Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 75 75. The clues meet here

At noon, Dean returned to the LVPD with the team and the discovery of Abby's house.

"Here comes District Attorney Hines from the D.A.'s office to see what's going on," Holden said.
"What is the position of the District Attorney?" Dean asked, "Shouldn't the Las Vegas Police Department be responsible for this case?"

"It's complicated to explain. You just need to know that we can't mess with him, he issued an arrest warrant and a search warrant not long ago, and now the evidence is strong, he is going to file a lawsuit against the 'child killer' to add his credentials, right , I don’t get along well with that guy.”

Holden explained, and led Dean and Carl up to the second floor to another more spacious but dimly lit office.

There were already four people negotiating verbally and verbally - the client Abby and her mother Raj, the bald and fat lawyer Lucville, and another young man with a straight figure in a dark blue suit.

"Dean Lu, the hero who saved the children in the Lake Mead incident?" The young man paused when he saw the Asian face who opened the door, got up and walked over, and shook hands with Dean very enthusiastically. His palm was warm and full of strength, and he was not stingy in his words of praise,

"I heard that you are a volunteer in the LVPD, and not long ago, you also assisted the bureau in solving a murder case with a bad influence. Las Vegas needs you, a young man with a sense of justice, responsibility and talent."

"You are too good, District Attorney Hynes, I am just a volunteer who came to study and listen, I hope I didn't disturb you." Dean smiled at him, and glanced at the three people sitting side by side opposite him,
Abby immediately became excited and wanted to get up to say something but was stopped by her mother's look.

"What are we talking about? Go ahead." Carl said flatly, and sat down on the chair next to the desk with Holden and Dean.

The district attorney returned to the negotiating table, looked at Abby with piercing eyes, half jokingly, half ironically,

"Back to the point, do you like little boys? Abby. On the day you committed the crime, did you take a new drug, drank the pills, or had hallucinations and a schizophrenic attack, so you committed that heinous thing to an innocent boy? offense!"

"Stop! Stop intimidating my client!" Luqueville interrupted the district attorney's questioning, and asked back full of gunpowder, "Tell us why Abby was arrested! Tell us all, or we will go find him." Media, tell them you arrested an innocent high school student, a future famous novelist, ruined her reputation, terrified her parents and friends, and left us with a trumped-up murder charge and warrant! "

Facing the lawyer's aggressive rhetorical question, the district attorney calmly threw out a sentence,

"First, the fingerprints ... we found Abby's fingerprints on the body of the victim, Bucky Fran, on the knife Abby cut him open, on the bike that drove him further into the park."

"That's not me, I didn't do it!" Abby retorted with her shoulders trembling, her face flushed,
The lawyer gave her a reassuring look and retorted, "Fingerprinting is nothing new."

The district attorney shook his head, "A few fingerprints may be framed, but dozens, hundreds, are still bloody fingerprints."

"Although it's a bit troublesome, it can also be framed." The lawyer was a little messy.

"We've got several other witnesses," interjected Carl, who was next to him, "without hesitation in each of them pointing out Abby Clark in the photo, who was seen riding a bicycle with Bucky Fran in the Bronx. Ke Park!"

"You know what an eyewitness is, Carl?" said the lawyer calmly, but with force. In a state of addiction. Besides, we have witnesses!"

The lawyer glanced at Ms. Raj next to her. The latter wiped away her tears and said that Abby had been sick and lying at home at the time of the incident.
"Batista and I are both witnesses. A few days before the incident, the family doctor prescribed medicine for Abby, which proved that she was in a very bad condition!"

"Conflicting evidence? It doesn't matter. We have other evidence. Please explain to me why the DNA test results are the same," the prosecutor put the photos and reports in the briefcase in front of Abby and the lawyer. , "In the empty eye sockets of the deceased, in the mouth where the tongue was cut off, and on the edge of the torn tissue, there are all Abby's DNA and traces of biting!"

"It's terrible, that's a demon!" Abby was terrified, screaming pale, "That's not me!"

Raj hugged her into his arms with red eyes, and the mother and daughter were crying cheek to cheek.

