At this time, a female police detective in her 30s walked into the house quickly, and before anyone arrived, the sound arrived first.

"What's the situation?"

Angela, who seemed to know her, turned to her and replied, "Detective Calderón, we just arrived"

Before she could finish speaking, she was unceremoniously interrupted by the other party.

"Why is he still here? This is the crime scene and he is a suspect! ”

Jack, who was inspecting the body, looked up at the female detective, who was about the same wheat color as Angela, and was also a Latino woman, who should be of the same age, but she was shorter and average-looking.

Angela was a little angry by her attitude, but still replied without humility or arrogance: "Yes sir, we are going"

"Don't worry about it, I'll deal with it, you go around and ask about the situation." Detective Calderon interrupted Angela again, then turned to her still crying husband and ignored the three of them.

Seeing Angela's anger rising, the skin on her neck visibly turning red, and her eyes staring extremely frighteningly, Jack quickly stood up, left and right with John, and half-pushed her out of the house before things became out of control.

The two of them are now patrol officers, although they see that the people in the detective team want to shout sir, but as long as they do their own things, they are not afraid of being deliberately troubled, after all, they belong to different departments, and Superintendent Gray is on top of something.

But Angela's current identity as a detective is still in Schrödinger's state, although she passed the exam and often goes to the detective team to help, but before the official transfer, she is still a person on the patrol police's side, and it is not a good thing to have a conflict with the detective team at this time.

"What's going on with that female detective? Did anything happen between you? ”

Outside, John whispered to Angela.

"I don't know, we have almost no contact with each other in the detective team." Angela rolled her eyes, angry.

"Isn't it that you and Wesley often show affection in front of people, and today is Valentine's Day again"

Jack's nonsense makes the atmosphere in the three-person room cheerful again.

An hour later, the three of them met again, summed up the situation, and had a general direction for the case, but this kind of homicide case already has a responsible police detective, and it is not their authority to solve the case, and they can only report the clues.

So Angela stood in front of Detective Calderón again: "At the end of our questioning, the neighbor said that at 11 a.m., a suspicious vehicle was seen driving at low speed on this street. ”

John added: "The house on the corner said it was a little blue car, which had never been seen before. ”

"So?" Detective Calderón shrugged, his expression looking disappointed.

Angela was stunned by the question, "So this is a dead end, and usually no one drives here for no reason." ”

Detective Calderon replied unceremoniously: "Too bad, Officer Lopez, this kind of clue is useless, and we have identified the number one suspect." ”

"Uh, husband?" Jack looked at the middle-aged white man who was escorted into a police car, his face and neck still covered with undried blood, which had been left by crying in the house just now.

"In the past three years, the police have visited their homes at least six times to mediate family disputes."

Detective Calderon said as he pulled out an evidence bag.

"I found this withdrawal slip in the victim's wallet, Mrs. Cook got up first thing this morning, she took out 100,000 yuan from the husband and wife's account, I guess she was about to leave her husband, who has a tendency to domestic violence, but was discovered, and the husband completely stopped him this time."

"What about the money?" Angela asked.

"I haven't found it yet, maybe it was hidden by my husband, or maybe the victim hid it himself, and then planned to go home and pack my luggage, anyway, there's nothing wrong here, you can disband."

Saying that, Detective Calderón turned around and was about to get into the car, but was stopped by Angela.

"I think it's still necessary to check the car."

The female detective impatiently sneered directly, "I'm the detective in charge of this case, Officer Lopez, if I still need someone to dry wipe my ass, I'll contact you." ”

After saying that, she didn't pay attention to the three of them anymore, and got in the car and left.

This is a bit unbearable, although in fact the patrol officers are indeed at the bottom of the police system, and they usually deal with trivial things, but being ridiculed in public so directly carries a bit of personal grudges.

"You'll help me, won't you?" Angela turned her head to look at the two of them.

Jack shrugged, "Remember to ask Wesley to bring a nice bottle of wine for the evening party." ”

John pondered: "Is it possible that the husband did it, doesn't it mean that in this case, the proportion of the husband who is the murderer is as high as 60%?" ”

Jaclas drove the door to get into the car and reminded, "Have you forgotten the domestic violence case you encountered on the first day you went to the police?" ”

"When I didn't say it." John made a gesture to zip his mouth, went around the front of the car, and sat in the passenger seat.

"We went to the bank to inquire about the situation, asked Mrs. Cook about the situation when she withdrew the money, and then we met at the police station to check if there were similar burglaries in the vicinity."

Jack poked his head out of the car window and said to Angela.

"Then I'll track down the blue sedan and see if there is any surveillance that captures the license plate." Angela waved and drove away.

Although Jack is not sure that Angela's idea of finding the car is correct, he is sure that the Calderon detective's thinking is definitely wrong.

The husband's performance just now didn't feel like a murderer to him, ordinary people would not have such superb acting skills, especially some subconscious action details, which are difficult for ordinary people to notice.

Moreover, he roughly examined the body, and found that the deceased had no obvious injuries on his exposed skin except for a fatal head injury, which did not meet the inference of domestic violence.

However, there were skin debris left in the deceased's fingernails, indicating that someone had scratched before he died, and Jack had carefully observed her husband, and his face and hands were not scratched except for some fresh blood.

The case wasn't complicated, and with a little investment of resources or some time, it would definitely get to the bottom of it, and Jack was intrigued by Detective Calderon's reaction.

"John, do you think that female detective has a strange attitude towards Angela?" Jack was thoughtful.

"Huh?" John was a little puzzled: "Isn't the relationship between the girls so inexplicable?" One moment I want to kill each other, and the next time I hold hands like sisters. ”

Damn, what you said makes so much sense, Jack couldn't help but be speechless for a while, and for a long time remembered the idea he wanted to express.

"I mean, do you ever think that Detective Calderón is looking at Angela like he's looking at a traitor?"

John slapped his head and looked sympathetic, "Did you pay attention to her eyes before?" There was a real sense of disappointment. ”

(End of chapter)