The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 392 No. 1 deceased (the last day for double monthly tickets, please please!)
Neither Jack nor Rosie exposed Gil Moss's forgery of evidence. She handed over her hair as evidence to Rosie, forming a tacit understanding.

Since the Denver District Office agent was willing to risk his career on just one possibility, the BAU team just had to follow the process.

If a big case is indeed uncovered, the BAU will take the lead. If the case is solved, everyone will share the credit, which can be regarded as mutual support.

If it turns out that her work was in vain, the BAU will not cover up anything for Agent Moss. If this evidence is handed over, she will most likely be cleared from the FBI.

It's like taking a shortcut in mountain climbing. There must be a price to pay, either to reach the top before everyone else and see the beautiful sunrise, or to fall off the cliff and be shattered to pieces.

Fortunately, at present, Gil Moss seems to have made the right bet.

Early the next morning, shortly after Jack contacted Garcia, he received a reply.

"Diana Foster, 34, a real estate agent who lived in suburban Grand Junction, was killed five years ago when she went to meet a client in Pagosa Springs.

Her body was found in the basement of a house for sale. She had been raped and the cause of death was strangulation. "

After Garcia finished speaking in the video, he hid his profile picture and released several photos of the corpse taken at the scene.

"Red, look, are these burns electrical?" Jack handed the phone to Almighty Encyclopedia with some uncertainty.

Rhett squinted his eyes for a long time and nodded, "There are yellowish-brown dry burns on the surrounding skin, which is a typical feature caused by electric shock, but I still need a forensic report for final confirmation.

If confirmed, this is consistent with the description in those materials. This guy has an unusual persistence in electric shock abuse, which seems to bring him special pleasure. "

"Wait a minute. Okay, all the information on this case has been sent to your email." Garcia, who always looks optimistic, ended the video call.

Jack opened the information she sent, flipped through a few pages, and smiled, "You can inform Hotchner that they are leaving. This is the name of the client registered by the victim at the time. What do you think the name of the client who made an appointment with her was?" "

"Louis Ivey, the name of the warehouse renter is exactly the same." Rhett was also looking through the information on his phone and quickly found the answer.

"Wow, it's perfect." Gil Moss clenched his fists and cheered.

Rossi, who took out his cell phone and was about to call Hotchner, was stunned for a moment and looked at her with an unkind expression, as if he was wondering if he had made a mistake.

Jack and Red also looked at Gil Moss in surprise, wondering if this kind of speech was too disrespectful to the victim.

The BAU does not encourage team members to invest too much emotion in the victims in the case, and requires them to remove their own emotional factors as much as possible. Firstly, it is to avoid too many subjective factors affecting the judgment, and secondly, it is to prevent them from getting too involved in certain cases. Deep impact on oneself.

But there is still basic respect for the victims. Such utilitarian speeches are unthinkable within the BAU.

Jack could understand the other person's anxiety after betting on his career, and his joy after winning the bet, but if this eldest sister has such an impatient character, then this road is destined to not go far.

Moreover, judging from the information, this victim may be just the tip of the iceberg of those numerous corpses. Thinking about the crematorium, it is very likely that even if the murderer is caught, all the victims will not be found.

Gil Moss also noticed her gaffe. She lowered her head to straighten her clothes and straightened her hair. When she raised her head again, she looked as if nothing had happened.It takes nearly a day to drive from Los Angeles to Denver, and it takes two to three hours by plane.

At noon, all members of the BAU team arrived. When Hotchner appeared with Jiejie and Emily, there was another commotion, accompanied by whispers from other agents.

If it was just speculation before, now everyone can be sure that a big case has really happened.

"Are all the evidence here?" Hotchner was stunned for a moment when he saw a room full of cardboard boxes. Obviously, the scale was somewhat unexpected.

The energetic Gil Moss seemed to be a different person at this time.

"There are also some old sundries. The local police station has sealed the warehouse. They are all books, records, toys, etc., uh, I mean real toys, for children to play with.

We got a few fingerprints in there, but there were no matches and he wasn't in our database. "

Before Hotchner could say anything, Jack, who knew he was going to arrange a job, volunteered, "I'll go to the warehouse in Norwood."

He was almost getting moldy from squatting in the dark room for the past two days and couldn't wait to go out for a walk. Although according to the map, Norwood was four or five hours' drive from Denver, he really didn't want to deal with this pile of information anymore. .

Hotchner nodded, "Let Emily join you and see if there are any other useful clues.

Rhett continued to analyze the data, digging deeper and trying it from a linguistic and graphological perspective. Rosie and I were responsible for the drawings. We needed more details to find more connections among the mountains of old cases. . "
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More than three hours later, Jack's Raptor F150 parked in front of a garage-sized warehouse.

This kind of specially rented warehouse is built from rows of metal prefabricated houses, and the rent is very cheap. It is used by those who are temporarily away from the local area or who do not have enough storage space at home to store sundries.

"Are you here to have some fun?" Emily opened the sealed rolling shutter door and looked at the half-warehouse of sundries inside.

"Huh?" Jack subconsciously picked up a bundle of thin hemp ropes from the ground and looked at Emily with a somewhat stiff look in his eyes.

"Oh, are you going to compete?" He shook his head hard to get rid of some inappropriate thoughts in his mind. Jack was a little scared. Is this the price of being a "pornography expert" for two days? He was almost killed. Contagious.

"Let's see who has more insight and find out more clues. The loser will be treated to a big dinner tonight." Fortunately, Emily was unaware of someone's dirty thoughts.

"You haven't saved enough for your down payment?"

Jack knew that she was planning to buy a house recently. Although the girl's family was a diplomat and her financial situation was not bad, she didn't seem to intend to ask for money from her family, but wanted to rely entirely on herself.

The benefits within the FBI are okay, but the salary is really not that high. Even at Hotchner's level, it may not reach US$20 a year after taxes.

It is indeed difficult for Emily to save enough money to buy a house entirely on her own.

(End of this chapter)