Chapter 1106 The Doctor and the Drug Lord
In the end, Cassel was unable to eat the roast duck he longed for. The Chinese takeaway from Chinatown still took on the responsibility of late night snack, but Jack promised to take time to cook it for him later. .
The Wolf Brothers’ farm raises a flock of Cherry Valley ducks, which are a breed created by a British company called “Cherry Valley Farm” using a cross between Peking ducks and Elesbury ducks.
Compared with the traditional Peking duck, this kind of duck has a higher lean meat content and a faster growth rate. Nowadays, the raw material of roast duck eaten by most Seris people is actually Cherry Valley duck.
Barbecued pork wrapped in lettuce and crepe can be regarded as an alternative shawarma. The taste of pig's trotter rice is as popular as ever. Kassel, who did not eat roast duck, grabbed a roasted squab. Chew with relish.
When Esposito stepped out of the elevator smelling the aroma of barbecue that spread throughout the office, he subconsciously covered his growling stomach.
“Where have you been?” Beckett, who was biting a burrito and reading some information, asked casually.
“Drink coffee.” Esposito took the fried beef dumplings from Jack, put it under his nose and took a deep breath.
Kevin was already wiping his mouth with a tissue, and was a little surprised when he heard his answer, "Drinking coffee took you all afternoon and half of the night?"
Esposito was not angry. She glared at him, "I found the cafe that Dr. Monroe went to almost every day, right next to the Fairclose Hotel.
I showed her photo to the hotel manager and learned that our victim came to the hotel almost every Monday through Friday night and stayed overnight in a long-term rental suite. ”
Jack felt that things were getting more and more interesting. The Fairclose Hotel was not a cheap motel. Even if it rented out a suite for a long time, the monthly cost would be more than 50,000 US dollars. .
“No, it was not the doctor who rented the suite, but Cesar Calderon. "Esposito opened his computer and called up a piece of information.
Hearing the name, Cassel jumped up from his seat as if there were springs on his butt, "Yes. That Calderon? "
"Do you know him? "Jack was startled by this guy and threw a pack of wet wipes over to signal him to wipe his greasy paws clean.
"Calderon was a famous drug lord in Colombia in the 1990s, nicknamed 'The Devil'. Although he is not as famous as "Medellin" and "El Chapo Guzman", he is definitely notorious.
I once looked up some information about him, and I heard that he had been living in seclusion in New York after spending a lot of money to get rid of the wanted arrest by the Colombian authorities.”
Cassell’s expression can be described as elated. Gossip written all over his face.
"The beautiful doctor had a secret meeting with the drug lord late at night, and the angel who healed and saved people spent the night with the devil who trafficked in evil."
Someone's mental state of excitement lasted until the next morning. When people walked into the elevator leading to the high-rise suites of the Fairclose Hotel, Cassell was still talking non-stop.
"The famous criminal lives in a secret suite in a high-end hotel, very Al Capone style."
Jack resisted the urge to kick him out of the elevator and pressed the button to enter Twenty-Six He pressed the elevator button on the first floor and asked the long-legged beauty beside him who was also speechless, "What do you think of this story about the doctor and the drug lord?"
"I don't know, but it's okay to inject air into the victim's neck. Like the murder methods of a drug lord." Beckett looked thoughtful.
Casel raised a finger and said mysteriously, "Unless Calderon deliberately wanted to cover up others' eyes and turn the suspicion to the hospital employees to prevent the body from being discovered." "Bad review "The plot is too blunt." Jack's merciless contempt made Cassel's face drop and he looked at the beautiful police detective pitifully.
Beckett suppressed his laughter and forced himself to ignore Cassel's funny expression, "I just don't understand why a respected doctor would be willing to get involved with a notorious drug lord."
"This is The best part of the explanation." Cassel snarled again, "If men aren't bad, women won't love them."
Neither Jack nor Beckett expressed any objection to this.
The elevator door opened with a ding, and the three of them left the elevator one after the other and stepped into the corridor. Jack looked down at the carpet, which was dark red.
The high-end hotel costs US$1,600 a night. The decoration style is quite luxurious. The main colors are gold and red, making people feel like they are in a palace.
Cassell continued to be immersed in his creative inspiration, "'Caesar Calderon, the super villain, who knows what kind of one we are about to step into."
while singing an aria. While reading the narration, he did not forget to press the doorbell for Beckett very gentlemanly, and then continued.
". A twisted, depraved and evil world."
"Do you need me to lend you a pistol to be brave?" Jack lifted his coat to reveal his Sig Sauer pistol and successfully shot Stop this guy's nagging.
Just then the door opened, and an ordinary-looking Latino man in his forties appeared at the door. He looked at everyone with vigilance, and his eyes happened to fall on the gun and police badge on Jack's waist. .
Caesar Calderon should be in his 60s this year. This man obviously did not fit the description in the information, so Jack introduced himself first.
"Hello, sir, I am Detective Jack Tavole, this is Detective Kate Beckett from the NYPD, and Richard Cassel, we are here to find Caesar Calderon, I want to talk to him."
The middle-aged Latino man put away his vigilance and forced a smile, "I'm sorry, but I think you guys left the room. I haven't heard of Caesar. ”
If his smile was more sincere, maybe Jack would believe it and look at the room number again, or he might suspect that the hotel manager gave the wrong information.
But someone has never been patient with drug dealers. If he hadn't been playing crime-solving games with Cassel to relax, even if that 'devil' Caesar Calderon was now aboveboard with his legal status. Living in New York, he wouldn't mind visiting at another time and under another identity.
Just when Jack's face darkened and he narrowed his eyes dangerously, about to get angry, a man's voice with a heavy Spanish accent came from the room behind the middle-aged Latino man.
"Richard Cassel? Is it the famous writer, Richard Cassel?"
The voice is slightly weak, indicating that the physical condition of the speaker is not very good Good, but with a tone that sounds like someone who has been around for a long time, like someone who is used to giving orders.
“Let them in, Manolo, let them in.”
The corners of Cassel’s proudly raised lips are harder to suppress than those of AK. This expression is like someone who dodges by shaking his head. The leader of Bullet and Return of the King is exactly the same.
(End of this chapter)