Chapter 533 Angry Father
When cleaning the statue, workers will first remove the flowers and plants under the statue, and then after the cleaning is completed, the gardener will replant new flowers and plants.
So in addition to the workers cleaning the statue, those who will be contaminated with walnut powder will naturally also be the gardeners working under the statue.
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"You followed the victim as she walked through the park, didn't you, Billy?" It only took Beckett half a day to finish working that night in Central Park. Billy, the gardener, was brought back to the interrogation room.
It was him. Standing behind the one-way glass, Jack looked at that innocent chubby face and almost immediately identified the murderer in his heart.
This little chubby face that looks harmless to humans and animals has appeared in many American dramas. The main feature is a contrasting cuteness, specializing in playing various perverted villains.
And this guy’s acting skills are excellent. Whenever the truth is revealed at the end, he will always show his signature perverted smile, which makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts, so it leaves a very good impression on people. deep.
"How many times do I have to say this? You have found the wrong person." Little Fatty Billy's attitude was extremely sincere.
It is a pity that both Beckett and Mike Taylor who participated in the interrogation are veterans with extremely rich experience in handling cases. They have seen too many suspects who look honest and they are completely unmoved.
"According to the arrangements of the Planning Bureau, you were assigned to replant the flowers and plants near the statue that day, right?" Beckett put a duty list in front of him.
"But I was transferred to the north side of the park. They didn't have enough manpower there. My boss can prove this." As soon as Billy finished speaking, he stood on the other side of the interrogation room with Jack and Hannah. Cassel, who was observing, blurted out immediately.
“That’s him!”
Seeing the two FBI agents next to him cast surprised looks, Cassell quickly explained, “He started to defend his absence from the scene without even asking where the crime occurred. , explain him."
"It has been three days since the incident, and there is still a blockade around the scene. He can completely explain that he noticed it afterward, and there were already four workers cleaning the statue. Assisted in the investigation, they have been working together.”
Hannah felt that the detective novel writer's IQ fluctuated up and down, and it seemed a little unstable.
"Okay. Maybe I have used this kind of plot too often in novels before." Cassel made an embarrassed gesture to shut up.
The interrogation on the other side continued. Beckett pointed to a string of addresses printed on the paper, "Your home is in the southwest, isn't it? When you finish your work for the day, it happens to be Go through the Strawberry Fields Plaza, which is not too far from the crime scene.”
Billy opened his mouth and seemed speechless for a moment. After being silent for a while, he shook slightly. He looked up and looked like he was trying to explain.
"I agreed to come here for questioning and provided a sample of my body fluids. If it was indeed me, why would I be so cooperative?"
"Yes, since you are so cooperative, why not provide the clothes and work shoes you wore that day?" Mike Taylor, who had been sitting silently aside, observing the expression of the little fat man, suddenly spoke.
"No problem." Billy answered very readily, "As long as it can prove my innocence, I can do anything."
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"So , and then just compare his shoe prints, and everything will be over." Cassel clapped his hands excitedly, looking like he was done.
Beckett immediately poured cold water on him, "No, this can only prove that he works in Central Park and has been present at the scene, but it is not direct evidence. This guy is very smart and knows about us. Can't crucify him."
"But CSI can test his body fluid samples. There are no active tadpoles in the body (semen) fluid samples collected from the victim's body, and there are none in his body fluids. Doesn't this count as direct evidence?" Cassell expressed confusion.
"Yes, but no matter how stupid the lawyer is, he will argue that it is just a coincidence. You must know that the rate of azoospermia is 2%, which is enough for the jury to find insufficient evidence." After Jack finished speaking, he looked at Mike. Taylor, who nodded, agreed.
“Huh?” Cassell rolled his eyes and had another idea, “As for identification, I would find a group of people to stand behind the one-way glass holding signs and let the victim identify them inside. He found it."
