Chapter 722 The Real Murderer
Sometimes the sea surface is calm, but it does not mean that there is not an active volcano that is about to erupt underneath, just like Beckett's overly calm face at this time.
Just ten minutes ago, I don’t know if it was because the weather was too cold at night. After reviewing the beautiful past for a few minutes, the man and woman on the opposite roof hugged each other, and then Jack and Hannah You could clearly hear the snapping sound of Beckett's knuckles as he clenched his fists.
There was no need for any lip-reading skills later on, because for the next five minutes, the lips of the two people on the opposite roof never separated.
“Shouldn’t we stop them?” Hannah glanced at Jack, and then secretly glanced at Beckett with some fear.
Jack was also secretly looking at the female detective like her. He looked away and shook his head, "Although Cassel is a bit stupid, his moral limit has not been that low. Keira is already a thing of the past to him. . ”
Of course this is false, and even the other way around, but who told him to have two women standing next to him now?
Generally speaking, for most men, when they clearly know that they do not have to take responsibility or that there will be no trouble afterwards, whether they are facing their ex-girlfriend or someone else’s fiancée, A positive BUFF that increases attack speed, not to mention the two combined into one.
After all, normal people don’t like to be minotaurs or misfortunes, but the reason why NTR themes have so many audiences is because most people have assumed their roles as Huang Mao.
Of course this situation is impossible in reality, because whether it is an ex-girlfriend or someone else's girlfriend, fiancée or even wife, this usually means trouble, and the combination of the two is a huge trouble.
As a middle-aged man with two ex-wives, Cassel obviously knows this better than anyone else, so Jack believes that even if moral issues are put aside, he cannot be so stupid.
Sure enough, after the two left the roof, when the tracking trio saw Cassel putting Kayla into a taxi and then waving goodbye on the roadside, they all breathed a sigh of relief. .
This time someone has passed the test and passed the danger. This can be seen from the slightly upturned corners of Beckett's mouth when he left.
The next morning, when Jack and Hannah came to the 12th Precinct with some information, they saw a man and woman with a slightly strange atmosphere.
Casel sat at the desk without saying a word. Beckett lowered his head and was busy and ignored him. The coffee between the two of them was no longer hot. Obviously, this state has already This lasted for a while, and they didn't even notice the two FBI agents standing not far away.
In the end, Cassel, who still felt guilty, couldn't stand this cold war-tinged stalemate, so he chose to be frank and lenient, "I met her yesterday."
Seeing that he was willing to be beaten and scolded, As obedient as a primary school student who took the initiative to admit his mistakes to his parents, Beckett struggled to keep his face expressionless and stared at him with a straight look. Until finally he couldn't stand it any longer, so he took out a few files from his hands. photo.
“I know.”
“What?”
Casel looked at the scene of his and Keira’s tryst on the “Secret Rooftop” last night, especially that There are several close-ups of the two kissing, looking at Beckett in disbelief, and then spotting the two FBI agents walking towards him.
When ordinary people are exposed to some shameful privacy, in addition to being embarrassed by society, the most common thing is to become angry. Cassel is not an ordinary person. He is more curious about why, "Are you spying on me? And you?" "No. You are spying on Keira, she is a suspect." Beckett tried to use the trick, but was directly exposed by Cassel.
"Come on, Sophie's death was an isolated crime of passion, I understand you, you can't waste police energy on something like this."
"I There was no waste of police force, I took the photo myself, and I had to ensure that you wouldn't do anything stupid, but I didn't expect you to do it anyway." Beckett simply showed off.
“So you are the principal culprit, and these two idle FBI agents are the accomplices, right?”
In a very childish effort, Cassell tried to provoke an argument in a questioning tone in order to change the topic and everyone's attention, and then quietly stole the photo from under everyone's nose.
"Alexis told me that she eavesdropped on your and Kayla's phone calls, but she didn't know where your 'secret roof' was, so she asked Martha again."
As Hannah spoke, she patted Cassel’s thieving hand away, took the photos from under his hand and admired them, “The angle is really perfect, so photography is also your hobby? , dear?”
In fact, Beckett and Cassel have the same view, “Are you two guys really so free? The FBI has no case for you? Give it to me. If Kayla is really the murderer, this may be used as evidence in court. "Of course Kayla is not the murderer," Jack said before Cassel could argue for his old lover again. He held up the information in his hands and said, "We two idlers have helped you identify the suspect. Since you are so ungrateful, we won't bother you."
Cassell's next performance perfectly demonstrated what it means to be arrogant but respectful. Not only did he respectfully give up his seat for the two of them to sit down, he also went out of his way to make two cups of coffee and serve it to them personally.
Hannah took a sip, with a flash of surprise in her eyes, "The coffee from your police station is much stronger than the rag water from our FBI."
Beckett covered his forehead and explained. , "The day after Cassel became a consultant to the police department, he sponsored an espresso machine worth $1,600 because he thought our coffee was too bad."
Jack also tasted it, He exclaimed, "Wow, it seems that when our wanted criminal group is officially established, we should also invite a talented writer to become our consultant."
"I can sponsor a complete set of kitchen equipment, as long as each of you They call me every party." Cassel couldn't wait. "Who is the murderer?"
"There is still a lack of direct evidence, but sufficient circumstantial evidence and clear motives have been found, which should be enough for you to apply for a search warrant." Jack said and put the information on Beckett's desk.
In fact, the case is not complicated, but as a local police department, the NYPD has a somewhat cumbersome procedure for obtaining information from other places, especially files from other states. It is much simpler to let the FBI do this.
"Do you suspect that he is Teddy Murphy, the uncle of the groom Gretel?" Cassel couldn't wait to open the information and recognized the fat old man in it at a glance. Yesterday, he was Gretel's uncle. 's lawyer appeared in the 12th Precinct.
(End of this chapter)