FBI detective

Chapter 791 [Case of death with cut throat and footprints]

"And one more thing."

Trick Kennedy put down his wine glass, stood up and walked to the bookcase next to him, found a folder and handed it to Luo An, saying helplessly:

"The deputy director of our FBI headquarters in Washington, Mr. Ferdinand, sent me a case today and asked me to send someone to investigate it.

There are many investigation teams at the Washington headquarters, but the only one I can trust as the leader of the investigation team is you, Luo An. "

Trick Kennedy actually didn't want to take on this case. He had been the director of the Insider Threat Office before and had many people under his command, but not many could handle this kind of case.

But just after he took over Mr. Clement's position, he shied away from the first case, saying that he was powerless. This was really unjustifiable, so Trick Kennedy had no choice but to take the case.

Trick Kennedy looked at the case file carefully before and felt that the case was quite complicated. He was a little worried that Luo An did not want to take it over.

So while Luo An was checking the contents of the file, Trick Kennedy added in a low voice:

"As we enter the new year, the FBI's Washington headquarters has begun to calculate and prepare the case-handling funds for each department this year.

The person in charge of accounting for funds is Mr. Ferdinand, the deputy director. "

Luo An's eyes moved slightly, he put down the folder, raised his head and asked:
“Sir, do you have any time requirements for investigating and solving this case?
In addition, when is the deadline for calculating case handling funds? "

"There is no time frame within which this case must be solved."

Trick Kennedy raised the corners of his mouth, reached out and patted Luo An on the shoulder, smiling:
"As for the deadline for budget accounting, there is still one and a half months."

"OK."

Luo An smiled slightly, closed the folder, and began to chat with Trick Kennedy about the charity dinner.

After the dinner, Luo An and Mona drove away together. They had a day off on Sunday. On Monday morning, the two drove to the "Insomnia Building" not far from the Washington headquarters.

In the office area of ​​the Special Investigation Team, Michelle and Winslow arrived first, followed closely by Roan and Mona, followed by Chenelle, and Lacey arrived last.

"Good morning, everyone!"

Pushing the door open and entering the office area, Lacey shouted loudly, and then distributed food to everyone with a smile:
"I just bought breakfast, let's eat together!"

Taking the hot chicken roll, Winslow had a surprised expression on his face:

"What's going on? Lacey, are you getting married?"

In the past, on the first day of work every week, Lacey would walk into the office area as if her bones had been taken away, and sit down listlessly on a chair. She would take a few bites of food from other people, and then find a more comfortable position. , lying on the table and sleeping.

It was the first time that Winslow was so energetic and distributed the breakfast he bought to everyone.

Chenelle and Michelle were also a little surprised by this. Mona took the sandwich, rolled her eyes, and asked with a smile:

"Lacie, have you met a beautiful new girl?"

"No!"

After serving breakfast, Lacey crossed her hands on her chest, made a big X in front of Winslow and Mona, and then explained with a smile:
"I have been recuperating my body these days. Not only have I not gone to bars or nightclubs, I have also gone to bed early and gotten up early, and learned yoga. My mental and physical conditions are much better than before."

"Wow."

Winslow, Chenelle and Michelle were surprised, but it was a good thing to take care of themselves. The three of them gave Lacey a thumbs up.

Lacey put her hands on her hips and was very proud. Mona, who was more aware of Lacey's nature, noticed a problem in Lacey's words, so Mona narrowed her eyes slightly and asked:
"Lacie, you said you are learning yoga. Who is the teacher who teaches you yoga? Is it a man or a woman?"

"..."

The smile on Lacey's face suddenly froze, and Chenier reacted instantly when she saw this, saying silently:

"You're not looking for an opportunity to get in touch with that female yoga teacher in the name of exercising and adjusting your health, are you?"

Lacey smiled awkwardly, put down her hands on her hips, and said, "You can't say that. I was really preparing to take care of my body. Meeting that beautiful female yoga teacher... was just a beautiful accident."

Winslow, Michelle and Mona all rolled their eyes. When Chenelle was about to continue saying something, Roan opened the door of the team leader's office and walked out:
"Everyone, please excuse me, yoga teacher, we have a new case."

Everyone immediately cheered up and took the folders Luo An handed them. After handing out the folders, Luo An walked to the whiteboard at the front of the office area and introduced:

"This case occurred in the early morning three days ago on a road that needed to pass through a forest on the way from Washington, D.C., to New York State."

The detectives looked down at the case file, which showed that at 5:30 in the morning that day, a passerby found a Cadillac parked in the dirt next to the road.

The passerby planned to approach the Cadillac and tell the driver that parking was not allowed there.

But as soon as he approached the driver's seat of the Cadillac, a male body with his throat cut appeared in front of passersby.

"The deceased's name was Imre. He was 53 years old. He was the owner of a car rental company. He had no children or a wife. He only had a dog and two cats at home."

Luo An then introduced:
"A passerby called the police, and the trace examination department arrived at the crime scene for testing and found that someone was sitting in the front passenger seat of the Cadillac.

Judging from the wounds on the victim's throat and the way the force was exerted, the murderer was the man in the passenger seat.

The Trace Inspection Department was lucky enough to find a hair and fresh fragments of human dander in the passenger seat.

The test results showed that they did come from the same person, and this person was most likely the murderer of the victim Imre. "

"Hasn't this case been solved by now?"

Lacey spread her hands and asked in confusion:
"The murderer was the man in the passenger seat. The Trace Inspection Department also obtained the other party's NDA. They just issued a wanted warrant and asked local police to arrest the person. Why should the case be handed over to us?"

"If only it were that simple."

Luo An threw a candy to Lacey and told her not to talk while eating the candy, and then introduced:
“In the mud at the crime scene, there were the footprints of the man in the passenger seat.

The footprints were not big, but the traces were a bit messy, and they did not walk towards the road, but went straight into the woods that were not nearby.

The Trace Inspection Department followed the footprints into the woods. Not long after walking, they found traces of a struggle.

In addition to the footprints of the co-pilot, another person's footprints were also found at the scene of the fight. "

"third party?"

Winslow looked stern and asked:

"Who is this new guy?"

“I don’t know, I didn’t find many clues at the scene.

The trace examination department finally concluded that the third party knocked down the person on the passenger seat, then carried the other person back to the road and drove away from the woods. "

Luo An posted all the photos of the crime scene on the whiteboard, looked back at the detectives, and said in a deep voice:

"During the investigation of the third party, the Trace Inspection Section found that the footprints left by the third party on the mud were exactly the same as the murderer in another case.

That case occurred a month ago. The victim's name was Leishas, ​​27 years old, who worked for a lobbying company in Washington, DC. "

Chenier's face darkened slightly and she said:

"So, this is a serial murder case?"

"possible."

Luo An nodded and turned his attention to Mona. Mona opened the computer and showed it to everyone, saying:

"The problem is that the FBI's archive records show that this Lesasi died 20 years ago."

(End of this chapter)