The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1108 Clues to the Mysterious Man

While Calderon was explaining his alibi, Jack cast his eyes toward the open bedroom door.

Although the carpet there also had some gray patterns, it was a high-quality wool carpet, which did not match the nylon fibers found on the deceased's body.

So he shook his head slightly at Beckett, indicating that Dr. Monroe was most likely not dead in this suite.

However, when the female detective took out the surveillance screenshot and asked Caesar Calderon whether he had seen the man in the photo, who was theoretically the last person Dr. Monroe saw before his death, she got an unexpected result.

However, the person who provided the clue was not the drug lord himself, but his younger brother Manuel who had been standing behind him without saying a word.

"I've seen this guy before. A few times, Valerie asked me to drop her off at a nearby restaurant when I was driving her home, and one time I saw this man standing there waiting for her."

Manuel also had a hint of sadness on her face when she spoke. It seemed that just as the director of the county hospital said, Dr. Monroe was indeed a very friendly woman.

After learning the name of the restaurant from him, the three of them immediately stood up and said goodbye.

After leaving the Fairclos Hotel, Beckett called Kevin and asked him to come and verify Calderon's alibi with the hotel. He then went to the restaurant called "Amelia" with two followers.

"As you have a reader with a special identity, I thought you would be as excited as ever to show off to us." Jack was very puzzled by the person's silence along the way.

Cassel, who was sitting in the passenger seat next to Beckett, looked back at him and said in surprise, "I know you hate drug dealers, even if he is a drug lord who has retired long ago, but still enjoys the luxurious life brought by the blood-stained money.

In fact, I was worried when I entered the room just now. What if you suddenly pulled out a gun and shot him? How should I make up a story for you to cover it up? "

"Thank you, but please correct the image of me in your mind. I am a law enforcer, not a paranoid vigilante." Instead of being moved, Jack rolled his eyes at him.

It is obvious that his image in the great writer's mind has been completely overturned since his last trip to Paris.

From a law-abiding FBI agent to a superhero who hates evil and will do anything to achieve justice, or a secret agent who is as awesome as his father and walks in the dark.

Beckett, who was driving, looked at the two of them suspiciously. When Cassel brought the two girls back to New York alone, he made up a rather outrageous story for her.

He single-handedly broke into the lair of human traffickers, shot a little Karami with his left and right hands, and bravely rescued two little girls who were almost sold.

The clever female detective guessed that there must be many unspeakable secrets involved, which could be guessed from a series of ambiguous news reports that broke out in Paris at the time.

Besides, if Cassel had this ability, he would have died long ago, but if the protagonist was replaced by Jack, it seems very reasonable.

But Beckett was not as curious as someone else. In fact, even Cassel had never asked what Jack and his father did after he left Paris with the two girls.

"In fact, I have been thinking about it just now. Is there a possibility that what exists between them is not love but family affection, and Dr. Monroe is actually Calderon's daughter?"

Cassel spoke out the "astonishing" conjectures he had come up with along the way, and became more and more confident as he spoke.

"Just imagine, in order to protect his wife and daughter, Calderon had to..." "Dr. Valerie Monroe is pure blonde and has blue eyes. Her facial features are typical of Nordic race. The possibility of them being related by blood is almost zero." Jack strangled Cassel's plot idea with just one sentence.

“But you can’t deny that this is a brilliant idea: a heinous drug lord, his wife and daughter who were forced to hide their identities, and their unexpected reunion many years later.

He wanted to recognize her but was full of concerns. In the end, he was discovered by his enemy and killed. He had to swallow the consequences of his evil deeds that he had committed many years ago.

Cassel raised his eyebrows triumphantly at Jack, but the latter always felt that this plot was familiar.

Beckett pulled over and unbuckled his seatbelt in a swift motion. "You two can slowly share your writing experiences. I'll go ask the store clerk if he has seen the man in the photo."

It was not yet 11 o'clock in the morning and there was still some time before the lunch rush. Beckett walked into the restaurant alone to ask questions, so Henchmen A and B could only lean against Beckett's plainclothes police car and browse their phones out of boredom.

"Alexis said you never won money in Las Vegas, is that true?" Jack asked suddenly.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Cassel leaned over and took a look. "Ah? Are you chatting with her?"

"Yes, I convinced her to replace her motorcycle with an electric scooter, the kind that only has a top speed of 30 miles per hour."

Today, the town of Maggrave not only makes electric three-wheeled motorcycles, but also obtained authorization from the Italian company to make electric scooters that look similar to the Vespa scooter. One scooter sells for more than $6000, which is more expensive than the original gasoline-powered scooter.

At this time, Beckett also walked out of the restaurant, with a look of surprise on his face. "The waiter said that he is a regular lunch customer here. He has not been here today, but they don't know the man's name."

Cassel obviously didn't believe that things would go so smoothly. "Maybe he is the murderer and has already escaped. We should directly retrieve the surveillance footage and then look up the credit card records. We should be able to find his identity."

Beckett didn't argue. "Perhaps, but we can also choose to wait here for a while. The waiter said he usually shows up at 11 o'clock."

"But I'm a little hungry." Cassel deliberately made a pitiful look.

"You can choose to wait until 11: and then come with us into this restaurant for lunch, or you can walk to the corner right now. I just saw a food truck selling chicken tacos there."

Jack said unhappily, turning to ask Beckett.

"Kate, you don't give me the impression of a woman who is prone to maternal love. Why do you like this kind of old boy who never grows up?"

"I like him?" The female detective's eyes widened, as if she had heard some incredible joke.

Cassel looked around for a while, pretending not to hear the conversation between the two, but he actually discovered it.

"Look, it's him!"

The two looked in the direction he was looking and saw that the middle-aged white man in the photo had just gotten out of a taxi and was walking towards them quickly with his hands in his pockets.

(End of this chapter)