Chapter 107 The suddenly rich tramp

Jack walked into the room where the Asian boy escaped. There was no power supply in the abandoned factory, and it was pitch black even during the day.

Under the illumination of the tactical flashlight attached to the Glock, the body of a middle-aged white man appeared in front of him.

Half an hour later, Angela and John, who were already slightly pregnant, arrived at the scene.

"what's the situation?"

After preliminary inspection of the body, Jack took off his rubber gloves and expressed his opinion.

"Caucasian, male, about 40-45 years old. The body spots are still spreading. The estimated time of death is no more than 12 hours. Well, the specific time of death needs to be determined by the coroner. As for the cause of death, it is obviously murder."

As he spoke, he pointed to the corpse's neck and said, "The cervical spine was torn. The person who did this was very professional and cold-blooded. One blow was fatal."

Jack's current forensic skills have been upgraded through self-study. This level is actually enough to be qualified as a forensic doctor in some small places.

Angela frowned. Professional killing methods usually mean big trouble. The more professional people leave fewer clues, and the reasons behind the killing are more complicated.

"Has the scene been investigated?"

"Lucy is asking around. This place has been abandoned for a long time. There are no cameras and no one comes here. Not even homeless people are seen." Jack said and pointed outside.

"When it comes to homeless people, I find something strange."

He took out an evidence bag, "There was no ID or driver's license on the body, but I found this."

Angela took the evidence bag and looked at it, wondering: "Soft kitchen voucher? Is this guy a homeless man?"

"But his clothes are new."

Jack nodded: "Yes, brand new, from head to toe, a homeless man who suddenly got rich. Is this why he was targeted?"

Angela looked thoughtful and asked, "Have you checked his homeless wallet?"

Jack was stunned: "What?"

"Tramps sometimes stuff valuables into their shoes, which we call homeless wallets." The expression on Angela's face seemed to say, finally there is something you don't know.

Since arriving at the branch, Jack's tireless learning attitude has put a lot of pressure on these veteran police officers. They have spent several or even more than ten years accumulating experience over time, and in less than a year It's almost gone.

Jack put his gloves back on and took off the corpse's shoes, and sure enough he found something in the left shoe.

"A room card?"

"Where?" Angela leaned her head.

"An SRO (single occupancy serviced apartment) in the city center." Jack put the key card into the evidence bag.

"Are you free? Let's go and have a look. I heard that there is a Michelin restaurant nearby that has good desserts." Angela suggested.

How could Jack say he was not free? Being able to solve cases with the police detectives would be a huge amount of experience.

The two walked to the door of the abandoned factory and saw John and Lucy chatting with a black guy in work clothes. Behind the black guy was a van with the security company's LOGO printed on it, and the logo on his work clothes. The pattern is consistent.

Jack opened the trunk of the police car, took out the prepared lunch, and handed it to Lucy along with the evidence bag.

"What are you talking about?"

John shrugged, "The only camera is broken, and the surveillance video is useless."

This black guy spoke in a rap tone with a unique racial talent: "It has been broken for a week, otherwise there is no need to ask me to fix it."

Lucy looked at the lunch box in her hand, a little confused: "It's only ten o'clock, is it too early to have lunch?"

"No, this is for you and John. The forensic team won't arrive for at least two hours. You and John have to stay at the scene. Angela and I are going to an SRO in the city center to investigate the case. She said there is a restaurant nearby. The desserts are good, and I heard the Italian food there is great, and you know me, you can make it after you try it.”

Both of them had complicated expressions on their faces at the same time. They were envious of Jack for following Angela to investigate the case, but also looking forward to eating the supposedly great Italian food that he reappeared in the future.

Jack's cooking skills have been recognized by everyone for a long time. The most amazing thing is that as long as he tastes any food, he can learn it indistinguishably. He can copy the so-called grandma's magical secret recipes and grandma's secret sauce one by one. now.

Fortunately, Jack's lunch box always had delicious food of various flavors. Lucy opened it and took a look, then opened the trunk of the police car that John drove with a smile and put the lunch box in.

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"How dare you call this place a serviced apartment?" Jack was a little dumbfounded when he walked into this SRO located in the city center.

The rusty elevator, the decorative style of the corridor can be traced back to at least the middle of the last century, most of the wall has been peeled off, the stairwell is full of needles and a lot of stains that no one wants to look at, and the fluorescent lights above the head are shining like a ghost. .

If it were night, he doubted whether he would have the courage to walk in alone. This place was really suitable for being transformed into a haunted house.

The small shabby apartment that his previous parents left him in the lower city had a better environment than here. The key is that this is the city center, not a slum with chaotic security and no one wants the house.

"The monthly rent here is only 800 yuan. Many families of three are willing to pay a little more and bribe the administrator to squeeze into a room of less than 10 square meters." Angela rolled her eyes.

Jack thought about the northern drifters who lived in underground garages in his previous life, and he understood that it was not surprising that LA was also the second largest city in North America.

Angela shook off the room card she had just received from the hotel manager, "The manager said the victim checked in three days ago and his name is Joe Delacuzzi."

"I paid one week's rent in advance, all in cash."

As she spoke, she opened the door. There was almost no furniture in the simple room. There were two single beds and a bedside table by the window. There were a pile of wrapping paper bags for clothes and shoes scattered on the floor, and there were two pizza boxes on the bed.

Jack closed the door, opened the bathroom and took a look inside, then closed it silently to make sure no one was there. He had to eat later, so he didn't take a closer look.

"It seems that this Joe bought a lot of things." Angela squatted down and looked at the paper bags on the ground.

"New clothes, new shoes, huh? Two sizes of shoes? That seems like a clue."

Jack pointed to the bathroom, "There are two sets of toothbrushes on the sink. It seems that the hotel manager didn't say that there is someone else staying with Joe."

"They don't care about a place like this. They just need to shut up when they receive the money." Angela opened the mattress, revealing two rolls of cash.

"Well, it looks like at least five or six thousand dollars." Jack picked up a roll and unexpectedly found that it was all in hundred-dollar bills. This kind of thing is rare on the market. The most common bills in the United States are 20-dollar bills. , 50 are rarely used.

At this time, there were two beeps from the door, and it was opened again. A pale, short, thin white man pushed the door in. He saw Jack in patrol uniform and Jack in casual clothes, but with a police badge on his waist. Angela was stunned on the spot.