"Exquisite acting skills." Carl sarcastically said, "We still have a lot of surveillance video, enough to expose your lies!"

"Wait. If the DNA was tested after the arrest, if it strictly complies with the testing procedures, it doesn't make sense that the test results will come out soon." The lawyer's eyes shot out suddenly, "How did you get my client Abby Clark's DNA sample? "

This question stopped both the police detective and the district attorney, and Hynes looked at Carl.

Carl cleared his throat, "We asked a colleague and obtained Abby Clark's consent the day after the incident, and we obtained her sample."

"Uncle Thomas?" Abby raised her mouth with red eyes,
"This is an illegal method." The corner of the lawyer's mouth was slightly curved, and a gleam of joy flashed across his fat face. "This DNA test report is invalid evidence! You must seek my client's consent again and obtain her DNA sample through legal channels!"

The faces of the district attorney and Carl became ugly.

Dean, who had been keeping his mouth shut, had a flash of surprise in his eyes. As expected of a well-known barrister, he completely rejected the most important evidence in the hands of the police officers, the DNA test report, in a few words.

But in this way, do we have to wait a few more days and retest?
"Then re-test, but it is impossible to change the result except to delay the time." The prosecutor changed the subject and aimed his fire at the suspect.
"Ms. Abby, the last chance. We can detain you for 48 hours in this state. There is not much time left. If you don't tell the truth before that, then we can only put you in the detention center and wait. Go to court, that must be big news, the court will be filled with angry people, the media and their cameras, your face will be on countless TV news stations...you will be spurned by the people, which is what you hope ?"

Detention centers, courts, people's spurning?
These few words are full of deterrence, making a mother and daughter panic,

As we all know, among the various types of prisoners in the detention center, the criminals who hurt children and raped them are at the bottom of the food chain.

"No, I don't want to go into the detention center!" Abby was already at a loss, looking for help to the silent lawyer,

"I want to release the client on bail." Lucville's voice was loud,
"I can help you apply," the district attorney said bluntly, "but the impact of this violent case is too bad, and the probability of granting bail is not high. In short, Abby will definitely stay in the detention center for a while."

"No, please do something!"

"Everyone... please allow me to say a few words."

Dean spoke in a calm tone, and both the lawyer and the district attorney looked at him carefully,

"When we searched Abby's house, we found a new piece of evidence... Carl, Holden, can I bring over the tracksuit I found last night?"

Carl sighed.

"OK!" Holden, who had been watching the excitement, seemed very happy.

Soon the sportswear with three stripes in the transparent bag was laid out on the desk, and Dean explained his discovery to everyone.

There's no way Abby can get this tracksuit, which only goes on sale in Santa Monica in September, and Abby hates white so much.

"It's a little surprise." The lawyer glanced at Dean appreciatively, and said casually, "The DNA report has been ruled out. Now the murderer wore a dress that Abby couldn't have owned on the day of the murder, which provides One possibility—the murderer is a person who looks very similar to Abby, deliberately killed someone, and then framed it on Abby!"

Both Abby and Raj cast grateful glances at Dean.

"The origin of this dress doesn't explain anything," Carl categorically retorted. "It may have been picked up, stolen, or bought from someone else by Abby. It's just to confuse people's attention. It's not important."

"You have to produce evidence, what about the test results of the clothes, if not." The lawyer shook his head, "You can't slander my client by inferring it out of thin air."

Carl glared at Dean angrily, "When did you get bought by this barrister? Are you still a member of LVPD? Where do you stand?"

This stinky boy who was crawling around created another trouble for him.

The district prosecutor was also confused by this operation. Shouldn't this volunteer with a sense of justice help him punish the murderer?
The light illuminated Dean's slightly tangled face, he shook his head,

"I only stand on the side of the truth, and I don't want to wrong a good person."

Holden quietly observed from behind and nodded quietly.

The D.A. warned, "Dean, you know what, you might be helping a demon escape the law."

"She's probably a poor person who's been wronged for nothing," Dean said boldly. "Give me time, guys, to ask a few questions!"

