Chapter 1157 Antisocial Personality (two chapters in one)
"Then the reason why the lieutenant colonel's name is not removed from the website is to maintain the credibility of the website, right?" It was obvious that Clay was a little disgusted with this approach.
"This is also a form of protection." Jane could see the former SEAL's displeasure and continued to explain, "Dorian Hobart was arrested by ATF more than two months ago, but it has not been publicized.
The joint task force hopes to use his website to monitor the movements of dangerous elements.
I can assure you that there have been no warnings of risk to Lieutenant Colonel Barnes and his family during this time, otherwise we would have intervened long ago. ”
"So in your opinion, the death of Lieutenant Colonel Barnes' wife has nothing to do with extremist organizations or terrorists?" Jack said before a possible dispute occurred.
"Of course." Jane's tone was very sure, "For those people, killing is never the purpose, publicity is, what do you think? Agent Spencer (Clay)."
Clay subconsciously wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't say anything more.
Although it was difficult for him to accept this approach emotionally, Jane was at least right about one thing. If this thing was really done by an extremist organization, someone would have jumped out and claimed responsibility for it.
So the atmosphere of the lunch was once again harmonious. After all, Jane was one of our own, and the wanted criminal team was here to help NCIS.
Except for Clay, who was a retired SEAL and felt a little uncomfortable with this approach, everyone else understood.
After lunch, Jane offered to stay and help. In her words, no matter what they did with the ATF joint task force, they also posed an adverse threat to Lieutenant Colonel Barnes and his family, so they naturally had the responsibility to rule out related possibilities. sex.
Of course everyone understands, everyone knows why she wants to stay.
So when Jack mentioned that he had made some other discoveries and was going to the Eastern Psychiatric Research Center in Baltimore, Maryland, he had no choice but to choose Aubrey as his companion.
Jubal and Clay are going to the psychological counseling service center where the victim Valerie Barnes works to retrieve the resumes of all patients who have received her treatment. Jiejie and Hannah are very "friendly" and say they want to send Jane to Let's go back to the police station together.
Under Jack's threatening gaze, Aubrey, who was sitting in the passenger seat and looking like he was watching a good show, still chose to raise his hands in surrender and asked about the business.
"OK, can you tell me now, what are we going to do in the mental hospital?"
"When Alice was investigating Valerie Barnes' past, she discovered that she had worked as a forensic psychologist in Maryland for a long time, and the old injury on her face should have occurred during that time. ”
Jack turned on his police lights as soon as he got onto the highway. It would take more than half a day to go back and forth from Richmond to Baltimore, so he needed to hurry up.
"Do you suspect that the injuries on her face were caused by an attack by a prisoner back then? This can explain why we were unable to find the medical records at that time. The relevant materials were probably sealed for some reason."
Before Aubrey finished speaking, he subconsciously grabbed the handle above the car window. Jack's driving style could easily make people think that they were in a highway chase.
"It's not a prisoner. I've found it. George Bolton. Are you familiar with this name?" Jack asked.
"Serial killer and ogre, I have read his files, which are chilling."
Aubrey was stunned, but then confused, "I remember that he failed the pre-trial evaluation and was sentenced to spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital, so it was because he attacked Valerie who was evaluating him.
But isn’t this the best alibi? Are you planning to confirm with your own eyes whether this lunatic has escaped from the mental hospital? ”
"No, I have confirmed with the mental hospital. George Bolton has been staying in his single cell and not going anywhere, but I asked the hospital for his visitor record. Guess what?"
Jack threw his work phone to Aubrey and let him look through the files on it. There were records related to George Bolton's attack on Valerie and photos of his injuries.
"Two weeks ago, Valerie went to visit George Bolton and had a private meeting for nearly an hour?" Aubrey's expression was a bit wonderful, just like the various messy plots that were emerging in his heart at this time.
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Mental hospitals that house mentally ill patients who have committed serious crimes are actually not much different from high-level prisons. In a sense, the security measures of such mental hospitals are even higher.
Because the patients in it are more dangerous than some extremely vicious criminals.
If you ignored the full set of locks on George Bolton, the guy looked quite polite, and even smiled a friendly smile when Jack and Aubrey sat down opposite him.
According to the information, this guy was 36 years old when he was arrested, which was more than ten years ago. But if you ignore his long gray hair, just judging from his face, he doesn’t look like a man in his late fifties at all. people.
The middle-aged white man with a very elegant face changed into a suit and put on glasses, and it was okay to say that he was a university professor.
"This is really a surprise. When I got up today, I didn't expect that I would have two strange visitors. Who are you?" George Bolton's eyes couldn't stop wandering on the two visitors.
"Special Agent Jim Aubrey, this is Agent Jake Tavole, we're from the FBI."
Compared with Jack, who often visited various prisons with Rosie and visited serial killers to record psychological analysis reports, Aubrey seemed a little uncomfortable.
Although this is not the first time he has dealt with a serial killer, this is the first time he has seen a man-eating one.
However, before the two of them could explain their intention, after seeing the FBI ID, George Bolton couldn't help but darken, "That's really regrettable. How did she die?"
Before Jack and Aubrey could answer, he continued on by himself, "You are here to ask about Valerie, right?"
"Who told you she was dead?" Although he had done a lot of rehearsals on the way here, George Bolton's straight-to-the-point words still caught Aubrey somewhat unexpectedly.
