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Chapter 189 Mrs. Dunphy: Chuck, you know me!

"Because it's safe here."

Chuck said calmly.

"That's it?"

It was not the first time Jane had heard this, but this time she was really skeptical.

"Why else?"

Chuck said blankly: "Train yourself to bravely face all the injustices in the world?"

Jane couldn't understand the stalking here, and it was hard to say that men like big natures, so she could only accept Chuck's statement that it was safe here.

"Dr. Wolf, here you come."

The tall, bald police detective heard the notification, walked out of the villa and greeted him, his eyes fell on Jane involuntarily, and he frowned: "This is?"

"Jane Banner."

Jane introduced herself: "FBI."

"When did the FBI become so idle?"

The tall, bald police detective's eyes flashed as expected, and he said mockingly: "Or is this case big enough to alarm you?"

"Detective Rostenkowski, she's not here as the FBI, but as my detective assistant."

Chuck explained.

"How many times have I told you, call me Mike."

The tall, bald police detective smiled at Chuck: "You are the only one who has such a big face. You are a consultant to the FBI. In front of you, you abducted someone else's FBI flower to be your assistant. Awesome!"

As he said, he gave a thumbs up. In his opinion, Jane can definitely be called the flower of the FBI.

"Yes, Detective Rostenkowski."

Chuck nodded and said, "Let's go in and see the crime scene."

"it is good."

Seeing this, Detective Rostenkowski could only accept the name Chuck, nodded and led the two of them in. The crime scene identification department had already entered the scene and was taking pictures to collect evidence.

"The name of the deceased was Scarlet Maxa, 38 years old, biological woman, married, with a son, and held a banquet party tonight. At around 8:20, when the party was in full swing, Scarlett ran close to the balcony railing, Clutching his throat and screaming, he jumped out of the guardrail and fell, foaming at the mouth, and his lips were discolored. Although a strict autopsy has not been conducted, the forensic doctor said that this should be a poisoning incident."

Detective Rostenkowski said: "The source is still unclear. The villa is too big, and it will take time to find out."

"The restroom on the second floor."

Chuck glanced at the dead lying on the ground and said.

"Just by looking at it, you know?"

Detective Rostenkowski looked at Chuck in amazement, without doubting Chuck's judgment at all, and signaled his subordinates to search the bathroom on the second floor first.

Jane also looked at Chuck, eyes full of different desires.

Chuck knew that this was the gaze of a law enforcement officer eager to learn, and reminded: "Look at her eyes!"

"Eye?"

Jane immediately looked into the victim's eyes, observed for a while, and suddenly realized: "The mascara on her right eye is thicker than that on her left eye, which means that she is getting poisoned hair while touching up her makeup, so the bathroom on the second floor will be closed." would be the most likely source of poisoning."

"I see."

Detective Rostenkowski also suddenly realized that his attention had been on the dead man's nose and the blood foaming from his mouth before. Even with Chuck's reminder, he observed the dead man's eyes again and again, but he didn't pay attention at all. to this detail.

"Detective, you might want to come up and have a look."

A policeman's voice rang through the intercom.

"It seems that there is a discovery."

Detective Rostenkowski put down the walkie-talkie and signaled Chuck and Jane to follow him up. When he arrived at the bathroom on the second floor, there was a mascara on the sink, a glass of red wine that was not finished, and a tissue on the floor that was used by someone. The lipstick reads: "Now we're clean."

"revenge?"

Jane spoke her guess.

"anything else?"

Chuck looked at her noncommittally.

"Fake revenge?"

Jane followed Chuck and passively learned some awareness of multi-angle observation.

"what should I do now?"

Chuck asked.

"Where is the husband of the deceased?"

Jane looked at Detective Rostenkowski: "I think we should talk to him. After all, most of the deaths of wives are caused by husbands. It is reasonable to pretend to be revenge."

"Now at the neighbor's house with the child."

Rostenkowski glanced at Chuck, did not refuse Jane's question, and said cooperatively: "When the incident happened, he was chatting with someone on the first floor, and there is sufficient evidence of his alibi."

"That's not an alibi."

Under Chuck's gaze, Jane started to use her brain: "He is familiar with the habits of the deceased, so he can poison the wine in advance, and then calculate the time to let the deceased drink the poisoned wine."

"Need to talk to him now?"

Detective Rostenkowski inquired.

"if convenient."

Seeing that Chuck didn't speak, Jane answered.

"Ok."

Detective Rostenkowski ordered his men to bring the deceased husband.

"Why didn't you speak?"

Taking advantage of this gap, Jane asked quietly.

Even though she has experience in co-handling major cases several times, she is still a newcomer, and she is still somewhat guilty and lacks confidence in presiding over a criminal investigation.

"I don't talk much."

Chuck said straightforwardly.

"..."

The corners of Jane's mouth twitched and her long legs trembled slightly, but she thought of some inappropriate scenes. As Chuck said, he didn't talk much, and she was basically the one who talked, and the nervousness couldn't help but eased a lot.

"Is this the job of a detective assistant? Why do I feel like you're training me one-on-one?"

"My detective assistants all have specialties."

