Chapter 687 Is Danny a genius?

There are 21 cases of information. Of course, it is impossible for Jack and Danny to handle all the work. Even if Mike Taylor is added, it will be too busy. Soon Sheldon, the forensic scientist turned forensic researcher, Hawke and Stella also joined in.

Fortunately, Danny had relented in advance, otherwise a late-night lobster snack might have bankrupted him on the spot. Fortunately, the CSI lab was also in Manhattan. Jack went home and cooked a few boxes of dumplings of various flavors and delivered them to him.

So during the break, everyone gathered together and began to study how many kinds of dumplings Jack had made.

"I ate at least three kinds, shrimp and pork, beef and potatoes, and lamb mixed with parsley." Danny reluctantly learned to use chopsticks, and he poked the dumplings accurately, and the juices splashed out, and he ate himself You have to look at other people's bowls.

"I have leeks and pork, bracken sprouts and ham here." Stella also looked curiously at Mike Taylor, who poked open the skin of a dumpling with a fork, his expression solemn, as if he was studying some important evidence. , “There should also be some kind of shellfish and crabmeat.”

"You should use your taste buds to tell the difference instead of pretending to be stuffed into a chromatograph for analysis." Jack was speechless and decided not to continue arguing on this topic with these guys living in a food desert.

He turned to Stella and asked, "How is the questioning of Mrs. Carter No. 1?"

Stella pursed her lips, looking like her outlook was shocked, "Nothing was found. She never admitted that a third person was present at the time. When I asked her why she came to the police station to surrender herself early the next morning, guess what? What’s the answer?”

Everyone turned their attention to her, waiting for her to reveal the answer.

"Deborah said she took a taxi to the Ritz Hotel, where Kevin proposed to her eight years ago." Stella recalled the conversation that made her somewhat uncomfortable.

"She had a few drinks at the bar, then got a room, and in her words, after spending a night that really belonged to her, she came to the police station and turned herself in."

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that Kevin Carter has found two wives with similar personalities? So what's the point of his bigamy?" Danny was a little confused.

Jack has actually analyzed this kind of person, "Maybe what he really cares about is not having a few wives, but he likes the feeling of walking on the tightrope, just like someone who suffers from lying or kleptomania. , he can get excitement and pleasure from this dual role."

"Have you been dealing with perverts like this before?" Danny held his chest and subconsciously rubbed his arm, feeling rather shuddering.

"I'll give you a piece of advice. If you encounter a serial killer or something like that in the future, don't hold back if you have the chance." Jack deliberately put on a serious face.

"Have you heard of the 'Boston Deather'? My boss Hotchner almost fell into his hands."

"Ahem!" As the boss of the laboratory, Mike Taylor naturally could not let such a discordant discussion circulate among his subordinates. He quickly coughed and changed the subject, "Did you discover anything just now?"

"Maybe, I have some discoveries here." Danny finished his portion of dumplings in three mouthfuls, put on his gloves again and took out several evidence bags from different cases.

"This FedEx delivery bag came from a drug-related home invasion and murder case in the Bronx. The corresponding analysis report said that cocaine residue was found on it."

Then he pulled out two other exhibits from underneath, each also containing a "FedEx" delivery bag.

"This is a case of illegal home invasion and murder that occurred in Westchester County, and this case is a case that occurred in the small town of Greenwich, Connecticut. The corresponding report also mentioned that cocaine residue was found. .

But because they belong to three different jurisdictions and correspond to three different police evidence laboratories, no one has noticed the connection before. "

A sly smile appeared on Mike Taylor's face again, and he followed his words and continued, "Until we put these cases together."

He turned on the computer and called up the electronic map, and entered the locations of the three cases that Danny had found.

"The three crime locations are less than 15 miles apart. Is anyone willing to make a bet with me that the courier of these three parcels is the same person."

"I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to make such a bet with you, boss." Sheldon Hawk took the three evidence bags from Danny's hands, "I'm going to test whether there is any cocaine in them. Agreed, as for the identity of the courier, I’ll leave it to our two police detectives.”

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"Marcia Vazquez, in 2016, when she was 17 years old, was imprisoned for illegal possession of drugs and weapons and was sentenced to five years of probation. Because she was a minor and plea bargained, her file was sealed , and there is no record of her DNA in the system.

He is 23 years old, has no criminal record, and lives in the North Bronx. "

Danny closed the file, took the coffee from Jack, thanked him, and yawned loudly.

He only slept for three or four hours after returning home from the CSI lab last night. He received a call from Jack early this morning and hurried out to do some errands. He arrived at the appointed place first, waited for a while, and then fell asleep unknowingly in the car. On fire.

"I went to FedEx this morning and asked. She had been working there for almost six months. The delivery times of the three express delivery were all the day before the murder. It seems that we have found our female serial killer. "

Danny said rubbing his hands with a little excitement on his face.

"And you don't plan to call for reinforcements?" Jack opened the door and got into the passenger seat of his old police car. He first put on a body armor, then transferred the FK7.5 to the quick-draw holster on the outside of his right leg. He took out his Glock and checked it again.

"Are you too cautious?" Danny muttered, but like him, he took out his own pistol and checked it.

"Do you still have sexism against serial killers?" Jack raised his eyebrows at him. This guy needs a beating. It seems that he needs to find a case to teach him a lesson some other time.

"OK, OK, you're right." Danny usually deals with ordinary cases. In most cases, he doesn't even need to use a gun. Even his marksmanship has deteriorated a bit in the past few years since he retired from the police and some slacking off is inevitable. .

After saying that, he looked at the time and started driving. The plainclothes police car drove towards the Bronx, then turned around and asked, "Is there any progress in the laboratory?"

Jack shook his head, "The other cases are all a mess, and I can't find any commonalities for the time being. I sent the case information back to my colleagues at BAU, hoping they would help make a profile, but the discovery you made yesterday does have some similarities. provided further clues.

Sheldon Hawke confirmed that the cocaine residue in the three courier bags was consistent, so at least the motive for these three cases was clear. "

Danny understood, "She delivers drugs to those people, and after they sell the goods, she goes back to kill them, then takes the money and leaves. This woman should have other accomplices. She can do this job alone." Can’t do it.”

"But what do these three cases have to do with the other 18 cases, as well as the passion murder case that occurred at the Carters' home? I can't even figure it out." Jack rubbed his temples and sighed.

"Who knows? Maybe their equipment is broken." Danny said nonsense. Anyway, he was dragged to work by Jack. After all, most of the cases did not occur in New York, so he couldn't do it even if he tried hard.

"That's impossible. These cases all happened around New York, and the jurisdictions are all different, unless all the instruments in the local police evidence laboratory are broken." Jack suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and stretched his neck a little stiffly. Turning to Danny.

"Why are you looking at me like this all of a sudden?" Danny got goosebumps from this guy's weird look.

Jack exclaimed sincerely, "Has anyone ever said you are a genius?"