Chapter 1105 Greg Galaxy
"I knew this guy was the male nurse version of Jack, the girl's dream lover."
Cassel's words didn't know what kind of expression Jack should respond to. It obviously didn't sound like a good thing, but it didn't make people want to refute it.
Kevin looked at Jack and raised his chin to hold back his smile, expressing that he couldn't agree more with Cassel's words.
"OK, that's what I thought, but Dr. Zims insisted that their relationship was purely platonic, so I did a deeper investigation and found out..."
While speaking, he pulled out a blank board from next to the evidence board, then took out a photo from the thick document bag in his hand and pasted it up.
Kevin pasted a photo of Greg McClintock in the middle of the whiteboard, and then, under Cassell's eyes that widened even more, he pasted photos of nine beautiful female doctors in succession, surrounding him like the sun. middle.
Finally, he wrote a title at the top of the whiteboard, "Greg's Galaxy."
Kevin raised his hand to introduce himself, "Every woman here surrounds Greg and regards him as their close friend."
"Oh, you actually found a big stallion?" Cassell's expression was more of envy than shock.
Even Jack curiously observed the photos of women surrounding Greg, and was surprised to find that these nine female doctors not only had different skin colors and hair colors, but also had a wide range of ages.
"But the strange thing is that I have talked to all the 'planets' in this 'system', and they all deny that they have slept with Greg, but they are not shy about admitting that they have a special relationship.
And the forensic team has checked the entire hospital, and there is no carpet fiber that matches what we found on the deceased. ”
It was clearly expressed that he had done everything in vain, but Kevin didn't have much regret on his face, and even had a strange smile full of satisfaction.
Considering that it only took this guy half a day to complete the entire "Greg Galaxy" exploration, Jack thought that if he did not become a police detective, but instead became a paparazzi reporter specializing in collecting celebrity gossip, it might be easier for him to achieve something. cause.
It took Cassel a long time to close his half-open mouth, and then he asked unwillingly.
"This makes no sense. If you're not going to sleep with girls, why are you wasting your time listening to their nagging complaints and spending money on buying them gifts?"
Beckett, who came up from behind him, just heard these unhealthy words. The female police detective's silent appearance frightened the writer who was blabbering.
"Maybe he's a gay? Is he really those women's best friend?" Kevin guessed.
"Judging from the situation when he tried to seduce me, no, he is a straight man." Beckett is very confident.
Seeing that even Cassel, who always had a clear mind, could not figure out the key, everyone no longer planned to continue exploring.
At least for now, the suspicion of Greg McClintock, the super warm-hearted nurse who aspires to become a central air-conditioning nurse in the county hospital, has been ruled out for the time being.
"This is the financial situation of the victim Valerie Monroe." Jack handed Beckett a thin piece of information, which was of course compared to the thick document bag in Kevin's hand just now. "Since graduating from medical school, she has been making minimum payments on her $440,000 student loan each month."
Kevin was obviously frightened by the amount of the loan, and his little eyes widened, "It costs so much to be a doctor? Fortunately, I became a policeman."
Jack smirked back at him, it took more than money to be a doctor in this country, and Valerie Monroe was just a physician.
If you want to become a heart surgeon like someone's ex-boyfriend, not only may it cost more than a million, but the cost of time and energy required is also extremely huge, usually taking 12 to 15 years.
Therefore, handsome young surgeons usually only appear in movies and TV dramas, or they come from medical families. Most of those who can reach the stage of specialist doctors are basically bald and middle-aged.
Jack continued, "But in the last six months, she started to repay 10,000 US dollars per week, which is 40,000 US dollars a month. However, I have confirmed that her salary income has not increased significantly during this period."
Cassel showed a surprised expression, "Even your FBI didn't find the source of the money?"
"Let me finish." Jack was speechless to this impatient guy. "We found the source in her account flow. It was a remittance from a secret overseas account. The specific information is still under investigation, but it will take time."
There were all experienced police detectives present, and Jack didn't need to emphasize it to understand that it was unusual. A physician in a public hospital suddenly received a large amount of funds from a secret overseas account in the past six months. It was too strange to look at it.
"So what did you get there?" Cassel looked at the photo in Beckett's hand.
The female police detective directly pasted the photo in her hand on the evidence board. The picture was a bit blurry, and it was obviously a screenshot from a surveillance video. In the photo, Dr. Valerie Monroe was standing with a strange man, and there was a car parked next to her. Emergency vehicle.
"Greg didn't lie. I found this footage from the hospital surveillance near the emergency ambulance aisle. Dr. Monroe did leave with other men after get off work."
Jack looked at the photo carefully. Although the resolution was average, it completely captured the front face of the victim Valerie Monroe. Unfortunately, the man standing with her only had a side profile. He could vaguely tell that he was in his forties or fifties. middle-aged white man.
"Give me a copy. Maybe I can ask the operations center to run facial recognition, but it probably won't be until tomorrow."
This case does not belong to the FBI, but Jack is still in charge of Dana Moage's cooperation project and serves as a liaison officer between the FBI and local law enforcement agencies such as the NYPD.
Even without this relationship, with his current popularity in the New York office, he no longer needs to go through Alice and can go directly to the IT geeks for help.
Beckett raised his hand and looked at the time, "Thank you FBI for your assistance. It's getting late. Does anyone want to have a late-night snack? I'll take it."
"Aha, I heard that a new roast duck restaurant has opened near Wall Street. I've always wanted to try it." Cassell quickly raised his hand and suggested.
"You mean the one that sells them for 98 dollars each?" Jack immediately refused, not because he was saving money for the female detective with a "meager" income, but because he had already tried it.
Let’s put aside whether it is authentic or not. After all, there are differences between the taste of Lao Americans and the people of Seris. Authenticity does not necessarily mean delicious to them. He simply thinks that the price/performance ratio is too low.
(End of chapter)