Chapter 722 The real murderer

Sometimes the sea is calm, but it doesn't mean there isn't an active volcano hiding underneath that is about to erupt, just like Beckett's overly calm face at this time.

Just ten minutes ago, I don’t know if it was because the weather was too cold at night. After reviewing the beautiful past for a few minutes, the man and woman on the opposite roof hugged each other. Then Jack and Hannah clearly heard Beckett The crunch of your knuckles when you clench your fist.

There was no need for any lip-reading skills later, because for the next five minutes, the lips of the two people on the opposite roof never separated.

"Shouldn't we stop them?" Hannah glanced at Jack, and then secretly glanced at Beckett with some fear.

Jack was also secretly looking at the female detective like her. He looked away and shook his head, "Although Cassel is a bit stupid, his moral limit has not been that low. Keira is already a thing of the past to him. ."

Of course this is false, and even the other way around, but who told him to have two women standing next to him now, so that's all.

Generally speaking, if you clearly know that you will not have to take responsibility or that you will not be in trouble afterwards, then whether you are facing an ex-girlfriend or someone else's fiancée, for most men, it is a positive direction to speed up the attack. BUFF, not to mention the two combined into one.

After all, normal people don’t like to be minotaurs or misfortunes, but the reason why NTR themes have such a large audience is because most people have assumed their roles as Huang Mao.

Of course, in reality, this situation is impossible, because whether it is an ex-girlfriend or someone else's girlfriend, fiancée or even wife, this usually means trouble, and the combination of the two is a huge trouble.

As a middle-aged man with two ex-wives, Cassel obviously knows this better than anyone else, so Jack believes that even if moral issues are put aside, he cannot be so stupid.

Sure enough, after the two left the roof, when the tracking trio saw Cassel putting Kayla into a taxi and then waving goodbye on the side of the road, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

This wave of someone has passed the test and passed the danger, which can be seen from the slightly upturned corners of Beckett's mouth when he left.

The next morning, when Jack and Hannah came to the 12th Precinct with some information, they saw a man and woman with a slightly strange atmosphere.

Cassel sat at the desk without saying a word. Beckett lowered his head and was busy and ignored him. The coffee between the two of them was no longer hot. It was obvious that this state had been maintained for a while. He didn't even notice the two FBI agents standing not far away.

In the end, Cassel, who still felt guilty, couldn't stand this cold war-tinged stalemate, so he chose to confess and be lenient, "I met her yesterday."

Seeing that he was willing to be beaten and scolded, as if he was a well-behaved elementary school student who took the initiative to admit his mistakes to his parents, Beckett had a hard time keeping his expression expressionless, staring at him with straight eyes, until finally he couldn't hold it any longer. , and then he pulled out a few photos from his files.

"I know."

"What?"

Cassel looked at the scene where he and Keira had a tryst on the "Secret Rooftop" last night, especially the close-ups of the two kissing. He looked at Beckett in disbelief, and then noticed the two FBI agents walking towards him. .

When ordinary people are exposed to some shameful privacy, in addition to the embarrassment of social death, the most common thing is to become angry. Cassel is not an ordinary person. He is more curious about why, "Are you spying on me? And you?"

"It's not you, it's Keira who is under surveillance. She is a suspect." Beckett tried to activate the trick, but was directly exposed by Cassel.

"Please, Sophie's death was an isolated crime of passion. I know you, you can't waste police energy on something like this."

"I didn't waste police power. I took the photo myself. I had to ensure that you wouldn't do anything stupid, but I didn't expect you to do it anyway." Beckett simply showed off his cards.

"So you are the principal criminal, and these two idle FBI agents are the accomplices, right?"

In a very childish effort, Cassell tried to provoke an argument in a questioning tone in order to change the topic and everyone's attention, and then quietly stole the photo from under everyone's nose.

"Alexis told me that she eavesdropped on your and Kayla's phone calls, but she didn't know where your 'secret roof' was, so she asked Martha again."

As Hannah spoke, she patted Cassel's thieving hand away, took the photos from under his hand and admired them, "The angle is really perfect, so is photography also your hobby, my dear?"

In fact, Beckett and Cassel have the same view on something, "Are you two guys really so idle? The FBI has no case for you? Give me back the photo. If Kayla is really the murderer, This may be used as evidence in court."

"Of course Kayla is not the murderer." Without waiting for Cassel to argue for his old lover again, Jack showed the information in his hand, "We two idlers have helped you identify the suspect. Since you are so ungrateful, Then we won’t bother you.”

Cassell's next performance perfectly demonstrated what it means to be arrogant but respectful. Not only did he respectfully give up his seat for the two of them to sit down, he also went out of his way to make two cups of coffee and serve it to them personally.

Hannah took a sip and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, "The coffee from your police station is much better than the rag water from our FBI."

Beckett covered his forehead and explained, "The day after Cassel became a consultant to the police department, he sponsored an espresso machine worth $1600 because he disliked the taste of our coffee."

Jack also tasted it and exclaimed, "Wow, it seems that when our wanted criminal group is officially established, we should also invite a talented writer to become our consultant."

"I can sponsor a complete set of kitchen equipment, as long as you call me every time you have a party." Cassel couldn't wait. "Who is the murderer? Is there any evidence?"

"There is still a lack of direct evidence, but sufficient circumstantial evidence and clear motives have been found, which should be enough for you to apply for a search warrant." Jack said and put the information on Beckett's desk.

In fact, the case is not complicated, but as a local police department, the NYPD has a somewhat cumbersome procedure for obtaining information from other places, especially files from other states. It is much simpler to let the FBI do this.

"Do you suspect that he is the groom Gretel's biological uncle Teddy Murphy?" Cassel couldn't wait to open the file and recognized the fat old man in it at a glance. Yesterday, he was in the 12th Precinct as Gretel's lawyer. appeared.