Chapter 529 The 1st Scene

Chapter 529 The first scene

"So what's your plan?" Kate Beckett had a much better impression of Jack, the FBI, than the writer behind her. Seeing him staring at Central Park not far away, she vaguely guessed what he was thinking.

"If Detective Beckett is not in a hurry to return to the police station, how about taking a night tour of Central Park with me?"

Jack took off a small Shenhuo X400Ultra laser integrated gun light from his waist. This is his pistol accessory. It can be separately attached to the belt around his waist, or can be directly attached to the pistol when necessary.

"Are you sure you can track footprints at night?" Before Kate Beckett could reply, Mike Taylor raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Let's try it. Anyway, we can't do much until the results of the test on the victim's clothes in your laboratory come out, and what we lack most now is time. After all, the real first scene may be destroyed at any time. "

There is another point that Jack did not mention. Central Park is indeed not small, but it is a regular rectangle running north to south. Robin Peacock's home is on the west side of the park, and Rick Cassel's book signing reception is located. Located on the east side of the park.

The straight-line distance between the two locations is not far, it is almost halfway to the two ends of the rectangle. However, according to Mr. Peacock, if his daughter came from home to attend the reception, she would need to take a taxi to go around half of the rectangle. Central Park to reach your destination.

Jack has complained many times about the traffic in New York, especially in Manhattan. You must know that the United States is known as a country on wheels. Although the driver’s license ownership rate has continued to decline in recent years, nationwide, the proportion is still 70%. some.

In New York City, the driver's license ownership rate dropped to 25%. In addition to the difficulty of obtaining a New York State driver's license, high parking fees and urban traffic congestion are also major factors.

At this time of day, it was unlikely that Robbie Peacock, who was wearing an evening dress when going out, would choose to squeeze into the dirty and smelly subway. She would most likely choose to take a taxi and then be stuck in the middle of the road.

So she chose to cross Central Park at night, because although the length of this rectangle is four kilometers, its width is only 800 meters. Even if she wears high heels, this straight-line distance will not take too long.

Jack has never seriously learned any tracking skills, but he has a system plug-in, and it is very difficult to miss anything when his perception is fully activated.

Seemingly thinking that his suggestion was reasonable, Mike Taylor returned to his car and took two flashlights, handed one to Beckett, and the two followed Jack together.

Soon, they found a few drops of blood on a stone under a big tree by the forest. There was a pair of special footprints near the blood stains. The left foot was a high-heeled shoe print, and the right foot was a barefoot print.

This is consistent with the fact that Robbie Peacock showed up at the reception with her right foot bare.

The three people's spirits were lifted and they followed the tracks. These tracks were not consistent because there were small stone paths and grass along the way, but Jack could always find some clues.

For example, a branch that was accidentally broken, a small round hole made by the sole of a high-heeled shoe, or a drop of blood that happened to fall on a fallen leaf.

Half an hour later, under a tall and thick elm tree, Jack stopped and stopped the two people behind him from continuing, "This should be the first scene."

After hearing this, Mike Taylor and Beckett invariably shined their flashlights under the tree, and saw that the soft soil under the tree was covered with messy footprints. A high-heeled shoe and a woman's satchel were left there, and there were also some left not far away. A leather wallet.

"Great job." The two of them picked up their phones at the same time and started calling for help.

"Wow, how did you do that? What kind of super power is this?" Cassel, who had been following them secretly, appeared from behind in surprise and exclaimed.

<divclass="contentadv"> The three of them had actually discovered this clumsy stalker a long time ago, but they were just too lazy to expose him. But now Jack had to speak, because this guy stretched his neck to look at it and it seemed that it was not enough. I plan to tiptoe around to the other side.

"Mr. Cassell, if you go one step further, I won't be able to ask Detective Beckett to formally arrest you for intentionally damaging a crime scene and obstructing justice."

Cassell was so frightened by these words that he shrunk his neck. For a moment, he could neither advance nor retreat. He stood with half his feet in the air in a very funny posture and was about to fall forward. .

Beckett stepped forward and pulled him back, raising her pretty face filled with anger and glaring at this guy. Cassel knew he was in the wrong, so he gave her an awkward yet polite smile to please her.

"I'm warning you, if you don't want to be handcuffed to a tree until dawn, you'd better be honest."

As expected of a pair of happy enemies, sparks were flying when these two met for the first time.

Jack could probably guess what this man was thinking. This writer was still a cynical libertine. Before he was trained by Beckett, he said things like he felt obligated to assist the police. Just listen to him when he farts.

This actress has probably run out of inspiration for writing recently. Just like in the original play, after meeting Beckett, a maverick and beautiful female police detective, for the first time, she was not only moved but also found a new source of inspiration.

But as far as this case was concerned, Jack felt that he should still stand up and say something.

"Mr. Castle, in this case, given what happened to the victim, I don't think it would be a good idea to include it in your novel.

Besides, your specialty has always been suspense novels, not crime scene forensics. "

Although his novel is about to be published, and he really needs a good word from this guy in the industry, Jack doesn't shy away from speaking out when it's time to speak out. He still clearly distinguishes between his main business and his side business.

"Well, I'm just curious. It will never affect your work, I swear." Cassel held up three fingers.

Beckett rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk to this guy anymore. Soon the NYPD police officers arrived at the scene and set up a cordon, and soon after, the CSI work truck also drove nearby.

Several researchers set up floodlights around the area, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime. Mike Taylor put on rubber gloves, picked up his camera, and got busy.

Jack also put on gloves and entered the cordon to help, while Beckett stood aside and watched, using his eyes to warn Cassel from time to time who was still eager to try.

As the numbered signs were put down one by one, the messy footprints, left handbags and wallets, keys, a steak on a tin plate, high heels and blood stains on the tree stump revealed what happened not long ago. The sinful scene here is gradually revealed.