Chapter 1158 New Suspect

"How do you know George Bolton liked orange soda? There's no mention of that in his file."

After leaving the mental hospital, whose security level was much higher than that of ordinary prisons, Aubrey asked the questions in his mind.

The empty bottle in Jack's hand drew a beautiful arc and accurately fell into the trash can marked "recyclable" on the roadside, making a crisp sound of glass collision.

"No, I don't know, but I know that if I didn't get the bottle back, he would accidentally break it, hide a piece of broken glass, and later use it to cut one of the guards' necks."

"Ah" Aubrey's mouth was so open that he couldn't say anything for a long time.

It was already late at night when the two returned to Richmond, and everyone in the police station was yawning and flipping through information, all of them looking listless.

When Jack and Aubrey walked into the conference room carrying large bags of food, almost everyone cheered.

The two richest people in the group were treating them to a late-night snack. Of course, they couldn't fool the general by just ordering two pizzas.

The level of high-end Chinese restaurants in Richmond is no less than that in New York. Jack even saw on the menu dishes such as chicken bean curd and yellow croaker in soup, which are quite test-worthy.

Of course, there is no need to order such elaborate dishes when eating takeout for a late-night snack, and they cannot waste an hour or two waiting for this while handling the case.

However, the fat but not greasy braised pork in soy sauce, stir-fried shrimps and broccoli in soup, paired with Yangzhou fried rice, are enough to satisfy everyone.

As a Muggle who only enjoyed Jack himself but had never been influenced by his cooking skills, Jane Banner was quite satisfied with these packaged Chinese meals.

"I called some informants and their statements confirmed my previous statement that all relevant extremist organizations have been quiet recently and there has been no talk about the victim Valerie and her husband."

Jack smiled back, thanking her for her help. With their current relationship, they didn't need too many words of thanks, not to mention that there were Hannah and Jiejie staring at her with glaring eyes.

He obviously didn't order sweet and sour short ribs, but there was always a hint of jealousy in the conference room.

Jack coughed slightly and turned to look at Jubal, "Is there any progress in the investigation of Valerie's patient?"

"Almost nothing." Jubal nodded to Alice, who displayed a row of photo files on the screen.

"We looked at all the patient lists and screened out 6 of them based on the antisocial personality tendencies you mentioned and their past violent criminal histories.

Personal assault, domestic violence, schizophrenia, PTSD, violent tendencies, etc., but after verification, it was confirmed that the above-mentioned guys have quite reliable alibi. "

"How reliable is it?" Aubrey helped Alice pack the lunch box in front of her, looking like a helpful wife.

"Three people are currently living in a mental hospital, two are wearing electronic shackles, and one is currently out of the country."

Clay sighed. Although eliminating suspects was an essential part of solving crimes, it would inevitably cause some frustration.

Jack was not surprised by this. Simple cases generally could not reach their hands. This was determined by the will of the universe in this world.

"So, either there is something wrong with the direction of our investigation, or the murderer is hidden among those who have no criminal record?"

Seeing that everyone was even more sleepy after a full meal, Jack winked at Jubal, "Why don't we all go back to the hotel to rest first? The list is still so long, and it's impossible to get it all in one night. Maybe there will be new ones tomorrow. Clues emerge."

Jubal pondered for a moment before standing up, clapped his hands, and told everyone to disperse. Currently, there is no possibility of a serial killer committing the crime in this case. There is really no need to be so urgent.

Before Jane could say anything, Jiejie smiled and put her arm around her shoulders, "There shouldn't be anyone next to my room. Why don't you book that room tonight? We can have a drink and talk about girls. , Hannah and I have always been very curious about the Wind River Valley case.”

Hannah on the side made a face at Jack and echoed with a smile.

The three monks had no water to drink, right? Seeing Jane with a wry smile on her face being dragged away by the two girls again, Jack shrugged, picked up the car keys, and sent the girls back to the hotel.

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After a night of silence, Jack received an email from New York early the next morning. The results of the bullet fragments he had previously sent to the CSI laboratory had been obtained.

While eating breakfast and printing out the information, Jack smiled and greeted everyone who returned to the conference room one after another, "It seems we are lucky this time. This bullet came from a registered Colt .38 pistol."

Aubrey took the coffee from him and asked casually, "Another murder?"

"No, it was an accidental firearm discharge." Jack handed him the printed information, "You will never guess who that gun belongs to."

"Nathan Curtis? Who is this?" Aubrey shook the thin A4 paper in confusion.

"The male neighbor who reported the crime?" Jubal paused as he reached out to take the muffin from the paper bag. "Damn, he acted really well at the time. He successfully deceived you and me."

Jack declined to comment on whether they had been deceived and poured himself another cup of coffee. "Clay is already on his way to his house with the police. Our enthusiastic neighbor should be brought back soon."

There were no unexpected events, and Clay successfully "invited" his enthusiastic neighbor Nathan Curtis back to the police station.

The other party thought he was here to assist in the investigation and was not handcuffed. It was not until he was invited into the interrogation room and Jubal made the accusation with a serious face that he suddenly realized what was going on and his face quickly turned red.

"Are you crazy? Valerie and I were friends, how could I have killed her?"

Jubal pushed the results of the ballistic analysis in front of him, "But the evidence shows that the pistol in your name killed her. Friendly reminder, I don't recommend that you ask to see a lawyer now, it will only increase your suspicion."

"What gun? My guns are all in my gun cabinet, I certainly don't need to see a lawyer"

However, when his eyes fell on the pistol in the photo, Nathan Curtis's words stopped abruptly, "Damn it, how could it be this one?"

Seeing his face turn pale in an instant, Jubal tapped the table lightly as a reminder, "Believe me, it's in your best interest to tell everything you know now."

"Damn it. I really don't want to mention this past." Nathan Curtis covered his face with frustration in his tone.