"Okay, then let us hear your opinion." The district attorney let go.

"Just ask, young man!" The barrister smiled at him, obviously treating him as a teammate.

Dean turned his gaze to his friend,

"Abby, you have a scar on your wrist, right?"

"That's right." Abby was puzzled by the question, but because of Dean's righteous words just now, she reciprocated her trust, "Raj, help me roll up the left sleeve."

The dim light revealed a half-finger-long dark red wound between the wrist and the thumb of Abby's left hand, crescent-shaped, which basically matched the one on the hand of the bar owner and drinker in Dean's memory.

Abby says,
"Because of the cold and inflammation of the wound, I didn't have a good rest during that time, my immunity was weakened, and I had a fever for a week."

"Recall carefully, when did your scar start to feel hot and painful?"

"Around the 16th, the pain became more and more severe. On the day of the incident, the pain was the worst on the 20th. After that, it gradually improved. It got better on the 22nd. Yesterday, on the 24th, the pain disappeared completely, and the fever subsided. "

A trace of thought flashed in Dean's eyes, "So, just before and after the crime, this scar hurts particularly badly?"

Raj added on the side, "Abby lay on the bed for a few days and collapsed in cold sweat. It was difficult for her to walk. Our family doctor can testify!"

"This is a powerful confession." The lawyer showed off to the district attorney, "My client was in extremely bad physical condition on the day of the crime, and there was no condition to complete such a complicated murder!"

"But we have more evidence to the contrary," Carr retorted,
The district attorney was unusually silent.

"Abby, can you describe it specifically?" Dean interrupted the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, "How did your body feel on the day of the incident on the 20th? Is it just a simple fever and pain?"

"It's very uncomfortable, I can't open my eyes, it's dark, and my brain seems to be sealed by cement, it's blank, and I don't have any thoughts." A trace of fear flashed across Abby's face, "For a while, I felt like a stone. Or something else is pressing on my chest so heavily that I can't breathe!"

Abby's face flickered with fear,
"For another moment, my body was light and floating, and my hands and feet moved around uncontrollably, floating around like stepping on cotton with my eyes closed. I thought I had arrived in heaven."

"My poor child, what a pain this is." Raj listened and hugged his daughter tightly.

A group of people frowned at the same time.

A subtle feeling rose in Dean's heart. The state Abby described was too mysterious. It didn't look like a simple fever, but a bit like being hypnotized and sleepwalking.

"Ms. Raj, are you sure that Abby was at home from the afternoon to the night of the incident and never left your sight?" Dean looked directly into the eyes of the middle-aged woman, and the hesitation in the latter's eyes flashed away.

"Of course, Batistuta can also testify!"

Dean shook his head, knowing that it was impossible to get a real answer from this mother.

"Abby, do you remember how you got this scar?"

"I remember it very well," Abby said with certainty, "on the night of July 22nd when we celebrated Britney's birthday at the beach in Santa Monica, and someone from the beach crowd scratched me, but I didn't See clearly."

Dean's pupils constrict—

It's Santa Monica again!

That Adidas with three stripes is from a mall in Santa Monica, and this scar is from Santa Monica.

Two clues to improve the progress of the investigation actually meet in Santa Monica!
There is no doubt that this location is extremely important in the case, and there may be other core clues!
The system vibrated.

The investigation progress has jumped from 30.00% to 40.00%.

"Enough, Dean, LVPD is not a hospital, and you are not a regular doctor," Carl couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were full of displeasure, "Stop worrying about bigger problems and wasting everyone's time!"

Prosecutor Hines also gave Dean a disappointed look, put all the evidence in his briefcase,

"Young man, your question is meaningless and has nothing to do with the case, so please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

"Ms. Abby Clark, it seems that you are unwilling to plead guilty, so go to the detention center immediately."

Hearing this, Carl called in two heavily armed police officers, who surrounded Abby from left to right.

"Can you not go?" Abby put her handcuffed hands on her mother's arm, pleading,

"I know your concern. You will be placed in a room alone." The district attorney assured, "The other prisoners will not touch a single finger of you."

