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Harry Sumner was stunned. With the narration of Reilly Simpson, the case was basically clear.

The root cause was that Reilly Simpson boasted to his colleagues that he had a gold coin of King Charles III at home, so one of his colleagues became greedy and broke into the house to steal. His wife Judy Simpson found out and recognized this colleague.

So this colleague had to commit a violent crime and kill to silence the witness.

Even though Harry Sumner was well-informed, he still thought this case was ridiculous!

So, the lady died because of her husband’s bragging!

Harry Sumner leaned back and motioned Jack Talbot to continue asking questions. He thought this case was too stupid.

Jack Talbot took a deep breath and tried his best not to laugh. He asked, “Mr. Simpson, who do you think the murderer is?”

Rayleigh Simpson’s face was instantly grim. He opened his mouth, his expression changing, and said painfully, “I don’t know, but it must be one of them…”

Jet Talbot’s mouth twitched, and he shrugged and said, “OK, tell me now, how many people were there when you were bragging that day…”

“Zach…”

“Tim…”

“Brendon…”

“Mark…”

“Katie…”

Jet Talbot wrote down all the names and repeated them again, “OK, Mr. Simpson, please sign here, thank you!” After signing, Rayleigh Simpson hesitated for a moment, and said: “Detective, when you ask them, can you confirm with them whether what they said that day is true?” Harry Sumner had already walked to the door, and turned his head and asked: “Is this important?” Rayleigh Simpson said seriously: “It is important. If they are all bragging, then I will feel better…” Outside, Skye, who was standing next to Locke with a coffee cup and twisted his long legs, .Spears frowned and said, “Mr. Simpson doesn’t seem that sad!”

Locke smiled and said, “Haven’t you heard of the three great fortunes of middle-aged men?”

Skye Spears’ eyes were full of curiosity, and she asked coquettishly, “What is this?”

Locke replied, “Elected to Congress, won the Powerball, and had a dead wife!”

After saying this, Locke left with a coffee cup. The case was almost 90% solved. Just compare the height and weight of the four male colleagues to know who the murderer is.

Others were thinking deeply about Locke’s words. Madeline Hill was the first to react.

She stared at Locke’s back and cursed, this bastard!

Skye Spears also understood, and laughed, “It seems to make sense! But it seems to be applicable to middle-aged women, uh, captain, I didn’t say you…”

…

In the conference room, Brian Smith had sorted out the information of Reilly Simpson’s five colleagues.

Locke flipped through the list and instantly passed three people. If nothing unexpected happened, the murderer was one of these two. Finally, he focused his attention on the photo of the white man.

“Katie Soares, height 1.72 meters, weight 70KG, female, pass…”

“Zach Stephen, height 1.78 meters, weight 90KG, pass…”

“Mark McKenzie, height 1.9 meters, weight 95KG, pass…”

“Tim Robinson, height 1.84 meters, weight 76KG, can be listed as a suspect…”

“Brendan Adams, height 1.82 meters, weight 73KG, can be listed as a suspect…”

Harry Sumner screened the identity information of the five people and looked up at Madeline Hill.

Madeline Hill nodded and said, “Good, then you bring these two suspects back…” Brian Smith added, “I checked the supermarket’s duty roster. Tim Robinson and Brenden Adams are both on the day shift and should be working now…” “Perfect…” Madeline Hill ordered, “Harry, you lead the team. Locke, Jack, Raven, and Brian, go together. I will call the Central Branch and ask them to send patrol officers for support…” Harry Sumner snapped his fingers, “Guys, let’s go!” Jack Talbot, Raven Tate, and Brian Smith all got up and followed him out. Locke just got up when his cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. He paused, walked out of the meeting room, and answered the phone, “Hi, this is Locke Lee…” A magnetic female voice came from the phone, “Excuse me, are you Jet Lee’s guardian? I’m Evelya Burton, the dean of Troy High School.Teacher, you are free to come to school now…”

“OK, I’ll come right away…”

After hanging up the phone, Locke immediately turned back to the conference room and prepared to ask Madeline Hill for leave.

Unexpectedly, Madeline Hill was just coming out, and the two of them met face to face at the door.

Locke’s reaction ability is top-notch now, and he froze instantly, but Madeline Hill didn’t react. The two headlights hit Locke’s chest and the whole person was bounced back. If Locke hadn’t held her hand, she might have fallen.

After Madeline Hill stabilized her body, she immediately said: “Let go…”

Locke didn’t have time to recall the meat bomb attack just now, and hurriedly let go of his hand and asked: “Captain, are you okay?”

Madeline Hill only felt a dull pain in her chest and stared at Locke coldly, “Why did you turn around suddenly?”

Locke hurriedly said: “Sorry, my brother is in trouble, I need to ask for leave to go to school…”

Madeline Hill’s expression eased a little, “Okay, you go!”

“Thanks! ”

Madeline Hill watched Locke walk away quickly, and hurriedly returned to the conference room. After closing the door, she pinched her hands, and the dull pain was relieved a little.

“Asshole…”

This was the second time she had close contact with Locke this week. Last time, he pressed his whole body on her, and this time, she was attacked on the chest.

But when she thought of Locke’s nonchalant reaction, Madeline Hill’s face turned cold, and an indescribable feeling came to her heart.

…

Locke drove the F150 Raptor all the way to Troy High School. School, the school teacher just called and said that Jet had a fight with his classmates at school and he needed to deal with it.

The school should have the phone numbers of Marian and Li Bo. The teacher called him, which was obviously Jet’s operation, not wanting Marian and Li Bo in San Francisco to worry.

Hahaha, good, brother, you have learned to fight.

Locke was not angry about Jet’s fight, but very happy.

The part that he disliked most about Jet was that he always looked soft, not like his brother, Locke Lee.

Locke also studied at Troy High School, and his parents were invited every now and then, so he was very familiar with the school’s administrative building.

After getting off the car, he went straight to the office floor of the Dean of Academic Affairs. As soon as he walked out of the stairs, he saw Jet sitting at the door of the office, with wounds on his face, and Marcy Davis sitting next to him.

Locke’s eyes were instantly cold, his brother was not someone who could be bullied by everyone.