Chapter 530 Steak and Suspect

"She was originally walking along the path there from west to east, intending to cross the park, but she noticed something bad more than 20 meters away from the big tree.

She hurriedly tried to escape, but soon sprained her foot and dropped one of her high heels. Here, a piece of soil on the ground was scooped up. She fell, but quickly got up again. By this time, the suspect had already chased her. Next to them, the two of them had a conflict, right at these messy footprints.

Then she was beaten, pushed hard, and fell hard. Her forehead hit the root of the tree here, and left knee prints next to it. There were also fingertip prints and palm prints. Over there at the hospital Corresponding injuries should be found during the injury examination.

After that, she may have fainted, or she may have been coerced to some extent. In short, she lost the ability to resist and was assaulted under the tree. After that, the suspect left and went north. "

Jack basically restored what happened at the scene, but there were still some doubts, because in addition to the victim's footprints, there were two other different shoe prints at the scene.

One is like a common basketball shoe or sports shoe. The pattern is more common, the footprints are very deep, and the size is large. The other type has a relatively simple pattern, but is not common. It is a bit similar to labor insurance shoes. Of course, it seems that it should be used here in the United States. They're called work shoes.

There is also the steak on the tinfoil plate, covered with a thick layer of coffee grounds. It seems to be a specialty of some store. Judging from the freshness, it should be left here tonight, no. Do you know if it is related to the case at hand?

"That's from Raymond's Steakhouse. They have a special set meal that uses special coffee grounds to marinate the steak. That store is at 69 Columbus Avenue and is very famous."

Cassel, who had been craning his neck at the side, raised his hand to answer, looking very involved.

"So we've narrowed it down to a few dozen people, the ones who took the steaks out of the store?" Beckett asked.

"Probably less. This kind of tinfoil plate is reusable and usually only appears in the back kitchen. The person we are looking for is probably an employee in the store."

Jack shook his head in denial. He had the right to speak in this regard.

"Perhaps my new discovery can further narrow down the scope of suspects." Mike Taylor, who had been patiently searching for clues with his head lowered on the ground, picked up a small metal ring with tweezers, with a faint trace of blood on it.

"What's this?"

"Looks like a nose ring?" Beckett turned his questioning gaze to Mike Taylor with some uncertainty.

"OK, I'm just so busy that I'm a little hungry now. I'm going to treat everyone to a steak. Is anyone willing to go with me?" Jack took off his gloves and asked with a smile, and then a bright and expectant look fell on him. On the body.

"Why did you bring that annoying guy with you?" Beckett, who was walking side by side with Jack, muttered rather unhappily, followed by an enthusiastic Cassel.

"Aren't you a fan of Cassel's books? You recognized him at a glance before." Jack was quite confused. Although the two of them did not fall in love at first sight, Beckett's impression of Cassel should not be either. It's almost like this.

"Perhaps I have read one or two books written by him, but the guy just now obviously thought that I was one of his crazy female book fans and asked me where I wanted to leave his signature." Speaking of the scene that happened before, Beckett's face was particularly angry.

"Uh." Jack's expressionless gaze swept across the thin chest of the beautiful police detective. As the saying goes, "Hit someone without slapping someone in the face." Cassel's behavior was indeed a bit excessive, but maybe he was just I am used to signing the chests of my fanatical female book fans.

The Ramone's Steakhouse that Cassell mentioned was only one block away from Central Park, and it took the three of them less than 20 minutes to find the place.

"Hey, man, does anyone here wear a nose ring?" Of course, the FBI didn't need to show his ID to catch a common suspect. Now it was Beckett's home field. She just flashed her police badge and got the answer she wanted.

"Yes, there is a cook boy in the back." The chef who was busy in the open kitchen pointed to the direction of the back kitchen beside him.

Beckett opened the door immediately, and a black boy no more than 20 years old was cleaning the dinner plates inside. The three of them noticed the medical tape on his nose at a glance.

"Hey, what are you doing? No outsiders are allowed in here." The black boy was startled.

"Did you accidentally scratch your nose while washing the dishes?" Cassel was very excited, sticking his head out from behind the two of them, and nodded his nose.

"What do you mean?" The black boy suddenly became nervous.

"We are here to claim lost property. Did you lose a nose ring?" Beckett took out his police badge again and flashed it.

The black boy turned around and ran away. Before he could reach the back door, Beckett, who was already on guard, caught up with him in two steps and kicked him in the crook of the leg.

"I didn't do anything! Ah!" As the black boy screamed, his arms were twisted behind his back, and Beckett's long legs pressed hard against his back.

"Hiss, this looks so painful." Cassell pretended to take a breath, as if he was being pressed down by the beautiful police detective in front of him. Jack on the side shook his head secretly, he really couldn't bear it. This guy.

In the end, Beckett carried a packaged steak with one hand and pressed the black boy into the police car with the other hand. After that, she was responsible for the interrogation. Jack brought two takeaways and delivered them to Mike Taylor, who was still busy at the scene. A piece of the past.

Crossing Central Park again, he said goodbye to Cassel, drove to the hospital to pick up Hannah, and went home to enjoy a delicious meal. The steak marinated in coffee grounds tasted quite good, and both of them were satisfied.

Early the next morning, the two went to the federal building first, sold the fake goods to Jubal, and then reported to Dana Moger about the case last night.

Considering that there were really no major cases recently, the female boss just reminded the two of them not to get involved too deeply to avoid causing resentment from the NYPD.

Jack called Beckett in his office and asked about the interrogation. Surprisingly, the little black guy caught last night did not plead guilty.

His shoes matched the footprints at the scene, but the guy claimed that he just saw the unconscious Luo Bin and her bag dropped on the ground. He suddenly had evil thoughts and dug out the wallet inside to take away the cash.

But at this time, Luo Bi suddenly woke up and started fighting with him. In the chaos, the black boy was pulled off his nose ring and ran away in a hurry.

"So this bastard just left that bruised girl there and didn't even think to call the police?"

Hannah, who was listening to the phone call, was so angry that her almond-shaped eyes widened. Regardless of whether what this guy said was true or false, his behavior was very bad from any angle.

"CSI has extracted his DNA and it will not be difficult to prove whether he is the murderer."

Jack comforted that this kind of case seemed simple, but in fact, it took a little luck to solve the case. Compared with the murder case, because of its special characteristics, it was difficult for the murderer not to leave DNA evidence, especially when it was a temporary act like this. Yes, murderers generally don’t prepare condoms in advance.

However, this type of case is usually the most backlogged, because after the case occurs, few victims are willing to take the initiative to report the case. Even if the case is reported, the evidence collection process is difficult.