Chapter 1108 Clues to the mysterious man


Chapter 1108 Clues of the Mysterious Man

While Calderon was recounting his alibi, Jack turned his attention to the bedroom with the door open.

Although there were some gray patterns on the carpet there, it was a high-grade wool carpet, which did not match the nylon fibers found on the deceased.

So he shook his head slightly at Beckett, indicating that Dr. Monroe most likely did not die in this suite.

However, when the female police detective took out the surveillance screenshot and asked Caesar Calderon if he had seen the man in the photo, who was theoretically the last man Dr. Monroe saw before his death, something unexpected happened. Harvest.

However, it was not the drug lord himself who provided the clues, but his younger brother Manuel, who had been standing behind him silently.

“I’ve seen this guy before, a few times, Valerie asked me to drop her off in front of a nearby restaurant while I was driving her home, and one time I saw this The man stood there waiting for her. "

Manuel also had a little sadness on his face when he spoke. It seemed that just like what the director of the county hospital said, Dr. Monroe was indeed quite approachable. female.

After learning the name of the restaurant from him, the three of them immediately stood up and left.

Leaving the Fairclose Hotel, Beckett called Kevin and asked him to come and verify Calderon’s alibi with the hotel. He took two followers to the hotel called " Amelia's restaurant.

"Having a special reader, I thought you would be as excited as ever to show off to us." Jack was very puzzled by someone's reticence along the way.

Cassell, who was sitting in the exclusive passenger seat next to Beckett, looked back at him and said strangely, "I know you hate drug dealers, even if he is a big drug lord who has given up on drugs long ago, but still Enjoying the luxurious life brought by the blood-stained money

In fact, I was worried after entering the room just now, if you suddenly pulled out a gun and killed him, how should I make up a round for you. Past story. "

"Thank you, but please correct my image in your mind. I am a law enforcer, not a paranoid vigilante." Instead of being moved, Jack replied. An eye roll.

Obviously since his last trip to Paris, his image in the minds of great writers has been completely subverted.

From a law-abiding FBI agent to a superhero who hates evil and does whatever it takes to do justice, or a secret agent who is as awesome as his father and walks in the darkness.

Beckett, who was driving, glanced at the two of them suspiciously. When Cassel returned to New York alone with the two girls, he made up a rather outrageous story for her.

He single-handedly entered the trafficker's lair, shot a little Karami with his bow from left and right, and heroically rescued two little girls who were almost sold.

The smart female police detective guessed that there must be many ulterior secrets. Some clues can be guessed from a series of vague news reports that broke out in Paris at that time.

Besides, if Cassell had this ability, it would have been a long time coming, but if the protagonist in it was replaced by Jack, it seemed very reasonable.

But Beckett didn't have as much curiosity as someone else. In fact, even Cassel had never asked what Jack and his father did after he left Paris with the two girls.

"Actually, I have been thinking about it, is there a possibility that the relationship between them is not love but family affection, and Dr. Monroe is actually Calderon's daughter?"

Casey Er told the "amazing" conjecture he had figured out along the way, and became more and more confident as he spoke.

“Imagine, in order to protect his wife and daughter, Calderon had to...” “Dr. Valerie Monroe is pure blond and blue-eyed, and her facial features are also typical of the Nordic race. They are related by blood. The possibility is almost zero." Jack killed Cassell's plot idea in one sentence.

"But you can't deny that this is a wonderful idea. The heinous drug lord, his wife and daughter who were forced to remain anonymous, and the unexpected reunion after many years.

I wanted to recognize each other but had many worries, and finally my enemy found out and killed me. , had to swallow the bad consequences he had made many years ago."

Casel raised his eyebrows at Jack triumphantly, but the latter always felt that this plot seemed familiar.

Beckett pulled over and unbuckled his seat belt with a quick movement, "You guys share your writing experience slowly, and I'll ask the clerk if he has seen the man in the photo."

At this moment, Before 11 noon, there was still some time before the lunch rush hour, Beckett walked into the restaurant alone to ask, so Follower A and Follower B could only lean beside Beckett's plainclothes police car and scroll through their mobile phones in boredom.

"Alexis said you've never won money in Las Vegas. Is that true?" Jack suddenly asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Cassel looked over and asked, "Ah? Are you chatting with her?"

"Yes, I convinced her to give her motorcycle to her It was replaced by an electric scooter with a top speed of only 30 miles per hour.”

Now Margrave Town not only makes electric three-wheelers, but also obtained the authorization from the Italian company to make the appearance. An electric scooter similar to the Vespa scooter sells for more than 6,000 US dollars, which is more expensive than the original oil-burning scooter.

At this time, Beckett also walked out of the restaurant, with a hint of surprise on his expression, "The waiter said that he is a regular lunch customer here and has not been here today, but they don't know the man's name."< br>


Cassel obviously didn't believe that things would go so smoothly, "Maybe he is the murderer and has run away. We should directly call the surveillance and then search the credit card records, and we should be able to find his identity."

Beckett. There was no rebuttal, "Maybe, but we can also choose to wait here for a while. The receptionist said he usually shows up at 11 o'clock."

"But I'm a little hungry." Cassel made it deliberately A pitiful look.

“You can choose to wait until 11:30 and then walk into the restaurant in front of us for lunch with us, or you can walk to the corner now, where I just saw a food truck selling Mexican chicken tacos. "

Jack said angrily, and turned to ask Beckett.

"Kate, you don't strike me as the kind of woman who is prone to overflowing with motherhood. Why do you like such an old boy who doesn't grow up?"

"I like him?" The female police detective's almond-shaped eyes widened. It was as if I heard some incredible joke.

Casel looked around for a while, deliberately pretending not to hear the conversation between the two, but he actually found out.

“Look, it’s him!”

The two of them followed his line of sight and saw the middle-aged white man in the photo who had just gotten out of the taxi and was walking quickly with his hands in his pockets. Come this way.

(End of this chapter)

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