"Please, my case has been over a long time ago, what else can the FBI come to me for? Young man, your face has made it clear what you want to say. You think I am related to her death, right?" ”
George Bolton became excited within a few words, "Although this guess is reasonable, you may have overlooked a small problem"
He raised the handcuffs on his hands that were connected to the shackles, making a jingling sound.
Because he had agreed with Jack on the way here that he would deal with this guy, Aubrey quickly adjusted his mood and re-entered the state, "Perverts always become friends with perverts, don't they?"
He paused, spreading his hands to look frank, "To be honest, we came in a hurry, and we didn't even have time to check your records over the years. Why don't we make a deal, and you tell us directly, in your Who is the most suspicious among those perverted pen pals?
As a reward for saving us time, I can intercede with the hospital for you and help you improve the quality of food or accommodation, or increase some time for relaxation? ”
"Ha!" George Bolton laughed out loud, "Then you really think too highly of me. I won't do that."
As if aware of the ambiguity in his words, he quickly corrected, "What I mean is that I will not hurt Valerie. She is one of the few people I respect, and it is even less possible for me to instigate others to hurt her. ”
Aubrey looked at Jack and saw that he didn't say anything. He took out a newly printed photo from the information bag in his hand. On it, Valerie, who was still very young at the time, had severe bruises on the entire right side of her cheek.
"Oh, this." George Bolton's tone became a little careless, "It was just an unfortunate little accident."
Seeing the two FBI agents across from him staring at him fiercely, he actually looked a little embarrassed.
"Well, here's the thing, at the time, I thought that a little emotional outburst might, uh., help prove my mental state at the time, but it wasn't specifically directed at her."
George Bolton noticed Aubrey's disdainful expression as soon as he spoke, "I swear what I said is true. You should know from reading my file that if I wanted to kill her, she wouldn't have the slightest chance.
If I had wanted to kill her, she would have been dead, and I could have easily done that, right? ”
His fingers kept tapping next to the photo, and the crazy look in his eyes flashed away.
Jack has been looking down at George Bolton's file. This is a low-end version of Hannibal. He has had three victims with different skin colors, ages and genders. The only thing in common is that they all have the same gender. He had his share of holidays.
It can be as big as friction in life and work, or as small as just a few quarrels.
"Why?" Jack, who had never spoken, suddenly asked.
"Why?" George Bolton looked at Jack with a calm expression, and then showed a look of realization, "Oh, of course, you mean why did I know that Valerie was murdered?
Isn't this a very simple reasoning? She is the only person who has come to visit me in recent years. We talked about some interesting things, and less than half a month after everything happened, you showed up, FBI, what else could you do here? ”
Jack took out a bottle of orange soda from his pocket, opened the cap and pushed it in front of him, "Tell us, what did you talk about? Why do you think Valerie will be murdered."
"That's right, boss."
George Bolton's eyes lit up, he grabbed the soda bottle and took a sip first, then gave Jack a flattering smile.
"She told me that she had some, uh, little problems with one of her patients, and that the person's behavior might be similar to mine."
"You mean she met another serial murderer?" Aubrey sat up subconsciously.
"No, no, no, it's much more serious than that." George Bolton moved forward mysteriously.
"You mean another guy with a sociopath personality." Jack gave him the answer.
"Oh, you have done your homework in advance." George Bolton took another sip of soda. "I like you. I know that although you look younger than him, you are actually the boss."
Jack was unmoved by his flattery, "I'm not a boss, but as a former member of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Division, I do know a lot of sociopaths like you, and I know how to deal with you.
How about we make a small deal, tell everything you know, and I will arrange for you to join the BAU's psychological research project. After being imprisoned for so many years, I think you must have a lot of things that you can't wait to share with others, right? ”
This time even Aubrey could see that George Bolton was trying to show some degree of reserve, but was obviously unsuccessful.
"Okay, you win, boss."
He drank the last of the soda and shook the bottle regretfully.
"Well, sociopaths like me, I mean people like us, tend to do whatever it takes for a small purpose.
Lie, deceive, manipulate others, and do whatever they can to achieve their goals.
And anyone who might stand in our way, whether intentionally or unintentionally, will be seen as a stumbling block, an obstacle that needs to be eliminated. ”
"You're saying that Valerie Barnes realized that she had become a hindrance to a sociopath and came to you for help?" Aubrey understood somewhat.
George Bolton frowned and replied hesitantly, "In fact, she should have just suspected it at first, oh, damn, you psychologists are always so unprofessional, saying that you have to rule out all kinds of The possibility is actually just lack of confidence.”
He shook his hand, and the chains jingled again, "I helped her, yes, it was only after my reminder that Valerie realized that she was in danger. She accidentally made a mistake. Decision.
So she became very, very scared, even more so than being in the same room with me. ”
"Go on." Jack put down the information in his hand, gathered it up and put it back into the portfolio.
"If that's all, I can only regret to tell you that the transaction we just made is void, and you can continue to look forward to the next visitor."
"No, no, no, boss, you don't understand. Although Valerie didn't tell me the name of her patient, I know that their relationship must be very unusual."
George Bolton's smile became a little crazy, "It's like a dog suddenly biting its owner. The only possibility is that you abandoned it. Do you understand? I ate mine, the living one." .”
He seemed to enjoy Aubrey's discomfort at the words and even licked his lips, "What a great childhood memory, isn't it?"
"OK, thank you for your help. Someone from the BAU will ask you to sign some relevant documents later. Now you can return the bottle to me." Jack stood up and extended his hand to George Bolton.
(End of chapter)