Chapter 1274 Miranda Prisley
Wear gloves and checked the neck of the deceased, and found that the fatal strangle marks extended behind the deceased's ears. Jack basically confirmed the weapon, "Is it a scarf, a long towel or a shawl?"
Lanny nodded in appreciation, "The death time was about twelve to two in the morning, and I also found some blue hair left by the attacker on her collar."
Kassel took the evidence bag from her and looked at it. The thin hair inside obviously did not belong to humans. He picked up the photo under the sun and looked, "It looked like alpaca veal, why didn't it be transferred from the trash can where the body was found?"
"Because I had checked it before you came."
Lanni rolled her eyes at him and pointed to the forensic team that was still purging the trash can. She saw that the tarp on the ground next to the trash can was already piled with discarded fabrics and tailor scraps. "But at least one thing is certain, whether the murderer is him or her, he is at least strong enough to throw a body weighing more than 110 pounds into the trash bin."
Jack examined the deceased's fingers. The manicure on it broke several pieces, and there were also a few blue hair in the gap. "There is a high probability that he is a man, and the deceased has almost no ability to resist."
Then he looked up at the high place around the alley, and indeed failed to find any camera. "It seems that Director Regan's high-definition camera installation plan needs to be accelerated, and this place is around a very prosperous business district."
Seeing that police officers were taking notes for the two students who found the bodies, Beckett turned to Esposito and ordered.
"This is not a gathering place for homeless people, but it's better to have the police investigate around and see if there are any witnesses. We go to the place where the victim works, and you and Ryan go to her home.
There are no bars or nightclubs nearby. First of all, we need to know the specific reason why she appeared here last night."
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"Ariyas Clark Press." When Beckett showed the police badge to the guards in the first floor lobby, Cassel read out a row of gilded letters on the wall, then looked at the people around him, and then expressed his comments.
"I have not been to many publishers, but I have models and beautiful girls in and out. This is the first one. "Sky Bridge" is worthy of being a well-known fashion magazine."
Although not every girl who comes and goes, most of them have a thin bamboo pole figure similar to Anna's.
But it is undeniable that seeing so many girls with exquisite makeup and better dress and temperament than those beautiful and fashionable white-collar workers on the streets of New York, both Jack and Cassel have a dizzy and dazzling feeling.
"Is there such a little regret?" Jack ran someone in a narrow voice. "The Skybridge is the 'MLB' of fashion practitioners." Waving to the two men behind him, Beckett obviously heard their mutters.
Kassel's desire to survive was quite strong, and he quickly explained, "Unlike some playboys, I certainly say this as a bystander who is about to get married without any emotion."
Jack looked at this guy in amazement, wondering how shameless he was to be able to say such words without changing his face.
Beckett seemed generous, perhaps because in front of Jack, "It's okay, Cassel, just watch it if you want."
"Really?" The great writer was a little incredible when he helped her press the elevator button.
The three of them took the elevator to the 22nd floor. When they entered here, not only the girls dressed in models had less fabrics on them, but the girls who were obviously just assistants and staff also looked like stars.
Jack and Kassel stood together, both of whom were of top-notch appearance and temperament. As soon as the elevator door opened, many girls looked at the two of them. When it was full of flowers, the two green leaves seemed particularly conspicuous. In contrast, Beckett, who was usually tall and long, looked inconspicuous in such places.
"Okay, Kassel, you'd better restrain yourself." Seeing that some girls had already started to stuff business cards into Jack and Kassel's pockets, Beckett could only helplessly signal these two guys to collect the smell.
What is the difference between this scene in front of you and Tang Seng entering the Pansi Cave? "I have to admit that Miranda Prisley's authority in aesthetics is not yet able to challenge. She has discovered and made countless well-known designers and models famous, and is known as a keen eye for people."
Earing Becket's sigh, Jack felt a little strange. In his impression, the female police detective is not the type that is incompatible with gossip and fashion circles. How could she know Miranda Prisley so well, and her expression actually exudes an inexplicable tension.
Taking a deep breath, Beckett took out the police badge and pointed it in front of the seemingly busy female assistant at the front desk, "Hello, NYPD, we need to see Miranda Prisley."
The female assistant with long blonde hair looked at her phone without raising her head, "Do you make an appointment?"
"Did you miss the letters NYPD?" Cassel reminded very kindly.
I didn't expect that the beautiful female assistant who had been staring at the screen of the phone directly shouted a series of "No! No! No!", then threw away the phone and picked up the landline microphone on the table, screaming with a very fast speed, "Notify everyone! She will appear in 10 minutes!"
Then, in the stunnedness of the three visitors, you could see through the glass door that the entire floor was visible to the naked eye and fell into a certain degree of panic.
A middle-aged man wearing a sexy pink shirt inside appeared next to the female assistant, "Oh, damn, she should have arrived at 10:30."
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The female assistant took out the makeup mirror and explained, "The driver just sent me a message to inform me that her beautician went to the hospital because of a back of his waist hit the corner of the table. This was a disaster."
The man ignored the three people standing at the desk at the door, opened the glass door that they had just come in, and whistled outside, "Everyone listens, everyone is here, you have 8 minutes!"
The female assistant who quickly finished makeup took out a bottle of S.PELLECRINO sparkling water from the small refrigerator at her feet, stepped on at least 10 cm of high heels, rushed into the inner office like a whirlwind, took out a cup and filled it, and placed it on the table.
Under the gaze of the three, she only took two minutes to clean up the originally messy table and spread a bunch of magazines on it, and even carefully spaced a certain distance to ensure that the titles of these magazines could be seen clearly at a glance.
The people outside were also busy. Some people put on makeup directly to the computer screen, and some shook off the comfortable flat shoes on their feet and put on high heels again.
Someone rushed into the conference room and pushed rows of clothes hangers into a conspicuous position. Someone threw the snack bags in his hands directly into the wastebasket, and even threw an old magazine on it in order not to be seen at first sight. "Is this an exaggeration?" Jack raised his foot and moved one position, blocking the female assistant who was picking up the record book and was about to run out in a panic.
"Miss, we have important things to meet Miranda Prisley."
The female assistant who was blocked looked almost crying, "Please, I just got from the second assistant to the first assistant this morning. If I dared to disrupt her schedule, she would go crazy. Do you know how miserable the last assistant would be?"
(End of this chapter)