Chapter 903 Torture
After driving Cassel to bed to regain his energy, Jack ate some sandwiches and called Jubal to learn about the progress of the investigation.
“CSI found Roger Hansen’s fingerprints inside the van. They almost tore the entire van apart to look for clues. The van was stolen a week ago and was later modified with the cabin removed.
They also confirmed that the blood stains in the car belonged to the driver. However, because this was an old car, hundreds of fingerprints were found, and they are still comparing them one by one. Yes, I hope something will be discovered.
In addition, I issued a nationwide announcement to inform all hospitals to pay attention to gunshot wound patients. I hope there will be something discovered. ”
Jack thanked Jubal and also asked him to hurry up and go to bed, leaving the rest of the work to him.
Not only did he and Jubal take turns, but everyone else also took turns to rest. This was the most efficient way before major progress was made.
Jack opened his computer and searched in the criminal database. He soon made a discovery and picked up the phone to call Stella Bonacilla.
Seeing the smile on his face after making several phone calls, Brian, who had just washed his face in the bathroom, quickly asked, "Did you find anything?"
Jack Handing him a Sig Sauer P320-XTen that was used by the Most Wanted Criminal Team, "The identity of the driver was found, and I retrieved the information of all associates who had shared criminal experiences with Roger Hansen.
It was discovered that in a bank robbery, a guy named Douglas Stevenson had been the driver of the getaway car for him, and he owned his own car repair shop.
The CSI lab just used this guy's fingerprints for reverse comparison and confirmed that it matches one of them. And because this guy has been in prison, his blood type is in the prison record, which is exactly Blood type B. "
"Do you know his whereabouts? "Brian checked the pistol Jack handed him, stuffed it into his lower back, and asked murderously.
Jack shrugged, "Maybe, he has a sister who is a nurse, and coincidentally Yes, she happened to be on sick leave today. "
"So you want me to go with you? "Brian's eyes became a little dangerous.
"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to waste time on applying for a search warrant, but it's not in line with the rules, so I won't bother the NYPD and my colleagues."
Jack said He always had a harmless smile on his face when he said this.
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“I thought you would just break in.” Standing outside an apartment door, Brian was quite impatient as he watched Jack take out the lockpicking tools.
“Although I really don’t care much about complaints, you must also think about Detective Beckett’s career.” Jack tilted his head slightly to signal to Beckett beside him, and his movements were not affected at all. He fiddled with the door lock and then pushed the door open.
Originally, he only wanted to bring Brian here, and told Beckett that he just wanted her to help look after Cassel, who was still sleeping. However, she insisted on coming, and had no choice but to ask Jiejie to help look after him.
"You are" A young woman was eating potato chips and watching TV in the living room. When she saw a few people suddenly barging in, she was about to scream. " Of course, an unidentified gangster attempted to break into the house and attacked the owner, but was frightened away by an NYPD detective who happened to be passing by. As a result, he accidentally discovered the suspect hiding in the room. What do you think of this story? "
< br>As he spoke, Jack pushed open the bedroom door inside. The Sig Sauer in his hand pointed at a man who heard the noise and was struggling to get out of bed.
"Douglas Stevenson, you are under arrest."
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"Where did you send the three kidnapped girls? Your partner Roger Hansen Where? Who hired you? "
Beckett put his hands in his pockets and looked coldly at the man with a bandage on his shoulder, trying to look indifferent.
"I have nothing to say." Douglas even smiled. "So are you willing to bear all the charges alone? You killed a man with your car and were charged with triple kidnapping. Do you know how many years you will be in jail?
Tell me where those three girls are and I will plead for you in front of the judge. "Beckett said coldly.
"I want to see a lawyer, and remember to call an ambulance for me. "Douglas turned his head and said that he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore.
"You are wasting your time. "Brian held a bottle of "Mr. Mighty" he found in the bathroom and said dissatisfiedly.
Jack spread his hands and expressed helplessness, "There has to be a process, right? ”
After the meaningless conversation went on for a few more minutes, he finally didn't want to wait any longer, raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Kate, it's our turn."
Kate Beckett looked back He glanced at the two of them and left the bedroom with a dark face without looking back. Jack made a gesture of invitation to Brian, followed by himself and closed the door.
Seeing the two people acting like this, Douglas became obviously nervous and subconsciously straightened up on the bed.
"I have the right to remain silent. After I said I didn't want to talk, you have no right to interrogate me. I won't say anything without a lawyer present."
"I am not a police officer." Brian spoke concisely, put "Mr. Mighty" on the table, and took out a pair of vise from his pocket.
"Well, I'm the FBI, but I suffered from an emergency called 'intermittent blindness' today. If necessary, I can ask the doctor to issue a certificate for you later."
Jack leaned on the corner of the bed. There was an expectant look on the look on the side of the cabinet. He had only seen the CIA's waterboarding before. Judging from Brian's posture, it was obviously another interrogation method that he had never seen before.
"Then who are you?" Douglas's face, which was already pale due to excessive blood loss, instantly turned pale. Just as he was about to try to dodge, Brian grabbed the wound on his shoulder.
"Ah!" As he screamed, the bandage that had only a little blood seeping out was suddenly stained red. Brian used so much force that he even directly dug his fingers into the wound.
"I'm going to sue you, both of you." Douglas jumped up on the bed like a live fish pulled out of the water, kicking his legs desperately, but Brian only relied on one His hands held him firmly.
"First pray that you can go to jail alive." Seeing that this guy still couldn't figure out the situation, Jack twitched the corner of his mouth and showed an extremely cruel smile.
"Ah! God! Ah! Stop! Ah!!!"
Listening to the shrill screams coming from the house, Beckett was quite uneasy. It was not that he sympathized with the criminals' plight, but simply that Worried about what to do if the woman who was knocked unconscious by Jack wakes up on the sofa.
Less than 5 minutes later, the bedroom door was opened again, and Jack, holding the mobile phone, nodded slightly at her, indicating that it was done.
Beckett looked into the bedroom with some curiosity, and saw Douglas holding his left hand and screaming in pain on the bed.
Two nails on his left hand were pulled out, and what was dripping on them was not blood, but dark blue "Mr. Mighty" toilet cleaner.
At this time, the phone in Jack's hand was connected. He said as he walked, "Madam, it's me. The address is a farm next to Highway 301, less than 100 kilometers away from here. I need a SWAT team. ”
(End of this chapter)