Chuck took it for granted: "Chandler is in charge of being funny, and you have to be able to investigate the case independently."

"If it were any other man, they would probably say that you should be responsible for your beauty."

Jane teased in a good mood.

No one likes being treated like a vase.

"Beautiful as a flower is only the basic condition."

Chuck shook his head: "It's not a specialty."

The corners of Jane's mouth were raised high at first, and then when she thought of something, the corners of her raised mouth froze there again. From Chuck's awareness of multi-angle observation that she had unconsciously learned, she thought that although this is a very beautiful truth, But when I think about it the other way around, my competitive pressure is unprecedentedly huge.

Because those who can get along with Chuck must not only be beautiful, but also have shocking specialties.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a sad face was brought over.

"This is the husband of the deceased, Vic Maxa."

Detective Rostenkowski introduced both parties: "This is Dr. Chuck Wolfe, the bureau's advisor, and this is his assistant detective, Jane Banner."

"Detective Chuck, I know you."

Vic Maxa, the husband of the deceased, looked at Chuck excitedly: "You must find out who killed Scarlett."

"I will."

Chuck said calmly: "Now if you don't mind, my assistant needs to ask you some questions."

As he spoke, he signaled Jane to step forward and lead the questioning.

"Of course I don't mind."

Vic, the husband of the deceased, was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded: "As long as it helps solve the case, I will try my best to help."

"Mr. Maxar, does your wife have any enemies?"

Jane stepped forward and began to dominate the conversation.

"Do not."

Vic, the husband of the deceased, shook his head: "Scarlett has no enemies. Everyone likes Scarlett. She is the chairman of the women's committee in the town. This is a very remarkable position. I am proud of her."

"Mr. Maxar, no disrespect meant."

Jane glanced at Chuck, and said to the deceased's husband, Vic: "But no one is liked by everyone, and the chairman of the Women's Committee, if it is a very remarkable position as you said, then there must be someone else Do you also want to be the chairman?"

"This."

Vic, the husband of the deceased, frowned: "Maybe, but I'm not sure, you may need to ask her friends in the women's committee, in my impression, everyone likes Scarlett... the only one who has something with her The only one who is contradictory is Claire Dunphy, but the Dunphy family are good people, I don't believe Claire would do such a thing."

"Claire Dunphy?"

Jane looked over to Detective Rostenkowski.

"She's not on the party list tonight."

Detective Rostenkowski looked through the guest list: "And as Mr. Maxa said, the Dunphy family may be a little weird, but they are all good people. We can ask her to assist in the investigation tomorrow."

"OK then."

Jane glanced at Chuck, nodded in approval, and continued to ask, "Mr. Maxa, what do you do?"

"I develop real estate."

Vic, the deceased's husband, bowed his head.

"The real estate market is not good right now."

Jane's eyes froze.

Husbands kill their wives for many reasons, but to sum it up, the most common ones are money, such as not wanting to get a divorce, not wanting to pay alimony, buying a huge amount of insurance for their wives, and then killing their wives to cheat insurance and so on.

The industry in which the deceased’s husband, Vic, was engaged was in a downturn, and the possibility of getting money was greatly increased. However, it is necessary to check Vic’s financial situation to be sure.

"you do not say."

Vic, the husband of the deceased, sighed: "But I believe everything will be fine, and we will get through it."

"What does Scarlett do?"

Jane continued to ask: "A simple housewife?"

"Do not."

The husband of the deceased, Vic, shook his head: "Scarlett is engaged in art work, of course, because she has to take care of the family and serve the women's committee in the town, so it is only a part-time job, selling some homemade jewelry, bracelets, earrings and the like. Very good, supporting this family has made my husband both proud and ashamed, and now that she is gone, I don’t know if I can hold on until the real estate market picks up.”

Having said this, his expression darkened.

Jane looked at Chuck.

"Mr. Maxa, sorry, you can go back to accompany your son, and we will contact you again if necessary."

Chuck said.

"please."

Vic, the husband of the deceased, nodded to everyone and left.

"What do you think?"

Chuck looked at Jane.

"I can't see anything."

Jane smiled bitterly: "However, many husbands who kill their wives seem to be harmless to humans and animals. We can only wait for follow-up investigations to see if he has economic motives, and see if the death of the deceased can bring him any benefits."

"I've got people investigating."

Detective Rostenkowski nodded.

"What do you think? Is it him?"

Jane couldn’t help looking at Chuck.

"I do not know."

Chuck was expressionless: "This case, you will lead the investigation, you are my detective assistant, have you forgotten?"

"..."

Detective Rostenkowski is speechless and wants to complain, do you have any misunderstanding about the word assistant?
But this is the decision made by Chuck. Even if he wants to complain, he only complains a few words in his heart, and then implements it without objection.

"The people from the Women's Committee of Ping'an Township are all outside, aren't they?"

Jane thought of the two housewives who were feeling oppressed, and half asked and half suggested: "We should talk to them, after all, we can't rule out pure revenge, and some people are idle and boring to covet the position of the chairman of the women's committee in this town."

