Chapter 10: Barton Street

Sean bent down to look at it, only to see that it showed a person's profile, and on the left was a person's ID photo. Written on the right, name: Carter# Hawking, born in 1972, month and day, social security number: 4658472****......; Address: 192 Barton Street, 5th Floor, Block B.

Sean took out his notebook from his pocket again, and then wrote down the address and other information on it, and after completing this qiē, he put the notebook back in his pocket, patted Murphy's shoulder and said, "Murphy, thank you very much!"

"Are you leaving?" said Murphy.

"Yes, it's urgent. Sean said and waved at Merkel, who nodded.

"Okay, Sean, I know you've been transferred to the West End, but it doesn't affect our friendship, does it? Murphy said as he sent the two men out of the door.

Sean looked back at the shirtless man in big pants, smiled, and said, "What do you want to say?"

Murphy tilted his head and said, "You can come to me for a drink when you have time!".

"I will!" Sean said, pressing his police hat, and the two of them crossed the road with Merkel and sat in the car.

"How did you know him?" Merkel said, sitting in the passenger seat.

Sean started the car with the key, drove along the road, and said, "When you are in the city office!"

Merkel didn't ask deeply, he knew that Sean was originally a detective in the city bureau, and Murphy might be his informant or something, this kind of thing is always sensitive. So he said, "Are we going to find that guy named Hawking, don't you skip words......

"That's right. Sean replied as he drove the car, "Things have to be done step by step." ”……

On Racecourse Street, shortly after Sean and Merkel left, forensic experts, forensic doctors, etc. also arrived at the scene of the crime one after another.

About half an hour later, Dr. Ryan found Macaulay, who was in charge of the case.

"What's the situation?". Macaulay asked.

"Prima facie, the deceased did die from a gunshot wound to the head," the medical examiner said. As for whether there are any other injuries on his body, he will have to be pulled back for further examination!"

"Why did it take so long?" asked Macaulay.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I was discussing with Gray about the contents of the deceased's fingernails, and after a preliminary examination, it turned out that it was indeed just mud in the nails, and this person was dressed very sloppily and not very hygienic. Looks like a decadent. ”

Macaulay frowned and said, "It should be my job to analyze the situation!"

Ryan nodded, "Of course, Gray is a forensic expert, and I told him that it was just nail mud, but he didn't listen, he had to do a test, that's why it took so long!"

Macaulay nodded, and said to an agent next to him: "You go and ask the forensic expert, whether the Colt pistol has been registered, if it is over, you immediately go to the bureau's network to check and see if you can find the owner of the gun." ”。

"Okay! I'm going to ask them. After speaking, the officer walked into the alley. There were a few figures who were busy there, all of them forensic experts, doing forensic work.

"Has the deceased been identified?" McCauley asked.

Another agent to his left was shining a flashlight on something, a cell phone, a watch, a key, and so on. These things were found from the dead. He heard Macaulay asking, turned around and said, "Someone went to check, I'll call and ask." ”。

"No, I'll do it!' who's going to find out?" asked Macaulay.

"Johnny!" the officer replied.

Macaulay took out his mobile phone and connected Johnny's phone: "Johnny, I'm Macaulay, do you understand the identity of the deceased......

"Not yet, he doesn't have any clues to prove his identity, I can only go to the missing person to find out, but you know, the deceased should have just died tonight, and there can't be a clue so soon!" Johnny said.

"And what are you looking for again?" said Macaulay, frowning, "You should have told me earlier." Okay, let's leave that alone, you come back now, and when the forensic card has registered the gun, help Rick check the line!"

Macaulay is somewhat unapproachable, which is why his boss doesn't like him very much, but he still has a hand in investigating cases. After putting down the phone, he lit a cigarette and smoked it as he thought.

Five minutes later, he threw the cigarette on the ground, walked into the alley, and said to the forensic witness: "Gray, have you entered the file with that gun, if not, hurry up, I'm going to check this line!"

Before Gray could speak, the previous officer ran in the direction of the three-story building behind the alley with a plastic evidence bag in his hand, and when he saw that Macaulay was also here, he stopped and said, "Okay! The fingerprints and other work have been done, the forensic evidence has been transmitted back to the headquarters data room, and now we can trace the source of the gun." ”

Macaulay nodded and said, "Did you send the gun back without skipping words......

"Yes," the officer said, "I'm afraid this gun is a black gun!" ......

Sean drove his "Chariot of Fire" and Merkel along the road to Barton Street.

After the car stopped, Sean looked sideways at the building in front of him, which had a total of eight floors, and it was also half-new. This area belongs to the "old town", so it is all a little older buildings, one after the other.

"This is it!" Merkel said, looking at the street number.

"Well, let's go!" said Sean, and Merkel both got off the "chariot of fire" and walked towards the building.

When I entered the building, I found that the sanitary environment here was still good, not like the street outside, and it seemed that the hard-working cleaners had not abandoned here.

"Ding"!!

The clue prompt reappeared, and Sean looked at the user's mailbox on the wall of the corridor next to him. It was easy to find Block B on the fifth floor.

"There's someone at home! At least I haven't been out of the house lately. Sean said.

Merkel also found out that a small number of these mailboxes still had yesterday's newspapers inserted, and there was nothing in the mailbox in Block B on the fifth floor. But he didn't think it meant much: "How do you know? Maybe he doesn't have the habit of reading newspapers at all!"

Sean said, "He has! You see, he accidentally scratched the newspaper when he was picking it up!".

Merkel looked closely, and sure enough, there was a very inconspicuous scrap of paper in the corner of the mailbox draw.

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