The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 108 Disabled Veteran
"Sorry, I went to the wrong room." The short man slammed the door and ran away.

"Stop, hey. Don't run!"

After reacting, Jack chased after him with a stride, and directly pressed the guy against the elevator door at the elevator entrance. Angela carefully supported her waist, walked over slowly, and gave him an encouraging look.

"Put your hands behind your back and cross your fingers!" Jack carefully searched him from top to bottom. This guy seemed to have resigned himself to his fate without any resistance.

"Found a knife?" He pulled out a saber from his waist and handed it to Angela. Jack noticed that the guy's right leg was a little strange. When he pulled up his trouser leg, he saw that it was a prosthesis.

Rolling up his sleeves, the globe, bald eagle and an anchor are impressively tattooed on his arm.

"Marines? You're a veteran and you lost your leg in battle?"

"Yes, police officer, it was blown up by an IED (roadside bomb)." The short man answered honestly.

Jack lightened a little, of course, because he is a disabled person, and his attitude is quite cooperative.

Jack's delicious lunch was ruined, and Angela only had time to go to the opposite side to pack a dessert, and escorted the suspect back to the police station.

"What crime am I going to be charged with?" The disabled Ma Run was taken out of the car, trying to speak out.

"The first is the arrest, and the rest is up to the local police." Angela followed slowly, happily eating the cherry cheese in her hand. The pregnant woman is the biggest, and no one can stop her from replenishing her energy at any time.

"So, why did you cops come to my hotel room?"

Disabled Ma Run wanted to ask a few more questions, but bumped into Tim who was walking out.

"Mickey?" Tim looked at him in surprise.

"Sergeant?" Disabled Ma Run also recognized Tim.

"You know him?" Angela's eyes widened in surprise, and Jack also looked at Tim curiously. This guy was actually a sergeant.

"When I was in Afghanistan, I was his squad leader."

Tim looked at him very complicatedly. Jack noticed that Mickey's face was also full of shame, unwillingness, and even a trace of resentment. It seemed that there was a story in it.

"What's going on?" Seeing his former comrade-in-arms being fingerprinted by Jack, Tim on the side was very puzzled.

"You have a fiancée in San Diego and a job through the Disabled Veterans Association"

Mitch avoids Tim's probing gaze, his eyelids lowered, his face more numb than painful.

"What can I say? Look it up."

Jack took Mickey into the custody room, and the disabled veteran was still persistently asking: "I always know why the police arrested me, right?"

"He can't," Tim answered for Jack.

"Really? But you can." Mitch pointed to the armband on Tim's uniform.

Tim shook his head, and his tone softened, "I can't either, this involves the victim's privacy."

"The victim?" Mickey suddenly became nervous.

"Is that Joe? What's the matter with him? Is he all right?"

Tim shook his head: "I've said too much."

Tears welled up in Mickey's eyes, and his voice choked up: "Is he dead? Please!"

Tim sighed and didn't answer directly: "A police detective will ask you for questioning later." Then he turned and walked away.

"It seems that your relationship is a bit complicated? Would you like to talk?" Jack has no impression of this plot, and is very curious about the relationship between the two.

"I have something to do with the loss of his leg." Tim fell into memory.

"At the beginning, he committed a crime and was locked up. I broke the rules and released him in advance. As a result, he was blown up on the patrol road that day."

"But you are also out of good intentions." Jack said that he did not understand his logic, so there is nothing to feel guilty about.

"Rules are very important, and I shouldn't break them."

Well, this answer is very Tim. Jack doesn't understand the old beauties talking about fate, and he lacks empathy for Tim's inexplicable guilt.

"Angela will start the interrogation in about 20 minutes. I'll sort out the materials and see you then."
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"You don't really think I killed him, do you?" Mickey was a little annoyed.

"We don't know anything, so I came to ask you." Angela was very calm after adding sugar.

"Let me put it this way, Joe died of a fractured cervical spine, an acute compression injury to his cervical spine, and this was done by a veteran." Jack looked at Mickey, observing his facial expression as he spoke.

"It's not me." Mickey looked sad, and tears welled up in his eyes again. Jack felt that a veteran who had been on the battlefield didn't seem to have such acting skills.

"Where did the money under the mattress come from?" He asked further.

Mickey sniffled, and his voice was a little more guilty this time.

"Joe came to me a few days ago and said he had sneaked into a building and found a large amount of cash, millions of dollars just sitting on the shelves."

"Tens of millions in cash? Are you sure?" Angela sat up straight when she heard the words, and looked at the other party with naked eyes.

Mitch nodded, "Yes, there are also some machines, guarded by a lot of people with automatic weapons."

"Then he stole part of it? Why did he spend it with you?" Angela questioned.

"We have a good relationship. He is also a veteran. When we were on the street, we kept watching each other's backs."

Mickey was a little anxious, and Jack decided to test him again.

"In the end, you saw the money and decided to kill him and swallow the rest of the money?"

Mickey sneered: "He only stole 1 yuan back, and we spent half of it that day."

"I told him, let's not go back again, he was lucky the first time." He seemed very guilty.

"I should have gone with him because if it were me he would have gone with me and we've been taking care of each other."

As he spoke, he cried directly.

Jack has basically ruled out that he is a murderer, with tens of millions of cash, most people can't make up such an outrageous story.

At this time, John pushed the door open, tilted his head at the two of them, and motioned to speak.

Jack and Angela followed John out of the interrogation room, and Tim, who was watching the entire interrogation through the one-way glass next door, also came out.

"The money found in the hotel room was all counterfeit." John said with a serious face.

Jack's eyes lit up, and the real money was still a bit troublesome. Maybe it was Joe who stumbled into the drug dealer's vault by mistake, and maybe the DEA would come to intervene, and there would be a lot of nonsense in the future.

But it would be great to switch to counterfeit banknotes. If the USSS (Secret Service) gets the news and comes to share the credit, maybe the case will be closed and a lot of experience will be obtained.

(End of this chapter)