The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 101 Lover Tribulation ([-])
At this time, a female police detective in her 30s walked into the house quickly, and the voice came first before anyone arrived.

"what's the situation?"

Angela seemed to know her, turned to her and replied: "Detective Calderon, we just arrived"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted unceremoniously by the other party.

"Why is he still here? This is a crime scene and he is a suspect!"

Jack, who was inspecting the corpse, looked up at the female police detective. She had a wheat-colored complexion similar to Angela's. She was also a Latina woman, and she should be of the same age, but she was shorter and average-looking.

Angela was a little annoyed by her attitude, but she still replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes sir, we are about to"

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. You go around and ask about the situation." Detective Calderon interrupted Angela's words abruptly again, and then turned to her husband who was still crying, ignoring the three of them.

Seeing Angela's anger rising, the skin on her neck turned red, and her eyeballs were frighteningly wide, Jack quickly stood up, side by side with John, half pushing and half fighting before things got out of hand. She got out of the house.

The two of them are patrol officers now. Although they want to call out sir when they see the detective team, as long as they do their own thing well, they are not afraid of being deliberately troubled. with.

But Angela's current status as a detective is still in Schrödinger's state. Although she passed the exam and often goes to the police detective team to help out, before she is officially transferred, she is still on the patrol side. A conflict is not a good thing.

"What happened to that female police detective? Did anything happen between you??"

Outside the house, John asked Angela in a low voice.

"I don't know, we had almost no contact in the police detective team." Angela rolled her eyes wide, out of anger.

"Is it because you and Wesley often show affection in front of others, and today is Valentine's Day again?"

Jack's nonsense made the atmosphere of the three people happy again.

An hour later, the three of them met again, summarized the situation, and had a general direction for the case, but this kind of homicide already had a police detective in charge, and it was not their responsibility to solve the case, so they could only report the clues.

So Angela stood in front of Detective Calderon again: "Our inquiry is over. The neighbor said that at 11:[-] in the morning, he saw a suspicious vehicle passing by at a low speed on this street."

John added: "The house on the corner said it was a small blue car, never seen it before."

"So?" Detective Calderon shrugged, looking disappointed.

Angela was taken aback by the question, "So this is a dead end, and usually no one will drive here for no reason."

Detective Calderon replied bluntly: "You are too bad Officer Lopez, this kind of lead is useless, and we have already identified the prime suspect."

"Uh, that husband?" Jack turned his gaze to the middle-aged white man who was escorted into the police car, his face and neck still had undried blood, which was left when he hugged his head and cried in the house just now.

"In the past three years, the police have visited their home at least six times for mediation on family disputes."

Detective Calderon said as he took out an evidence bag.

"I found this withdrawal slip in the victim's wallet. The first thing Mrs. Cook got up this morning was to withdraw 10 yuan from the couple's account. I guess she was going to leave her husband who was prone to domestic violence, but was caught. Found out, the husband completely stopped him this time."

"What about the money?" Angela asked.

"I haven't found it yet. It may have been hidden by the husband, or it may be the victim who hid it by himself, and then planned to go home to pack his luggage. Anyway, there is nothing else going on here, so you guys should disband."

Speaking of which, Detective Calderon turned around and was about to get in the car, but Angela stopped him.

"I think it's still necessary to check that car."

The female police detective taunted impatiently, "I am the detective in charge of this case, Officer Lopez, if I still need someone to clean my ass, I will contact you."

After speaking, she ignored the three of them and got in the car and left.

This is a bit unbearable. Although the policemen are indeed at the bottom of the police system and usually deal with trivial matters, but to be ridiculed in public like this is more or less personal.

"You will help me, right?" Angela turned to look at the two of them.

Jack shrugged, "Remember to ask Wesley to bring a bottle of better wine to the party tonight."

John looked thoughtful: "Is it possible that the husband did it? Didn't it mean that in this case, the proportion of husbands who are murderers is as high as 60%?"

Jack opened the door and was about to get in the car, and reminded: "Have you forgotten the domestic violence case you encountered when you first went to the police?"

"Just pretend I didn't say it." John made a gesture to zip his mouth, walked around the front of the car, and sat in the co-pilot.

"Investigate separately. Let's go to the bank to inquire about the situation, ask Mrs. Cook about the situation when she withdraws the money, and then we will meet at the police station to check whether there are similar robberies in the vicinity."

Jack poked his head out of the car window and said to Angela.

"Then I'll track down the blue car and see if the license plate is captured by surveillance." Angela waved her hand and drove away.

Although Jack wasn't sure that Angela's idea of ​​finding a car was correct, he was sure that Detective Calderon's idea was definitely wrong.

The husband's performance just now didn't feel like a murderer to him. Ordinary people don't have such superb acting skills, especially some subconscious details of movements, which are difficult for ordinary people to notice.

Moreover, he had roughly checked the body. Except for a fatal head injury, the deceased had no other obvious wounds on the exposed skin, which did not conform to the inference of domestic violence.

However, there were skin debris in the dead man's nails, indicating that he had scratched someone before he died, and Jack had carefully observed his husband. Except for some fresh blood stains on his face and hands, there were no scars from being scratched.

This case is not complicated. If you invest a little resources or spend some time, you will definitely find out the truth. Jack is very interested in the reaction of that detective Calderon.

"John, do you think that female police detective has a strange attitude towards Angela?" Jack thought.

"Ah?" John was a little puzzled: "Isn't the relationship between girls so inexplicable? One moment they wish they could kill each other, and the next moment they hold hands like sisters."

Fuck, what you said makes sense, Jack couldn't help being speechless for a while, and it took him a long time to think of what he wanted to express.

"I mean, do you think Detective Calderon looks at Angela like he's looking at a traitor?"

John slapped his forehead, with a look of sympathy, "Did you also pay attention to her look before? It really feels very disappointed."

(End of this chapter)