My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 465 The Vigorous Female Police Detective
"Oh, oh, oh~"

Mitchell raised his hands: "I know what you want to do?"

"You want to use the murder case this morning to threaten me and force me to confess the theft, right?"

"I'm not fooled."

Mitchell shrugged and said, "I won't tell you anymore, please give me a call, I want to find a lawyer."

"Without lawyers, there would be nothing."

Antonio patted him on the shoulder heavily: "I want to make a deal with you, do you like making deals?"

"uh-huh!"

Mitchell was also bluffing. He was caught directly this time. He knew that it was useless to seek a lawyer and wasted money.

His eyes lit up when he heard the deal.

"That's your territory. You wander around there every day, screening targets, and then strike."

Antonio leaned in front of him and stared firmly into his eyes: "I think you must have noticed something unusual this morning."

"Two girls have been raped and killed. If you give me clues, I will let you go."

Mitchell blinked quickly, and asked with the corner of his mouth crooked:

"How do I know if you can believe it or not?"

"You have no choice!"

"How can you be sure what anomalies I'll find?"

"Based on my experience." Antonio narrowed his eyes: "Cheetahs always know where hyenas are. You are extremely sensitive to people who invade your territory."

Mitchell's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again: "I like your metaphor, very much."

"Okay, then I'll trust you once."

He thought for a while, sniffled and said, "At around five o'clock in the morning, there was such a man."

"He was wearing gray and black running clothes and he was stretching all the time."

"Looking around, as if looking for something."

Mitchell nodded: "At that time, according to my judgment, he was either a criminal or a policeman."

He glanced at Antonio and said with a hint of a smile, "But I've never seen a policeman wear such a good watch, so."

The voice is not loud, and the damage is extremely high.

In the observation room next to him, several coughs sounded.

"Be serious." Antonio pinched his shoulder hard: "How close were you to him at that time."

"how to say?"

Mitchell raised his eyebrows: "Closer enough to see his face, can I have a cup of coffee?"

"Of course!"

Antonio smiled and let go, picked up the evidence bag: "Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

Sure enough, they got important clues, and the people next to him walked out of the observation room one after another, and high-fived Antonio.

Burgess was also slightly sweaty with excitement, but she didn't forget her duty and quickly returned to her seat.

"Rusek!"

When walking back to the Chase Room, Orlinsky yelled.

"Got it, coffee."

Ruzek walked towards the tea room without a second word from Orlinsky.

"It's clear to everyone now."

Hank tapped on the table: "Now investigate the data of several surveillance cameras near there."

"To avoid accidents, between 05:30 am and [-]:[-] in the morning, all the white men in gray and black sportswear were screenshotted and handed over to Mitchell for identification."

This is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack. There are hundreds or thousands of people running and passing by there in the morning.

Men's running clothes are basically those colors.

But there is no other way now, only to resort to the kung fu of water dripping through stone.

Gene immediately went to retrieve the monitoring data, and the others returned to their seats one after another, preparing for a protracted battle.

More than a dozen cameras, one and a half hours of video content.

Stop and go, it won't work out in a few hours.

Irene came up after taking a shower. After she understood the situation clearly, the room became quiet, and everyone was staring at the screen with wide eyes.

Ethan is no exception. At this time, it is not suitable for fishing.

Half an hour later, the landline on Burgess' desk rang. She put down the phone and walked quickly to the sheriff's office.

After talking for a few words, the two hurried downstairs.

Ethan rubbed his dry eyes and picked up the coffee cup.

After a while, chaotic footsteps moved upwards, and Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "Thank you very much for coming, this is the intelligence team."

Ethan and Orlinski exchanged glances, and the latter picked up a duckbill cap to cover his messy hair.

Following Hank up the stairs, besides Burgess, there was also a blond woman in a long windbreaker, with a slender figure and a bit of flair in her eyebrows.

Behind the blond woman was a black man with a cropped cut, a black jacket, and a short beard.

Everyone got up one after another, and all greeted him.

These two people should be the colleagues from New York that Hank mentioned. When others come so far to help, they naturally have to treat them with enthusiasm.

"Hi, Detective Rollins."

"Hey, Detective Alderfin."

Facing the warmly greeted crowd, the two New York police detectives kept shaking hands and quickly recognized people.

"God."

The black police detective Alderfin looked at them, smiled and spread his hands:

"You are all so enthusiastic, but what happened to the woman downstairs, it's like eating a big bucket of ice cubes."

Everyone chuckled, knowing they must be talking about Pratt.

"Leave her alone."

Orlinsky changed the subject: "Welcome to Chicago, do you need to find a place for you to rest?"

"no need."

The blond female police detective Rawlins acted vigorously. She saw the photo on the whiteboard and walked over quickly: "We are here to work, how about a cup of coffee first?"

This time without anyone calling, Rusek walked towards the tea room automatically.

The luggage was placed in the corner, and the two New York police detectives took a short break before sharing the case they had analyzed.

All the people from the intelligence team surrounded him.

Burgess also quietly moved the chair and pricked up his ears.

The black male police detective Alderfin started first. He scratched his short beard, waved his hands and said:

"No matter what the case is, we must start with the criminal pattern."

"Why did you start in New York and now come to Chicago? Is this person a salesperson? This happens to be his sales route."

"Or interstate truck drivers, committing crimes based on their own transport routes?"

"These are directions worthy of our investigation."

"That's right." Policewoman Rollins stroked her blond hair behind her ears, and waved the folder in her hand:

"That's a valuable commonality that we've studied on the plane, when the rape and homicide happened in New York, there was a manufacturing fair going on in the city."

"And now this fair, coming to Chicago, is being held at the Ritton Center."

"That's the name, right?"

"Rittenhouse Square." Hank nodded, taking the folder a few steps forward.

He handed the folder to Gene behind him again: "Screen it out and find out all the people who participated in these two fairs."

Seeing this clue, everyone in the intelligence team smiled.

If this clue is useful, they won't have to stare at the surveillance video anymore.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Coming to the field where Gene is best at, he took the folder with confidence and walked downstairs quickly.

(End of this chapter)