The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1105 Greg Galaxy

"I knew this guy was the male nurse version of Jack, the girls' dream man."

Jack didn't know how to respond to Cassel's words. It didn't feel like a good thing to say, but he didn't want to refute it.

Kevin looked at Jack, tilted his chin up and tried to hold back his laughter, indicating that he couldn't agree more with what Cassel said.

"OK, I thought so too, but Dr. Ziems insisted that their relationship was purely platonic, so I did some more digging, and here's what I found out."

As he spoke, he pulled out a blank board from the evidence board, then took out photos from the thick file bag in his hand and pasted them on it.

Kevin pasted Greg McClintock's photo in the middle of the whiteboard, and then, under Cassell's increasingly wide-eyed gaze, he pasted photos of nine beautiful female doctors in succession, surrounding it in the middle like the sun.

Finally he wrote a title at the top of the whiteboard, "Greg Galaxy."

Kevin raised his hand to introduce them. "Every woman here is circling around Greg and treating him as their best friend."

"Oh, you actually found a big stud?" Cassel's expression was more of envy than shock.

Even Jack curiously observed the photos of women surrounding Greg, and was surprised to find that these nine female doctors not only had different skin and hair colors, but also had a wide age range.

"But the weird thing is, I've talked to every 'planet' in this 'galaxy' and they all deny that they ever slept with Greg, but they all have no problem admitting that there was a special relationship between them.

And the forensics team has checked the entire hospital and there is no carpet that matches the fibers we found on the deceased."

Although what he meant was that he had worked in vain, Kevin did not have much regret on his face. He even had a strange smile full of satisfaction.

Considering that this guy completed the exploration of the entire "Greg Galaxy" in just half a day, Jack thought that it might be easier for him to achieve success in his career if he stopped being a detective and became a paparazzi who specialized in collecting celebrity gossip.

It took Cassel a long time to close his half-open mouth, and then he raised an unwilling question.

"That makes no sense. If you're not going to have sex with girls, why waste your time listening to their complaints and spending money on gifts for them?"

These distorted words were overheard by Beckett who was walking behind him. The silent appearance of the female detective scared the writer who was talking nonsense.

"Maybe he's a gay? Is he really a good friend of those women?" Kevin guessed.

"From the way he was trying to flirt with me, no, he's straight," Beckett said confidently.

Seeing that even Cassel, who always had a clear mind, couldn't figure out the secret, everyone decided not to continue exploring.

At least for now, the suspicion of nurse Greg McClintock, a super warm-hearted man who aspires to become the central air conditioner of the county hospital, has been temporarily ruled out.

"This is the financial status of the victim, Valerie Monroe." Jack handed Beckett a thin file, which was of course compared to the thick file bag in Kevin's hand. "Since she graduated from medical school, she has been paying the minimum amount of her $44 student loan every month."

Kevin was obviously shocked by the amount of the loan, his eyes widened, "It costs so much to be a doctor? Fortunately, I became a policeman."

Jack gave him a fake smile in return. It took more than money to be a doctor in this country, and Valerie Monroe was only an internist.

If you want to become a heart surgeon like someone's ex-boyfriend, not only will it cost more than a million, but the time and energy required will also be enormous, usually taking 12 to 15 years.

Therefore, handsome young surgeons usually only appear in movies and TV dramas, or they come from medical families. Most of those who can survive to the stage of specialists are basically bald middle-aged.

Jack continued, "But in the past six months, she has started to pay back $10,000 a week, which is $40,000 a month, but I have also confirmed that her salary income has not increased significantly during this period."

Cassel showed a surprised expression, "Even your FBI couldn't find the source of the money?"

"Let me finish." Jack was speechless to this impatient guy. "We found the source of the money in her account flow. It was a remittance from a secret overseas account. The specific information is still under investigation, but it will take time."

Those present were all experienced detectives, and they all understood the unusual situation without Jack having to emphasize it. It was too strange no matter how you looked at it that an internist in a public hospital suddenly received a large amount of funds from a secret overseas account in the past six months.

"So what did you get?" Cassel leaned over to look at the photo in Beckett's hand.

The female detective directly pasted the photo in her hand on the evidence board. The picture was a little blurry and was obviously a screenshot from the surveillance video. In the photo, Dr. Valerie Monroe was standing with a strange man, and there was an ambulance parked next to them.

"Greg didn't lie. I found this footage on the hospital surveillance camera near the ambulance access. Dr. Monroe did leave with another man after get off work."

Jack looked at the photo carefully. Although the clarity was average, it captured the entire face of the victim, Valerie Monroe. Unfortunately, the man standing with her was only seen in profile, and it could be vaguely seen that he was a middle-aged white man in his forties or fifties.

"Give me a copy, maybe I can run facial recognition at the operations center, but it probably won't be until tomorrow."

This case does not belong to the FBI, but Jack is still in charge of Dana Moger's cooperation project and serves as a liaison officer between the FBI and local law enforcement agencies such as the NYPD.

Even if he didn't have this relationship, with his current popularity in the New York office, he no longer needs to go through Alice and can go directly to those IT geeks for help.

Beckett raised his hand to check the time. "Thank you for your assistance, FBI. It's getting late. Anyone want to go for a midnight snack? I'll treat you."

"Aha, I heard that there's a new roast duck restaurant opened near Wall Street. I've always wanted to try it." Cassel quickly raised his hand and suggested.

"You mean the one that sells them for $98 each?" Jack immediately refused. It was not because he wanted to save money for the female detective with a "meager" income, but because he had already tried it.

Whether it is authentic or not is another matter. After all, the taste of Americans is different from that of Seres. For them, authentic does not necessarily mean delicious. They simply think that the price-performance ratio is too low.

(End of this chapter)