, the evidence collection process is difficult.
(End of this chapter)