The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 534 An anticlimactic ending and poisoning

After such an incident, there was no need to go to the CSI laboratory. Jack asked Beckett to arrange for a police officer to send Mr. Peacock home and found a coffee shop to sit down. Then the two FBIs used it improperly. His eyes were fixed on Cassel.

"OK, OK, I told him. I didn't expect him to be so impulsive." Cassel knew that they had guessed it, so he raised his hand and confessed.

"Do you know that you almost completely destroyed a family that was already riddled with holes?" Jack deliberately said it harshly. The guy in front of him obviously didn't understand the situation yet.

Cassell moved his hips uneasily, his eyes flickering, trying to defend himself, "I just told him that the NYPD doesn't have enough evidence yet."

"No, you make me feel that asking you to participate in this case was a wrong decision." Jack looked like he had betrayed my trust.

"I was wrong. Although I only have a casual acquaintance with Mr. Peacock, as a father who also raised a daughter, I really can't refuse his plea." Cassell was silent for a long time and finally gave up his defense.

Seeing that he admitted his mistake, Jack didn't say anything more. After all, he was the FBI. No matter how powerful the big shots Cassel knew at the top, they would not be allowed to participate in the FBI's case. The rest of the matter would be left to Beckett. Go ahead and get rid of the headache.

After this idle playboy is rounded and squashed by the powerful female detective, he will laugh at him loudly.

"Didi." Just as the three of them were sitting in the coffee shop chatting, Jack's cell phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Mike Taylor. They found evidence.

CSI found a stain on the overalls provided by Billy, which was caused by pine resin mixed with sawdust powder.

According to the records provided by the Planning Bureau, Billy was indeed assigned to the north side of the park that night. In addition to replanting flowers and plants, his work also included treating a pine tree that was hollowed out by insects.

Then, Mike Taylor found stains of exactly the same shape on Lobi's underwear. After testing and comparison, he could prove that they were transferred from Billy's overalls. Now the chain of evidence was complete.

"Huh? So it's all over?" After hearing Jack's story, Cassel opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"Yes, this evidence is enough to send him to jail. Detective Beckett has obtained an arrest warrant, and Billy, who just left the police station, has been officially arrested." Jack and Hannah gave high-fives to celebrate the successful solving of the case.

"This is a little different from what I imagined." Cassell looked quite disappointed.

"Most cases in reality are solved by forensic science. In novels, there are very few cases where cases are solved purely by reasoning. In fact, if the NYPD detectives were like the detectives in your novels, serious cases would probably be closed. The rate will be even more disastrous.”

This is not to discredit the New York Police Department's low crime detection rate, but simply to state the facts. Although New York's public security has always been criticized, compared with other large cities in the United States, it is already quite good.
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That weekend, in order to celebrate solving the case, Jack prepared a sumptuous table of delicious food and held a small party in the apartment just like he did in Los Angeles.

He and Hannah met many new friends after coming to New York this time. In addition to Cassel and his daughter, Mike Taylor and his deputy Stella Bonacilla, Danny Regan took him His wife was also invited to attend.

The Reagan family is an Irish immigrant whose ancestors still maintain some traditional Irish habits and are even devout Catholics.

Although the British cuisine next door has always been regarded as dark cuisine, Ireland, which is only separated by a channel, has a long-standing agricultural tradition, so Irish food is worth mentioning.

Jack specially made a traditional Irish stew consisting of lamb neck, potatoes, onions, carrots, parsley, and the "jacket potatoes" that are essential on the Irish table. In addition, the fresh trout shipped from the Finger Lakes and the veal from Texas also received high praise from everyone. One month after arriving in New York, after unremitting efforts, someone finally rebuilt his home here. food supply chain.

With the famous detective novelist present, everyone naturally chatted about Cassel's new work. In his new book "The Storm Comes", this guy wrote the protagonist of this best-selling book series Derek Storm to death. .

"Writing Derek was fun in the past, but now it's like hard labor, so I decided to end the series." Cassel is a good user of chopsticks and has a wide range of tastes. Every dish on the table seems to suit him. appetite.

"It sounds like you have found new inspiration?" Danny Regan's wife Linda asked with interest. Although she was not a fan of Cassel's books, she had a close encounter with a well-known writer. It is also a rare experience for a housewife like her.

"Yes, after a few months of rest, I finally found a new source of inspiration, and even thought of the heroine's name." Cassell proudly showed off.

"Heroine? So your next book will be about a female protagonist?" Stella Bonacilla asked. In her words, reading Cassel's detective novels is her daily way to relax her nerves. Way.

"Yes, her name is Nikki Hitt, and she is as sexy and charming as her name."

"Cough" Danny, who was concentrating on the stew, almost choked. This name is indeed very sexy, and it happens to be the homophone of the words naked and hot.

"Well, let me guess, your source of inspiration doesn't just happen to be the beautiful red-haired female detective of the NYPD, right?" Jack, who didn't need to know the plot of "The Secret Detective" spoke up, Hannah also guessed the same.

"That Kate Beckett?" Danny Regan had obviously heard of his colleague and picked up his wine glass to greet him. "Wow, man, then you are in trouble. She is famous in the bureau. Inaccessible iceberg beauty.”

"No, no, no, I don't intend to pursue her, well, at least not now." Cassel raised the glass and clinked it with him, drinking down the remaining whiskey in one gulp, "But she will become mine soon. The Muse.”
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It’s a new week again, and on Wednesday afternoon, Jack is fishing in his office, preparing the outline of his second new book. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, and then half of Jubal’s body appears at the door.

"Jack, something happened."

Twenty minutes later, Jack's Dodge Hellcat drove Hannah to Delery Place, not too far from Wall Street and also located in the Financial District of Manhattan.

Two different colors of red and yellow warning tapes have been put up here. The yellow one on the outside is from the NYPD, while the red one is on the inside.

"What happened?" Jack and Hannah showed their IDs, crossed the yellow warning tape, and found Danny Regan standing outside the red warning tape.

"We heard six people died."

"Now there are eight, and the exact number is still being counted. It's not clear what happened. All we know is that these poor people fell down like flies sprayed with insecticide."

Danny Regan pointed to several corpses in the square and said, "Six people fell in the square, and several others fell on the sidewalk. At least fourteen others were sent to the hospital. The crime occurred nearby. Eight blocks.”

(End of this chapter)