Chapter 392 The First Dead Person (The Last Day for Double Monthly Tickets, Please!)

Neither Jack nor Rossi exposed Jill Moss's forgery of evidence. She handed her hair to Rossi as evidence, forming a tacit understanding.

Since the agent from the Denver local office was willing to bet his career for just one possibility, the BAU team only needed to follow the procedures.

If a big case is indeed uncovered, the BAU will be in control, and everyone will share the credit after the case is solved, which is considered a mutual achievement.

If it is finally found that it was a waste of time, the BAU will not cover up anything for Agent Moss. Once the evidence is handed over, she will most likely be cleared out of the FBI.

This is like taking a shortcut in a mountain, there must be a price to pay, either you reach the top before everyone else and see the beautiful sunrise, or you fall off the cliff and break into pieces.

Fortunately, at present, Jill Moss seems to have made the right bet.

The time came to the next morning, and Jack received a reply shortly after contacting Garcia.

"Diana Foster, 34 years old, lives in the suburbs of Grand Junction, a real estate agent, was killed five years ago when she went to Pagosa Springs to meet a client.

Her body was found in the basement of a house for sale. She was raped and the cause of death was strangulation."

Garcia said in the video, hiding his head portrait and showing several photos of the body taken at the scene.

"Red, take a look, are these burns electrical burns?" Jack handed the phone to the all-powerful encyclopedia with some uncertainty.

Red squinted his eyes for a long time and nodded, "There are yellow-brown dry burns on the surrounding skin, which is a typical feature caused by electric shock, but I still need a forensic report to confirm it.

If confirmed, then this is consistent with the description in those materials. This guy has an unusual obsession with electric shock abuse, which seems to bring him special pleasure."

"Wait a minute. Okay, all the information on this case has been sent to your email." Garcia, who always looks optimistic, was a little hurt by these photos and quickly ended the video call.

Jack opened the information she sent, flipped through a few pages, and smiled, "You can notify Hotchner and the others to set off. This is the name of the client registered by the victim at the time. Guess what the name of the client who made an appointment with her was?"

"Louis Ivy, exactly the same as the name of the warehouse renter." Reed was also looking through the information on his phone and soon found the answer.

"Wow, it's perfect." Gil Moss clenched his fist and cheered.

Rosie, who took out his phone and was about to call Hotchner, was stunned for a moment and looked at her with a bad face, as if he was doubting whether he had made a mistake.

Jack and Reed also looked at Gil Moss in surprise. Isn't this statement too disrespectful to the victim?

BAU does not encourage team members to invest too much emotion in the victims in the case, and requires them to try to withdraw their emotional factors as much as possible. On the one hand, it is to avoid too many subjective factors affecting judgment, and on the other hand, it is to prevent getting too deep in certain cases and affecting themselves.

But there is still basic respect for the victim. Such naked utilitarian remarks are unimaginable within the BAU.

Jack can understand the other party's uneasiness after betting on her career, and now the joy after winning the bet, but if this elder sister is so impatient, then this road is doomed to not go far.

Moreover, judging from those materials, this victim may be just the tip of the iceberg of the numerous corpses that have emerged. Think about the crematorium. It is very likely that even if the murderer is caught, it is impossible to find all the victims.

Jill Moss also discovered her own gaffe. She lowered her head and tidied her clothes and combed her hair. When she raised her head again, she looked as if nothing had happened.

It takes nearly a day to drive from Los Angeles to Denver, and it is only two or three hours for a plane.

At noon, all members of the BAU team arrived. When Hotchner appeared with Jiejie and Emily, it caused a commotion again, accompanied by whispers from other agents.

If it was just speculation before, now everyone can be sure that there is really a big case.

"Are all the evidences here?" Hotchner was also stunned when he saw a room full of cardboard boxes. Obviously, the scale was indeed a bit unexpected.

The energetic Gil Moss seemed to have changed at this time.

"There are also some old sundries. The local police station has sealed the warehouse. They are all books, records, toys and the like. Uh, I mean real toys, for children to play with.

We scanned a few fingerprints inside, but there was no match. He is not in our database."

Without waiting for Hotchner to speak, Jack, who knew that he was going to arrange the work, took the initiative to volunteer, "I'll go to the warehouse in Norwood."

He was almost moldy squatting in the small dark room these two days, and he couldn't wait to go out for a walk. Although Norwood is a four or five hour drive from Denver according to the map, he really didn't want to deal with this pile of information anymore.

Hotchner nodded, "Let Emily go with you to see if there are any useful clues.

Red continues to analyze the information, dig deeper, and try from the perspective of linguistics and graphology. Rossi and I are responsible for these drawings. We need more details to find more connections from the piles of old cases."

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More than three hours later, Jack's Raptor F150 stopped in front of a garage-sized warehouse.

This type of warehouse specially for rent is built with rows of metal mobile houses. The rent is very cheap. It is used by those who temporarily leave the local area or have insufficient storage space at home to store sundries.

"Are you here for some fun?" Emily pulled open the sealed shutter door and looked at the half-storey of sundries inside.

"Ah?" Jack subconsciously picked up a bundle of thin hemp rope from the ground and looked at Emily with a straight look.

"Oh, is it a competition?" He shook his head vigorously to get rid of some inappropriate thoughts in his mind. Jack was a little scared. Is this the price of being a "porn appraiser" for two days? He was almost infected.

"See who is more insightful and finds more clues. The loser will have a big dinner tonight." Fortunately, Emily was unaware of the dirty thoughts that suddenly arose in someone's mind.

"You haven't saved enough for the down payment?"

Jack knew that she was planning to buy a house recently. Although her family was a diplomat and her financial situation was not bad, she didn't seem to want to ask her family for money, but wanted to rely on herself completely.

The benefits within the FBI were okay, but the salary was not that high. Even if you were at the level of Hotchner, you might not get more than $200,000 a year after deducting taxes.

It was indeed difficult for Emily to save money to buy a house completely by herself.