Chapter 1274 Miranda Prisley
Chapter 1274 Miranda Priestley
Jack put on gloves and checked the victim's neck. He found that the fatal strangulation marks extended to behind the victim's ear. He basically confirmed the murder weapon. "Is it a scarf, a long towel or a shawl?"
Lanny nodded in appreciation. "The time of death was probably between 12 and 2 in the morning. I also found some blue hair left by the attacker on her collar."
Cassel took the evidence bag from her and took a look. The tufts of fine hair inside clearly did not belong to humans. He held it up to the sunlight and said, "It looks like alpaca wool. Why wasn't it transferred from the trash can where the body was found to the deceased?"
"Because I checked it before you came."
Lanny rolled her eyes at him and pointed at the forensic team who were still rummaging through the trash can. She saw that the waterproof cloth spread on the ground next to the trash can was now filled with discarded fabrics of various colors and sewing scraps.
"But at least one thing is certain, whether the murderer is him or her, at least enough to be strong enough to throw a body weighing more than 110 pounds into a dumpster."
Jack checked the dead man's fingers. Several pieces of nail polish were broken off, and there were also a few strands of blue hair between the fingers. "It's most likely a male. The dead man has almost no ability to resist."
Then he looked up at the heights around the alley, and sure enough, he didn't find any cameras. "It seems that Director Reagan's plan to install high-definition cameras needs to be accelerated. This is around a very prosperous business district."
Seeing that police officers were already taking statements from the two students who discovered the body, Beckett turned to Esposito and gave instructions.
“This isn’t a place where homeless people gather, but it’s best for the officers to investigate the surrounding area and see if there are any witnesses. We’ll go to where the victim works, and you and Ryan will go to her home.
There are no bars or nightclubs nearby, so we first need to know why she appeared here last night."
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"Alias Clarke Publishing." When Beckett showed his police badge to the guard in the lobby on the first floor, Cassel read out a row of gold-plated letters on the wall, then looked at the people coming and going around him, and then gave his own evaluation.
"I haven't been to many publishing houses, but this is the first one where all the girls who come in and out are beautiful girls with model figures. "Tianqiao" is indeed a well-known fashion magazine."
Although not every girl coming and going meets his aesthetic standards, most of them have skinny figures similar to Anna's.
But it is undeniable that looking at so many girls with exquisite makeup, whose clothes and temperament are better than those beautiful and fashionable white-collar workers on the streets of New York, both Jack and Cassel felt dazzled and overwhelmed.
"Do you have any regrets?" Jack said to someone in a mischievous way.
"'Trail Bridge' is the 'MLB' (Major League Baseball) for fashion professionals." Beckett waved to the two men behind him to follow, and he obviously heard their mutterings.
Cassel still had a strong desire to survive, and quickly explained, "Unlike some playboys, I am of course speaking without any emotion, purely as a bystander who is about to get married."
Jack looked at the guy in amazement, wondering how shameless he was to be able to say such words without batting an eyelid.
Beckett seemed very generous, perhaps because he was in front of Jack, "It's okay, Cassel, watch it if you want."
"Really?" The great writer looked a little unbelievable as he helped her press the elevator button.
The three of them took the elevator to the 22nd floor. Once there, not only were the girls dressed as models wearing less fabric and looking more seductive, but those girls who were obviously just assistants and staff also looked like stars.
Jack and Cassel stood together, both of them were top-notch in terms of appearance and temperament. As soon as the elevator door opened, many girls cast coquettish glances at them.
When the place is full of flowers, the two green leaves are particularly eye-catching. In contrast, Beckett, who is usually tall and has long legs and a model figure, seems inconspicuous in such a place.
"Okay, Cassel, you better tone it down." Seeing that some girls had already started stuffing business cards into Jack and Cassel's pockets, Beckett could only helplessly signal the two guys to tone it down.
What is the difference between this scene and Tang Monk entering the Spider Cave?
"We have to admit that Miranda Priestley's authority in aesthetics is still unchallenged. She has discovered and made countless famous designers and models famous, and she is a man of insight."
Listening to Beckett's sigh, Jack felt a little strange. In his impression, the female detective was not the type who had anything to do with gossip and the fashion circle. How could she seem to know so much about Miranda Prisley, and her expression even revealed an inexplicable nervousness?
Taking a deep breath, Beckett took out his police badge and flashed it in front of the seemingly busy front desk assistant, "Hello, NYPD, we need to see Miranda Priestley."
The female assistant with long blond hair looked at her phone without even raising her head. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Did you miss the letters NYPD?" Cassel kindly reminded.
Unexpectedly, the beautiful female assistant who had been staring at the phone screen shouted a series of "No! No! No!", then threw away the phone and picked up the landline microphone on the table, screaming at a very fast speed, "Notify everyone! She will show up in 10 minutes!"
Then, as the three visitors stared in astonishment, they could see through the glass door that the entire floor was visibly in a state of panic.
A middle-aged man wearing a flirty pink shirt appeared next to the female assistant, "Oh, damn, she wasn't supposed to be here until 10:."
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The female assistant took out a makeup mirror to touch up her makeup while explaining, "The driver just sent me a message saying that her beautician went to the hospital because her lower back hit the corner of the table. This is a disaster."
The man ignored the three people standing at the desk at the door, opened the glass door behind them that they had just entered through, and whistled outside, "Everyone listen up, take your positions, you have eight minutes!"
The female assistant quickly touched up her makeup and took out a bottle of S.PELLECRINO sparkling water from the small refrigerator at her feet. She rushed into the inner office like a whirlwind in her high heels that were at least 10 cm high, took out a cup, filled it up and placed it on the table.
Under the gaze of the three people, she cleaned up the originally messy table in just two minutes and spread a pile of magazines on it, even carefully spacing them apart to ensure that the titles of the magazines could be seen clearly at a glance.
The people outside were also busy. Some were putting on makeup right in front of the computer screen, while others took off their comfortable flat shoes and put on high heels again.
Some people rushed into the conference room and pushed rows of hangers to a conspicuous position. Others threw the snack bags in their hands directly into the wastebasket, and even threw an old magazine on top to avoid being seen.
"Isn't this an exaggeration?" Jack raised his foot and moved a little, blocking the female assistant who picked up the notebook and was about to run out in a panic.
"Miss, we have something very important to discuss with Miranda Priestley."
The blocked female assistant looked about to cry, "Please, I just became the first assistant from the second assistant this morning. If I dare to disrupt her schedule, she will go crazy. Do you know how miserable the previous assistant's fate was?"
