The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1113 Confrontation
What is the difference between a boyfriend and a lover? One is something that can be made public, while the other is usually kept secret.

During the entire investigation phase of the case, no one mentioned that Dr. Monroe had a boyfriend. As for a former drug lord, even Cassel found it difficult to determine what kind of relationship the two had.

After all, a monthly salary of $5 to hire a private doctor who needs to take care of you five days a week is not an outrageous price. But if it is used to support a lover, although it is a little less, perhaps it is a friendship price?

However, what is troubling is not the boyfriend or lover, but the small disagreement on whether Greg lied.

"At least I can see no signs of lying from his micro-expressions." Jack was the first to express his opinion after temporarily leaving the interrogation room, and Beckett nodded slightly in agreement.

Cassel immediately revealed a smug expression, and quickly walked to the evidence board in the middle of the office, pointing to the several photos on it of when Dr. Monroe's body was found.

"He's lying. Look at this photo and that one. There's no bracelet on the body's wrist."

"Then look up again." Jack motioned for him to look up. At the top of the evidence board there was a surveillance screenshot, which was taken when Dr. Monroe met with investigator Leonard Maloney on the night he was murdered.

"."Cassell stopped moving his hands in mid-air and exclaimed, "Greg didn't lie. Dr. Monroe was indeed wearing a bracelet on the night he was murdered."

Although the surveillance screenshots were not very clear, they were sufficient. Just as they were able to identify Leonard Maloney from his profile alone, the bracelet on Dr. Monroe's left hand was also vaguely visible.

"Where did the bracelet go after that?" Beckett picked up the phone on the table, unable to believe that they had overlooked this before.

After a moment, the beautiful detective put down the phone receiver. "The forensic team said they are very sure that no bracelets or other ornaments were found at the scene or in the coffin."

"Of course it was taken away by the murderer." Cassel quickly regained his arrogant look. "Greg said that this was a special gift for Dr. Monroe and it was very precious, but he obviously didn't mean its price."

Jack took the photo off the evidence board and examined it carefully. "Is it my illusion? Why does this bracelet give me a sense of déjà vu?"

Cassel looked at Beckett with a proud smile, "Can you recognize this turquoise bracelet?"

Perhaps because women are naturally sensitive to jewelry and other items, Beckett smiled knowingly and said, "Yes, we saw a similar design not long ago."
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"Do we really not need to notify the SWAT team or something like that?" Standing at the door of the hotel suite, Cassel seemed to have just come to his senses and looked at Jack timidly.

"We may be arresting a drug lord who dominated Colombia 20 years ago."

"No, Calderon is now just an old man in his 60s with heart disease. Besides, this is not his armed base, but just a suite in a high-end hotel."

Jack patted the pistol on his waist with amusement, "If you are worried about a gunfight, you can go back to the car and put on your bulletproof vest with 'WRITER' written on it."

The great writer seemed to have just remembered someone's heroic killing spree in Paris, and he puffed out his chest and pressed the doorbell with a fearless attitude.

The three people who came this time were still the FBI, the writer and the detective, and they were received by the former drug lord Calderon and his brother Manuel.

"Detectives, and Mr. Cassel, is there any progress in Valerie's murder case?"

A little different from last time, this time Calderon already had half a glass of whiskey in his hand. Alcoholism was probably one of the reasons why he was so weak in his early 60s. His younger brother Manuel also stood silently behind his brother like before.

It was Beckett who answered him, "Perhaps, there has been some progress, but we want to know first, what is the relationship between you and Dr. Monroe?"

"I've said it before, she's my personal doctor and my savior." Calderon shook the whiskey in his hand, which had most of its ice melted, took a sip, and still maintained his bossy demeanor.

Cassel found a seat on the sofa and sat down, facing him, “But from what you said before, the relationship between you should not be that simple.

I don’t go on romantic trips to the park with my personal doctor, that’s something I do with my girlfriend.”

As if sensing something was wrong with the atmosphere, Calderon, who was quite sensitive and familiar with certain tones, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his look became somewhat sinister.

"When a man and a woman are attracted to each other because of passion, this is not a criminal act, right? Is there anything to question about this, Detective?"

Calderon raised his glass in a slight gesture toward Beckett.

"You're right, but crimes of passion are another matter, especially murders of passion." Beckett responded bluntly, and took out the photo again and handed it to Cassel.

The latter happily took the photo and showed it to Calderon, followed by the favorite plot of every detective novel fan, including detective writers.

Summarize the clues and uncover the truth through reasoning, forcing the murderer to confess voluntarily.

"You have a beautiful necklace on your neck, Mr. Calderon." Cassel showed the photo to the other party and pointed his finger at Dr. Monroe's wrist.

"We noticed that the bracelet Dr. Monroe was wearing the night he was murdered had a similar design to your necklace."

"That's because I gave this bracelet to Valerie to express my admiration for her." Calderon took off the necklace from his neck and held it in his hand to show it to the three people.

"The bracelet once belonged to my mother and the necklace was my father's, they are indeed a pair."

"A family heirloom?" Cassel showed an expected expression, "No wonder you want to take it back."

"I don't understand what you mean." Calderon's voice was a little hoarse and his expression was a little confused.

At the same time, Jack's eyes fell on the middle-aged man behind the drug lord. Compared to Calderon who was obviously still in a confused state, his brother Manuel seemed a little uneasy.

"When we found Dr. Monroe's body, we didn't find the bracelet. Someone took it away, but left behind the wallet and cell phone. I don't need to explain what this means in detail, right?"

Cassell's expression gradually became serious, and his tone now turned into a question, "What happened? Did you have an argument, or is the cold-blooded Calderon back again?
Is he no longer the well-educated old gentleman in front of us, drinking good wine? "

(End of this chapter)