Chapter 73 Idiot Police

Angela rarely had much appetite today. She was playing with the wine glass in her hand, shaking the little wine left in it, and frowning.

"When the suspect committed the illegal break-in, he just wanted to catch Jeff and get the illegal drugs. It can be inferred that Jeff either stole these things from him, or he owed money and failed to pay."

"But I can't think of any reason for internal strife between the suspects. The forensics officer said that several types of illegal drugs were found in Bruno's home, which shows that the conflict was not caused by uneven distribution of the spoils."

Jack scratched his head a little: "Is it possible that it's not internal strife, but that the suspect has other enemies?"

But then he overturned his guess.

"It's such a coincidence that it happened just a few hours later."

After listening to John's introduction to the case, Jia Lisi couldn't help but sigh.

"This family is so unfortunate, especially the father. He lost his son just because of a small bag of pills, and even his wife was raped in front of him."

Everyone's hearts moved, and even Wesley, who was listening, raised his hand.

"Is it possible that the father actually met the suspects and recognized them on the spot? He actually lied to you."

John agreed, stepping directly into the father's shoes.

"If anyone dares to hurt my Henry, I will pay blood for blood."

Angela's brows suddenly widened and she put down the wine glass in her hand.

"Matt Christian paid to send his son Jeff to rehab for addiction. The reason why he hid this from us was not because he was ashamed of it, but because"

"It's because Jeff probably met Bruno in an addiction treatment center, and Matt, who went to visit his son, probably met Bruno there, and then recognized him on the spot when the incident happened today and decided to personally Take revenge."

Jack accepted it excitedly, but then felt a little disappointed.

"But that doesn't really help us find the other killer."

Angel seemed to have found hope again.

"Anyway, we will notify Matt tomorrow to come to the police station in the morning and conduct the interrogation again to see if he knows the other suspect."

Early the next morning, at the door of the interrogation room, Jack and Angela glanced at Matt Christian, who was waiting inside. The grieving father still had bruises on his face and looked haggard.

"How do you ask? Good cop, bad cop? Are you playing the good or the bad one?"

Jack was a little eager to try, and his mastery-level psychology skills finally had a chance to be used.

Angela shook her head: "We are not interrogating prisoners, we should be sympathetic police officers and stupid police officers. You act stupid."

After speaking, she took a bottle of mineral water and handed the folder in her hand to Jack.

"Hello, Mr. Christine, I'm sorry to bother you but you have to come to the police station. Is Marilyn feeling better today?"

Angela handed over the mineral water in her hand with a look of concern.

"Ah, thank you. We didn't sleep last night. Marilyn. She couldn't stop crying. You know. What happened yesterday was a nightmare for her."

Matt Christian's eyes were still a little red and swollen. Although he was depressed, he seemed very cooperative.

Angela looked apologetic and comforted: "Sorry, we just have a few minor issues according to the case handling procedures. After that, you can go home and continue to accompany her. I know she must need you very much now."

Seeing Matt who couldn't help nodding and looking a little absent-minded, Jack opened the folder with a businesslike look and started asking.

"Had Jeff been taking prescription painkillers, we found Oxycontin in his room."

Matt explained with a helpless expression: "He injured his knee last year, and the damn doctor prescribed this to him. After that, he became addicted to the drug for a short period of time, and then I sent him for withdrawal."

"Malibu Freshman Rehabilitation Center? I heard it is very expensive."

"Yeah, but I think it's worth it."

Although he admitted it easily and did not try to deny it, it was easy to see that he was trying his best to downplay the matter.

Jack nodded and asked again.

"So you didn't know that Jeff wasn't clean?"

Matt's face showed shock and annoyance at the right time: "No, I have no idea at all. He must have secretly hidden these pills. Damn it, Marilyn and I didn't even notice."

Jack handed over a photo, showing a bloody face.

"Ah, sorry, I think I got the wrong photo."

He hurriedly rummaged through the files, but found nothing.

"This man's name is Bruno Winch. This is what he looked like when we found him yesterday. This is another case, but we found out that he was also a patient at the Xinsheng Drug Rehabilitation Center in Malibu, and we are preparing to investigate the connection between the two. .”

Matt looked at the photo in a daze, then realized what was happening and asked quickly: "What does this person have to do with the illegal break-in of my home? Is it related to Jeff?"

Jack looked like he was speaking without any hesitation, and told the whole story in a carefree manner: "It's like this. The Robbery and Murder Department gave us this case again yesterday, as if we were not busy enough. As a result, during the investigation, we found that this man and Jeff Stayed in the same rehabilitation center.

So we suspect that both cases are related to controlled drugs. The other party may have come after Jeff, and then went to find Bruno. Do you know this person? "

Matt quickly denied, "No, I don't know him. Is this person dead?"

Jack shrugged and replied nonchalantly: "He's not dead, but it's different from dead. The doctor said that even if he was revived, he would still be in a vegetative state."

Seeing a flash of relief in Matt's eyes, Jack and Angela looked at each other quietly, understanding in their hearts.

Then Angela glared at Jack impatiently: "Look for Bruno's photo again and let Mr. Christian identify it carefully. If no connection can be found, the case will be handed over to the Robbery and Murder Division. Let's I don’t have time to wipe their butts.”

Seeing Jack rushing out of the interrogation room like his butt was on fire, Angela said apologetically.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Christine. He is just a newcomer who has only been working for half a year. Although young people are very aggressive, it is inevitable."

Matt returned to his original absent-minded look, just nodding indifferently.

After a while, Jack came back with a normal photo. Matt once again denied seeing the Bruno in the photo and left.

Looking at Matt Christian's slightly stooped back as he left, Jack suddenly lost the joy of discovering the truth, because he discovered that this unfortunate man's hair had turned mostly gray overnight compared to yesterday. .