Chapter 565 Beckett's Question to Cassel
"Mr. Cassel, as a best-selling author, your case record is still very exciting."
In the last time During the Central Park Rape Case, Beckett's impression of Cassel was not very good. After all, she was a serious girl, so she was naturally wary of such things as a love-hitter.
Now, in the name of assisting in the investigation, this guy’s case record has been retrieved from the system. The more he looked at it, the deeper his frown deepened. Although they were all misdemeanors that were exempt from prosecution, the content was still too much. Isn’t that outrageous?
“Disturbing the peace and resisting arrest.”
"A man will remain a boy until he dies, and his nature cannot be changed." Cassel shrugged.
Seeing her father sitting leisurely in the interrogation room, without handcuffs, and even chatting with the serious-looking Detective Beckett, Alexis felt the last trace in her heart. Worry also disappeared.
"There is a record here. It says that you stole a mounted policeman's patrol horse." Beckett read the file with a half-smile.
"It's borrowed." Cassel quickly corrected.
"Aha, and you were naked then?" Beckett's eyes widened.
"Because it was spring." Cassel began to talk nonsense seriously.
Beckett was immediately offended by this guy, "And coincidentally, every charge was dropped."
"What can I say?" Cassel He became smug and began to talk meanly again, "Many high-ranking people are my fans, but if it makes you feel better, I will be happy to be spanked by you."
Alec next door Sisi covered her face in shame. Her father's ability to pick up girls was not even as good as the boys in her high school. Her toes curled up in embarrassment.
Standing next to Jack, Hannah watched with gusto. This kind of blatant voyeurism was really to her liking. She had already seen something was wrong between the two of them before. What kind of ruffian and rich young man met him? A civilian female police detective with a supermodel figure but a great personality is simply too cute.
The conversation next door continued. Beckett put down the folder in his hand, sat down in front of Cassel, and spoke to him seriously every word.
"Mr. Cassel, your bad boy tone may work for those ignorant girls who are new to society or the ladies who want to please you, but for me, I do this job for a living. .
And you now have two choices, one is to make my life easier, or to make my life difficult. Trust me, you will never choose the latter option. ”
As if feeling some looming murderous intent, Cassel's smile froze on his face and he dryly said OK.
Seeing that this guy finally seemed more cooperative, Beckett placed a photo on the table in front of him angrily, "Alison Tisdale, real estate tycoon Jonathan Tisdale ”
"It's very cute." Cassel picked up the photo and looked at it.
"She's dead." Beckett took the photo away from him angrily and slapped it on the table again.
"Did you meet her? At your book signing, or some charity event?"
"Maybe, but she's not in my address book, if this is you You want to ask if I can." Cassel said and looked at the door.
Although he is very interested in murder cases, if it is a murder case that may involve himself, then he is not sensitive.
"So what about this guy?" Beckett pulled out another photo, "Marvin Fisk, small claims attorney." "Most of my claims cases are relatively large." Cassel raised his butt halfway. He sat back down again, and the slightly smug answer in his mouth made Beckett roll his eyes again.
"He's dead too, right? These cases and me"
He was interrupted by Beckett before he finished speaking, and she took out two scenes again The photo was placed in front of Cassel, who stood up in shock.
Alexis, who was separated by the one-way glass, also curiously approached the one-way glass, trying to see the photos on the table clearly.
"Two weeks ago, Fisk was found dead in his office and the case was still under investigation, but it wasn't until tonight's case with Alison Tisdale that I connected the dots."
Among the two photos of the crime scene shown by Beckett, the one above is the one that just happened. The female deceased, Alison Tisdale, was lying naked in a pile of rose petals, her eyes The place was covered with two bright sunflowers.
"'Flowers for Your Grave'?" Cassel murmured, and the scene in front of him was exactly the scene described in his best-selling suspense novel.
"And this, "Hell Without Fire."" Beckett moved the photo above, revealing the body of a middle-aged man below, lying on a white pentagram outlined with salt. In the middle, there is a candle lit on each of the five corners of the five-pointed star.
This book "Hell Without Fire" is also a work by Cassel, and the scene in front of me is also the scene when a character dies described in the book.
After a brief moment of surprise, a look of surprise appeared on Cassell's face, "It seems like I have a loyal fan."
"No, a crazy fan!" Beckett corrected .
"But in my opinion, you are quite normal." Cassel's words made the beautiful police detective a little confused.
The corner of Cassel's mouth raised a smirk, "In "Hell Without Fire", the angry witch comes walking on blood. Please, only the most loyal Cassel fans will read this book."
Obviously, the loyal fan Cassell was talking about was Beckett, who was sitting across from him and showing a look of disgust towards him. After all, only a die-hard fan could read the scenes and scenes described in words in the book. The photos of the scene in front of me corroborate each other.
Behind the one-way glass, Alexis held her fist against her chin and was concentrating. Hannah was also unblinking, watching the two of them going back and forth and bickering.
Looking at this scene, Jack secretly laughed. Well, he actually enjoyed it. Cassel teasing the cute Beckett was also his favorite scene when watching the show.
Beckett's red lips were slightly open, her eyes were wandering, a trace of panic flashed in her heart, and she forced the topic back, "I'm talking about the kind of crazy book lover, do you have anyone like this? Have you ever written a letter? The kind of harassing letter that contains threats? "
"Because sometimes... uh... our research has found that the murderer tends to..." Beckett became speechless when his little secret was discovered.
"Take the initiative to contact the object of his obsession." Cassel and she finished the remaining half of the sentence in unison.
After speaking, he showed a proud expression, "Look, it's not just that lovable FBI guy who understands criminal psychology. I'm also proficient in it. Is this an occupational disease?"
Can't handle it. I've stopped having diarrhea. Now I'm vomiting whatever I eat. I'll take two cephalosporins and go to sleep. If I wake up tomorrow and still feel so uncomfortable, I'll go to the hospital.
(End of this chapter)