The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1114 Senseless Murder
"Be careful with your words, Mr. Cassel. Reality is not like the novels you created. You can't just arbitrarily impose your own settings on a person."

For a moment, Calderon was like a wounded old lone wolf, showing his still sharp fangs to Cassell.

But that was all. After Jack snorted coldly, he still chose to continue defending himself.

"Yes, I fell in love with Valerie, and she responded to my love, but we didn't have any arguments, and I was here that night, in this suite, and I didn't go anywhere!"

"Let's not even mention that you have enough money to bribe the hotel staff to provide your alibi." Beckett took out another photo and placed it in front of Calderon.

"We told you before that after Dr. Monroe was killed, his body was sent to the funeral home. This is the surveillance footage my colleague obtained from an ATM machine less than a block away from the funeral home.

Does the black Cadillac DeVille look familiar? You often use this car to take Dr. Monroe for walks in the park, right?

As we speak, the forensic team is taking the lining from the trunk of this car and comparing it to the gray nylon fibers found on Dr. Monroe's body, and I have a feeling the results will be very unfavorable to you."

Calderon seemed to be in a state of confusion and insecure, muttering to himself, "No, no, no, I was here that night, I remember it very clearly, I didn't go anywhere, I remember this car."

"Perhaps your dear brother Manuel can help explain what is going on." Jack, who had been watching everything coldly, suddenly spoke up.

After saying that, he took two steps forward and blocked the doorway leading from the living room to the bedroom.

Although the possibility of resistance from the other party was low, Jack still habitually took precautions to avoid some clichéd scenes, such as pushing the person into the bedroom and taking out a shotgun when he saw the situation was not good.

"Oh my God." Calderon turned around and looked at his brother in disbelief. "Did you do it? You took the car keys that night. Look at me, my brother!"

Manuel's eyes sparkled with tears, and he replied in a trembling voice, "You don't understand, brother, I have to do this, it's all for you."

"Manuel! Why!" Calderon roared and subconsciously covered his chest with one hand.

"She's an informant, Caesar." Manuel also growled, "I noticed the man waiting in the restaurant, so I followed him. Do you know who he is?
He's an investigator with the State Attorney's Office, and that woman betrayed you."

Cassel and Beckett sighed silently. Although they were sure that Dr. Monroe's death was related to the drug lord, they had thought of various possible motives before coming.

But the only thing I didn't expect was that this was just due to a misunderstanding.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Calderon's face was distorted and his expression became extremely ferocious.

"Because you have been blinded by love, brother, I know you too well." Although he was a murderer, Manuel's voice was choked.

"When you gave her your mother's bracelet, I knew I was the only one who could stop this, stop Valerie from hurting you."

"What have you done? My dear brother!"

Calderon wanted to reach out and grab Manuel's collar, but his weak body obviously could not support him to make any overly drastic actions in such an excited mood, and instead the latter held his arm.

"He hit her on the back of the head, knocking her unconscious, and then injected air into her neck. I think this is the injection technique your brother learned when he was taking care of you."

There was compassion in Cassel's tone, but it was only out of sympathy for the unfortunate experience of the deceased, not for the "loving" brothers in front of him.

Beckett continued, "This way there wouldn't be any blood evidence, and then he stuffed Dr. Monroe's body into another person's coffin, so no one would ever find it." "I think your brother should have prepared a set of excuses for leaving without saying goodbye, such as Dr. Monroe gave him the bracelet before leaving, and then waited for the right time."

Jack even finished the story that hadn't happened yet, pulling out the handcuffs.

"Why are you doing this?" Calderon panted, looking at his brother with indescribable complex emotions, and the language changed to their native Spanish.

"That's what I've always done, isn't it? Brother, make them disappear. There's no murder without a body. That's what you taught me." Manuel let go of Caesar Calderon's hands, letting them fall limply.

Beckett stepped forward and took the handcuffs handed to him by Jack, and stood behind him. "Manuel Calderon, you are arrested on suspicion of murdering Dr. Valerie Monroe. You have the right to remain silent."

Manuel did not struggle at all. After all, both he and his elderly brother were just ordinary wealthy people in New York who were called investors.

Because of their disastrous history of making a fortune, they have always been closely watched by federal law enforcement agencies and can even be regarded as marginalized people to some extent.

"I can't let her hurt you or our family, I hope."

Manuel's heartfelt words were abruptly interrupted by Jack, "In fact, Dr. Monroe can't hurt anyone. She is indeed an informant for the State Attorney's Office, but she is not investigating you or your brother.

They have no interest in your family, they are only investigating corruption at the county hospital, and your murder is meaningless."

After hearing this, Caesar Calderon fell back on the sofa, holding his chest, breathing heavily, as if he was about to have a heart attack.

However, to Jack's disappointment, this dramatic scene did not happen. Until the three men took Manuel out of the hotel suite, the former drug lord was still sitting there, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes and saying nothing.
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"Would you like to come to my house for a drink?" The case was successfully concluded and all that remained was the court's matter. Cassel seemed to be in a good mood and had already taken out his cell phone to search for the flight time to Las Vegas tomorrow.

"No, our work is not done yet." Because Beckett's police car was used to carry criminals, Jack motioned for the great writer to get into his Audi R8.

"Anything else?" Cassel asked confusedly.

"Two things. First, notify the DEA and have them keep an eye on the flow of funds of the Calderon family. They have been unable to catch this guy because he has kept most of his funds in secret accounts overseas.

But this time, his most important family member, his closest brother, is in prison, so he will definitely hire the best legal team in New York, which means spending a lot of money, and maybe there will be loopholes. "

Jack smiled cunningly, he was not obsessed with absolute justice, he didn't insist on getting rid of the bad guys to have a perfect ending, nothing else mattered, but if there was a chance, he would be happy to see the bad guys get into trouble.

"Calderon's brother killed his lover with his own hands. Do you think he will save him at all costs?" Cassel thought Jack's idea was a little weird.

"Who knows? After all, before Dr. Monroe showed up, even in the past six months, his brother still took care of him without giving up."

Jack believed in his own judgment. Besides, there was no harm in giving it a try. Who knows, there might be an unexpected surprise.

"So what's the second thing? Where are we going?" Seeing Jack driving all the way onto Central Avenue, Cassel became even more curious.

When they were about to reach Columbus Park, Jack found a random parking spot on the side of the road and pulled out his cell phone to send a message to Irene Regan, explaining, "I think maybe we might have a chance to correct a wrongful conviction."

(End of this chapter)