Chapter 1102 Strange Cause of Death
"Please, Jack is trying to scare you. Alexis is probably just in love." Beckett also smiled and "comforted" someone.
"Love?" Cassel breathed a long sigh of relief, but the turn that someone expected didn't happen.
"So you don't mind Alexis falling in love before entering college?" Jack asked in surprise.
Cassel was even more surprised than Jack, "Why should you mind? Isn't enjoying the sweet and sour love at her age the best experience in life?
When did I become that old-fashioned thing in your eyes? I have always been the coolest dad in the eyes of Alexis’s classmates. ”
Seeing this guy quickly regaining his mood and smiling playfully in front of Beckett again, Jack suddenly felt his happiness leaving him quickly.
Sure enough, stereotypes are bad. There are real fathers in this world who don’t mind their little cabbage being fucked by pigs.
"OK, according to the reply from the county hospital, Dr. Monroe got off work at 6 o'clock last night, which means that she was killed one to two hours after getting off work.
I plan to go to the hospital later to investigate, hoping that her colleagues can tell us her whereabouts after this. ”
As soon as Beckett finished drawing the first point in time on the evidence board, Kevin Ryan, the other member of the duo, hurried into the office.
"Hey guys, Esposito asked the funeral director and he said he found a broken rear window early this morning and called the police on suspicion of an intruder.
I checked the police call record, but only because nothing was missing at the scene, and the patrolling police officers didn't even have time to check the house before the body was exposed. ”
"Were there any suspicious fingerprints found on the coffin or the rear window?" Beckett's eyes lit up.
Kevin put his hands in his pockets and looked a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I got struck out (nothing)."
So what was this guy excited about just now? Jack, who was looking through the deceased's cell phone records, looked at him speechlessly.
"But we still have hitters (and a chance)."
Behind Kevin, Esposito also walked into the office with a proud smile on his face.
"I checked Dr. Monroe's credit card records and found something unusual. During the past six months, she bought a cup of coffee almost every morning."
"Oh, it's so unusual for a doctor to buy coffee in the morning." Kevin, who had just received several eye rolls, took the opportunity to look down on his partner.
"What if it was purchased at a coffee shop 20 blocks away from where I live?" Esposito didn't understand what kind of nerve this guy had gone wrong, and suddenly jumped out to discredit himself.
"Is she on her way to work?" Cassel approached Jack again and wanted to know what he was looking at.
"No, the exact opposite direction." Esposito said while glaring at Kevin, startling him.
"Or maybe you have a boyfriend living nearby?" Jack said casually and simply handed the phone to Cassel.
"I'm going to go there and check it out now." Esposito said and turned around to leave, glaring at Kevin fiercely before leaving.
Kevin quickly followed him, "I'm with you." Cassel watched the two living treasures leave and got the deceased's cell phone, frowning, "Dr. Monroe used it when he got off work at 6 o'clock last night. I searched for hotels in Katona on my phone. Could this be related to the case?”
"Maybe she has some friends or relatives there?" Beckett guessed.
Cassell suddenly realized, "Or was he planning a secret meeting with his lover? Then his current boyfriend discovered it, so the flames of jealousy began to burn, and he impulsively killed her?"
"This vulgar plot is terrible." Beckett complained mercilessly about the great writer, "Lanny only found a small bruise from the back of the body's head to the neck, and no resistance injuries from the arms to the nails. This What kind of impulsive murder is this? ”
Cassel opened his mouth, but did not come up with any new conjectures. He was silenced by a rare rebuke.
At this time, Jack's cell phone rang, it was an unfamiliar landline number, and when the call was connected, the voice of medical examiner Lanie came out.
"Jack, come to my office sometime? Bring Kate (Beckett) and her writers."
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"It's unbelievable to me that you called Jack directly instead of me." Beckett complained to his forensic bestie as soon as he walked into the medical examiner's office.
Lanie was busy in front of a microscope and didn't even look up when she heard her complaint, "I know this is your case, but can you help me join the queue at the CSI lab?"
"Did you find some trace evidence?" Jack understood.
"Gray nylon fiber, I guess it's the kind used on plastic carpets, but if you want to find the manufacturer, the database at the CSI laboratory is the most complete. The evidence has been sent. I just need someone to help make a phone call. .”
Lanny then raised her head from the microscope and stepped aside to show her best friend to see for herself. Cassel curiously moved his head up.
"What's the cause of death?" Beckett looked at the autopsy table. It was obvious that the body had been disemboweled, but luckily Lanie covered it with a white cloth, so the scene wasn't too scary.
"This is also the reason why I came to Jack. After shaving part of the hair, the bruise marks became clearer." Lanny lifted the white cloth to reveal only the head of the deceased, and motioned for the professionals to come forward.
"Is this a hand knife?" Jack recognized the cause of the bruises at a glance and reached out to make a gesture, although he preferred to hit the carotid sinus.
Lanny showed an appreciative smile, "Hmm, judging from the size of the palm edge, the murderer is most likely a male, but he should have been wearing gloves. I did not collect any DNA traces except for the deceased.
And there is nothing wrong with my previous judgment. This is not a fatal injury. ”
She turned the body's head to the other side. "I found an injection needle hole on the other side of her neck. This was the real cause of death."
The deceased, Dr. Valerie Monroe, was a white woman in her early 30s. The skin on her neck was quite fair and firm, which made the small red injection needle hole extremely conspicuous under the light.
"There is no inflammatory reaction. You shouldn't have time to complete the toxicology analysis in such a short time, but you have determined the cause of death, so she was injected with a shot of air?" Jack guessed the answer instantly.
"Air embolism?" Cassel, who had been unable to speak, quickly answered.
"Very good, both of you." Lani gave the two of them a winking wink, "The injection technique was very decisive. If you ask me, the murderer is at least a medical staff with considerable experience."
(End of chapter)