Chapter 716 The Drugged Best Man
Not only Jack, but even Beckett rarely saw someone fall short in such matters as talking.
"No matter what, I will always think of that special conversation we had back then. I think that Gretel must be very popular with you, right? He looks like a wealthy family, right?" Cassel tried to launch a desperate counterattack .
Sheila Bryan’s face changed, with a feeling of colorful black and radiant white interlacing back and forth. After all, Cassel is now a successful person, which is irrefutable. fact.
Even in a capital society, the upper class will look down on the nouveau riche. Even making money is a talent in itself, but they will not look down on successful artists.
A best-selling author who is also a kind of artist, Cassel has squeezed into the upper class society with his talents. He has fans from all walks of life, from the concierge to the mayor of a city, he can talk and laugh happily.
Jack bets that Sheila Bryan, who almost became Rick Castle's mother-in-law, has secretly regretted it. After all, with the recent popularity of the "Nikki Hitt" series, someone has He has returned to the ranks of the top ten most popular bachelors in New York.
However, Sheila Bryan took a deep breath and kept her expression straight, "Richard, this is never a question of money, but of character. If you had If you realize this early, Keira will never leave you."
After that, she held her head high and turned away as proudly as an old hen.
Ho, ho, kill, the two people watching the show couldn't bear to look at Cassel's expression at this moment.
"Wow, imagine, if you were really with Kayla, you would have to spend Thanksgiving with this person every year." Beckett's words made Cassel, who was still a little depressed and lost the verbal battle, couldn't help but laugh. Shivered.
Jack smacked his lips with regret, feeling a little unhappy, "I thought I would see the kind of person who cried bitterly and said that the lover should not have broken up in the first place, implying that Cassel and his daughter would continue to have a relationship. "
"Huh?" Beckett showed an expression of disgust and disdain, "Have you read too many of those vulgar novels that are popular in the market recently? I don't know why they give me goosebumps? The third-rate novels will be on the best-seller list one after another."
"Oh, are you talking about "Start 911, See How I Save the Twin Towers" or "The End of the Empire, Florida Tramp Saves America" again? Or "The King of Soldiers Returns, His Wife and Daughter Live in the Slums, and He Leads a Hundred Thousand Special Forces Soldiers to Revenge"? "
Cassel raised his eyebrows, "Although the novel is very vulgar, it turned out to be an unexpected short drama. ”
"Are you saying that the heroine is so good-looking that she always appears in swimsuits?" Beckett glanced at him with contempt and picked up the phone.
Jack did not dare to say a word throughout this conversation, for fear of being discovered that the instigator was at the scene.
"Let's go, the missing best man Mike was found by hotel security." Beckett shook his phone and took the lead towards the other end of the corridor.
When the three of them rushed to a storage room, Mike Waits, who was disheveled and sweaty, had just been helped out of it, and he looked a little delirious.
"Mr. Waits?"
"Mr. Weitz?"
Beckett called several times, but he didn't come back to his senses. He couldn't help but raise his voice slightly, "Mike!"
Mike Weitz subconsciously shouted He was startled, and then turned to look at her with a ferocious expression, "Where is that bitch Sophie? I'm going to kill her!"
"Then it seems you have no chance." Cassel He said it carelessly.
Beckett asked seriously, "What happened?"
"That bitch drugged me and left me in there." Mike Waits gasped, still not fully recovered from the effects of the drug.
Looking at his disheveled appearance, adults can guess what happened before.
Beckett summoned two police officers to help the best man back to the room. Jack checked his condition. It was not a big problem. He just needed to drink a few more glasses of water to let his body metabolize the remaining drug ingredients.
After waiting for a while, seeing that he was almost recovered, Beckett continued to ask, "Tell me what happened between you and Sophie last night?"
Mike Weitz just After hearing the news of the bridesmaid's death, the original excitement had calmed down, and her expression was more of shock than sadness.
"She seduced me. She flirted with me coquettishly. After leading me to the storage room, she gave me a glass of wine." "That glass of drugged wine?" Cassel tried to manage his expression. .
"Yes, it's really sick, isn't it? Who would drug a man? Girls just need to talk, right?" Mike Waits said and drank a large glass of water. .
"What's more, I also saw the set of underwear and suspenders she was wearing. Who would say no in that kind of atmosphere?"
"Uh-huh." Stop. The two men across from him nodded simultaneously.
Beckett shook his head slightly, speechless, "Do you have any history before?"
"No." Mike Waits shook his head slightly, as if he was worried that he would be related to the death of the bridesmaid, He quickly explained in detail.
“I mean, we met once last year at Grete and Keira’s engagement, and to be honest, she’s the kind of girl you can’t look away from, but we haven’t since. Contact."
"So do you know why she drugged you?" Jack handed him another glass of water.
Mike Waits took the cup and drank it in one gulp, "Thank you, uh, I have no idea about this at all."
"Then do you remember any abnormal emotions she showed at that time? Fear, fear, anger or nervousness, etc." Beckett asked.
The unlucky best man tilted his head and tried to recall, "I felt like I had made up my mind. Damn it, I should have known that there was no pie falling from the sky. How could a beautiful girl like her suddenly fall in love with her? Me."
"Okay, have a good rest. If you think of anything later, please let us know in time." Beckett shook his head speechlessly and handed him a business card.
The three of them turned and left the room, returning to the bar where guests were still gathered. Beckett suddenly stopped and looked at Cassel, "What on earth was Sophie doing last night?"
Casel made a rigorous analysis, "She ran out to get the medicine midway, which means there must have been a premeditation."
"Then you knock Mike out and lock him in the storage room? What kind of premeditation is this?" Jack said that he listened to you as much as you did.
"Perhaps." Cassel suddenly looked enlightened, making people look forward to what other wild guesses this famous writer would have.
"Sorry, I didn't think of anything."
"Tsk." Beckett ignored this guy's trick and looked around to find the groom, Grete Murphy, eating alone in the corner. , then they remembered that they were planning to find the bride and groom for further inquiries.
However, when she turned around, Cassel had disappeared. "Where did he go?"
Jack shrugged, "I guess he went to find the bride."
Facing Beckett and Jack, the groom Gretel Murphy's attitude was quite good, and it was obvious that he was a very educated man. However, when the two asked about the situation of the deceased, his answer was slightly better than just asking three questions and not knowing.
"So, when was the last time you had contact with the deceased Sophie last night?" Beckett asked.
"It should be like everyone else. After the rehearsal dinner, everyone was in the bar. My uncle Teddy kept dragging me to drink. At about one o'clock, I sneaked back to my room, but I don't know exactly what happened. Sophie was not in the bar at that time."
Jack felt keenly that he seemed to be hiding something, because his eyes flickered when he said these words, but he didn't feel guilty. strangeness.
"So, you and the bride didn't sleep in the same room last night?" He felt like he had discovered a blind spot.
“Of course, according to tradition, seeing the bride before the wedding will bring bad luck.” The groom, Grete, frowned after finishing speaking, “Well, now it seems that this is completely unnecessary. Superstition."
"Uh." Jack shut up in time. He really didn't know there was such a tradition.
(End of this chapter)