"This is the last resort, but in the absence of direct evidence, it is still possible for him to be exonerated. This is not unprecedented." Beckett sighed and rubbed his head. He rubbed his brows.
"I can try to persuade Luo Bin to come and identify her, but judging from her previous situation, I dare not make overly optimistic guesses." Hannah went to visit Luo Bin again yesterday, and the girl's His mental state is very poor and he is still in a state of autism.
"He must know that he has azoospermia, so he is so confident." Mike Taylor said with a bitter smile, "Stella is still in the hospital. She cares about this case very much. I'm afraid she won't be in a good mood when she learns the news. "
"At least we have basically identified the murderer. The next thing to do is to find direct evidence. We have made great progress compared to before, right?" Jack didn't have any good ideas at the moment. , I can only say this with relief.
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Another night passed. When Jack and Hannah arrived at the NYPD police station early in the morning, they unexpectedly discovered that Cassel was also there.
"You actually plan to release him? CSI has already confirmed that there is something wrong with his body fluids. Can you at least detain him for a while? It's simply unreasonable. Maybe there will be another victim of a strong-arm case in New York tonight."
Cassell was complaining loudly to Beckett.
"The victim refused to identify, and CSI has not found direct evidence yet. If we don't want to be troubled by the District Attorney's Office, we have no choice but to release him first."
The same goes for Beckett. With an annoyed look on his face, "Besides, as an ordinary citizen, are you being too lenient?"
Casel remained unyielding, "As the father of a girl, I also have supervision. The right to police work”
Jack silently rolled his eyes and stepped forward to pull Cassel away. There was so much spark between these two guys that it almost exploded.
"Mr. Cassel, I hope you understand the work of the police. The CSI side was busy all night last night, and no one here is idle." Hannah said as she pulled away from Beckett.
At this time, a police officer led the little fat boy Billy out of the detention room, and then used the key to unlock his handcuffs.
Jack patted Cassel on the shoulder and suggested, "Why don't you go to the CSI laboratory with us? I'll show you around there. Maybe when we get there, you can still be as explosive as yesterday. Come up with some inspiration.”
The guy’s eyes suddenly lit up, “Really? Let’s go there now.”
Several people walked in front of Billy who was released. As soon as they walked out of the police station door, Jack's eyes noticed a familiar figure.
"Hannah!" Jack greeted in a volume that did not attract the attention of others, and quickly took two steps forward to stop in front of the figure.
"Mr. Peacock, what do you want to do?"
Luo Bin's father changed from his previous clothes of suits and ties and wore an ordinary hoodie, his eyes were red. He stared closely at Billy, who was following the three of them and was about to walk out of the police station.
“Is it him? The bastard who violated my daughter?”
"Are you crazy?" Jack reached out through his clothes, tightly grasped the pistol hidden in his pocket, and forced him into the alley aside. Hannah blocked the entrance of the alley with tacit agreement, blocking her face by the way. Curious Cassel.
"Did you know that illegal possession of a gun is a third-degree felony in this state? Do you want to be sent to jail for two or three years when your daughter needs you most?"
"You don't have children, right, so I don't expect you to understand this at all, Agent Tavole, I don't give a damn what happens to me right now, I've had enough of Robbie waking up screaming in nightmares every night , even with me by her bedside."
Mr. Peacock's face was twisted, and the anger in his eyes was almost scorching.
"So? You are her only relative. You plan to send yourself to prison so that for the rest of her life, whenever she wakes up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, she will not have a relative who can comfort her. None? ”
Jack's words left Mr. Peacock speechless, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving only his angry gasps.
“I still say the same thing, believe us, the only thing you have to do now is to stay with your daughter. I can treat everything just now as if it didn’t happen, but you will not have a second chance. "
After speaking, Jack forcefully opened his hand, took out a revolver from his pocket, opened the magazine, poured out the bullets, and then stuffed them all into his pocket together with the gun. inside.
(End of this chapter)