Lawyer Lukeville nodded at Abby, "Although Hines and I are opponents, it is absolutely fine if he promises so. You can stay here for a few days at ease, and I will find enough evidence to clear you up in court. .”

Abby sighed dejectedly, got up helplessly and walked out with the two police officers, Raj followed closely behind her.

Dean followed suit.
Abby paused, turned around and raised her hands towards Dean, wanting to hug him, but her handcuffed hands couldn't do it, so she put her hands down again, with a few crystal tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, gratefully explain,

"Dean, no matter whether I can get rid of the crime this time, I will always be grateful to you, and I will remember your help forever."

"Abby, I will rescue you. I already have a plan, just wait."

A group of people left the office one after another, went down the stairs, and walked outside the police station in silence. There was a sudden noise from the lobby on the first floor.

"He's been lying here for five days, I want him back!" A thin middle-aged woman frantically knocked on the glass window of the police station reception, shouting hysterically, "Give him back to me! Let me return him!" Bury my son!"

A silent middle-aged man stood behind her with a vicissitudes of life and gray hair.

These are the parents of the victim, Bucky Fran, asking for the child's mutilated body?
Dean's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that the situation was not good.

The police escorting Abby also quietly stepped up and walked through the hall.

But the woman turned her head in a strange way. As a result of fate, she saw Abby walking out quickly in handcuffs at a glance, and rushed over like crazy. Everyone saw her nervous and terrifying face clearly!

Her staring eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and her messy black hair, which had not been washed for a long time, was draped over her shoulders. She grinned like a lunatic, revealing her pale gums, and asked loudly,

"Did you do it? Did you kill my Bucky, did you take him? Look at me, little bastard, look at me!"

"No, ma'am, it's not me, I didn't hurt him!" Abby slowed down, turned to look at her, and explained loudly anxiously,

"It's you! You butcher, demon, crazy beast, go to hell, I curse you to die, I curse you—" The woman growled and waved her thin arm like a chicken's claw, pointing at Abby.

The police officer and Abby's mother rushed to stop her.

No one expected that the silent middle-aged man behind her suddenly became furious, rushed over like a gust of wind and punched Abby hard.

Clap!
The fist was like hitting a cowhide, and it was firmly wrapped in the palm of the other hand.

Dean grabbed his fist with his left hand, pressed his shoulder with the other hand, stared into his eyes to appease,

"Sir, I understand that you are sad to lose a loved one, but you have the wrong person, she is also a victim!"

The police officers behind Dean took advantage of this gap to escort Abby out of the hall and towards the police car.

"No, you don't understand anything, you are an accomplice of the devil, you are a cold-blooded running dog!" The man looked at the murderous enemy who was going away quickly through the glass door, and emotionally raised his left fist, aiming at Dean's A straight punch to the chest.

boom!
Dean didn't dodge or block, his body didn't shake like a wall.

The man didn't expect that he could really hit the opponent, he was taken aback, and then collapsed on the ground as if his spinal cord had been taken out, his cheek was pressed against Dean's thigh, crying out of grief, the sound of crying was Echoed throughout the hall, "Sorry, it's not your fault, I shouldn't have hit you. But our Bucky is gone, my son is gone! He was only eight years old, and he died so badly, so painfully!"

"Woooo..."

"I'm sorry for him, I didn't protect him well, I'm not worthy to be a father, I'm an incompetent waste!" the man cried.

The woman on the other side watched the police car going away frantically knocking on the glass,

"Murderer! Give back my son's life, and I want you to pay!"

"I want you to pay the price!"

"cost!"

……

a long time.

The hall returned to calm.

Under the sympathetic eyes of everyone, the troubled couple helped each other to leave. Dean frowned as he watched their backs.

"What's the matter, boy, do you regret helping Abby? Aren't you going to stand on the side of the truth?"

Holden's voice came from behind.

"No, I just thought of some contradictory clues. Holden, how about using your rich experience to guide me?"

"I'm waiting for your words!"

(End of this chapter)