In fact, she doesn't know much about the intrigues of the housewives in the small town, but she has often heard family members nagging about these "small town housewives politics", at least she understands one concept, that is, once these desperate housewives get impulsive, they can really win. Those who have to use a knife and a gun are not surprising to be poisoned.

"Correct."

Detective Rostenkowski nodded and said, "The four commissioners are outside, and Claire Dunphy came over when he heard the news."

"Can I invite them in?"

Jane said, "I think I should talk to them."

"Who do you want to talk to first?"

Detective Rostenkowski asked.

"Claire Dunphy."

Jane thought for a while and said.

When Claire Dunphy was brought in, introduced her identity to each other, and was asked where she was at the time of the crime, Claire covered her mouth and said in surprise, "OMG! Do you suspect me?"

"Just a routine inquiry."

Jane reassured.

"How can you doubt me?"

Claire was in a state of shock, murmured out of her mind, and then subconsciously looked at Chuck: "Chuck, you know me! You tell them, it is absolutely impossible for me to do this kind of thing!"

"Ok?"

Jane immediately looked at Mrs. Dunphy again, and saw that although she was a mother of three children, she was still quite charming, but she couldn't be called beautiful.

So although she had some doubts about the relationship between Mrs. Dunphy and Chuck, she didn't think too much about it.

"A qualified detective must doubt all possibilities."

Chuck said calmly, "You can't run away if you did it. If you didn't do it, you won't be wronged."

"I was still at home talking about Chuck with my family when I heard the news."

Claire was a little quieter and explained: "It can't be me!"

"At the beginning of the year, you and Scarlett competed for the chair of the Peace Town Women's Committee."

Jane stared at her: "Your conflicts are even a little public, and you are not invited to tonight's party."

"so?"

Claire spread her hands and shouted: "You don't think I'm going to kill because of this, do you? Please! I don't have this idea at all. The reason why there are some conflicts is because she provoked them first. Do you know why?

Because she thinks I'm a huge threat!

That's right!

It's not that I have a problem with her, but that she can't stand my popularity and potential..."

So, she talked about her second daughter Alix's theory that only if she is strong enough to threaten others, will she cause others to fear, oppress and ridicule her.

The more he spoke, the more confident he became. A tactician leaned back and looked at Jane with his hands folded: "It's her who feels threatened, not me! I'm in the ascendant stage, do you think I'd be so stupid to use this method to defeat her? And How can I do this when I'm not around?"

"Gloria Pritchett was on the Women's Committee and your stepmother, wasn't she?"

Jane reminded.

"Not the stepmother."

Claire, who was leaning back tactically, was almost thrown, and said disgruntledly, "She is my father's new wife."

"So she's still a stepmother."

Jane corrected: "She was at the party, too."

"so?"

Claire didn't like the word stepmother, and complained, "You won't say I asked her to poison Scarlet, right?"

"I didn't say that, it's just that you seemed pretty sure you couldn't do it."

Jane looked at her: "And the lipstick you use is very special, what brand is it?"

"...Tenderness and sweetness, my husband bought it for me specially, what's wrong?"

Claire was speechless, and couldn't help but look at Chuck, obviously hoping that Chuck would say a few words for her.

Jane stopped talking and looked at Chuck.

Seeing this, Detective Rostenkowski coughed lightly and said, "Assistant Banner, is the conversation over? If it's over, let Mrs. Dunphy go back first. It's getting late, and there are still many people who need to talk. .”

"You can go, we will find you again if necessary."

Jane nodded to Claire.

Claire hurriedly got up and left. No one wanted to be involved in such troubles. You must know that all kinds of gossip and rumors are flying around in the town.

"She's wearing the same lipstick that's on the tissue."

After watching Claire leave, Jane expressed her own judgment: "It's not a mass product."

"So it's her?"

Detective Rostenkowski wondered.

"Probably not, she doesn't look that stupid."

Jane shook her head: "It seems that someone knows that they have conflicts and wants to blame her."

"Dr. Wolf, there is news from the Bureau."

Detective Rostenkowski’s cell phone rang, and after he connected, he listened to a few words, and after hanging up, he introduced the latest situation: “We investigated Mr. Marksa’s financial situation and found that his real estate company’s finances were poor and on the verge of bankruptcy, but But he kept getting cash deposits into his personal account, sometimes more than $5000 in one stroke."

"Such a large amount of cash deposited?"

Jane immediately understood: "Have you asked Mr. Maxa?"

"I asked, and he said that it was deposited by Scarlett, the income from selling jewelry."

Detective Rostenkowski said.

"It seems that the deceased has a secret that does not belong to the identity of the housewife."

After Jane expressed her judgment, she looked at Chuck.

In the world of American TV dramas, whenever large sums of cash are involved, there are likely to be problems. The first thought that flashes through everyone's mind is a criminal. These people are most in need of and like to use cash.

And Chuck is absolutely top-notch in terms of auditing, and he can make a final decision.

Chuck didn't speak, but just signaled Jane to continue with his eyes.

For him, there was no difficulty in this case, and Ping'an Town was his territory, and he had already expected it even before the incident happened.

But for Jane, it is a good opportunity to host the case.

So Chuck won't say anything, but let Jane have her way and see how far she can go.

(End of this chapter)