"I bet the teller who served Mrs. Cook just now definitely had a blue sedan."

The two walked out of the bank, and John had solved the case.

"His acting skills are so bad, I've never seen such a nervous murderer."

Jack was also disappointed, "Let's go, go back to the police station, we still need to improve the chain of evidence, this guy thinks that if the collar is up, and the sleeves are down, others will not be able to find those scratches, this case is really boring"

The two returned to the police station, parked the car, and walked into the police station through the main entrance, wanting to pass by the service desk to say hello to Lucy and make an appointment for a party in the evening, but they happened to see a familiar figure A blonde young woman with charm was asking Lucy about an unknown police officer Nolan.

"Are you familiar with him?" The blonde young woman is trying to talk to Lucy.

"Uh, it's a little familiar." Lucy smiled a little forcefully.

"He seems to be a good-hearted man." The blonde young woman meant something.

Jack felt that Lucy was about to hold back.

"It's alright, I think," Lucy's eyes wandered, as if she remembered something.

"He saved my life." The blonde young woman bit her lip and looked a little confused.

Lucy gave an embarrassed but polite smile,

Jack coughed lightly, drawing Lucy's attention to John who was trying to sneak through the side door.

"Ah, he's coming!" Lucy was pardoned, and the blonde young woman looked back with surprise in her eyes.

"Oh, hey, why did you get to the police station!" John, who was about to bend down and slip away, straightened up and turned quickly, pretending to be surprised.

"You should rest at home."

The blonde young woman looked shy, her face was full of peach blossoms, as if she had seen the person she liked.

"The hospital checked my whole body and there was no problem, so I thought about stopping by the police station on my way home."

Jack swished sideways, stood next to Lucy, shook the box of cookies in his hand at her, Lucy smiled knowingly, reached out and grabbed a piece, and the two crunched, chewing the cookies while watching the play.

"Thankfully, it's just a little skin burn."

The blonde young woman held out a finger and poked John's shoulder.

Jack felt that if he was given enough time, someone could almost add a 50-square-meter basement to the police station with just his toes.

"Oh, that's great, I'm glad you're okay." John's smirk made the two melon-eating audience members next to him goosebumps fall to the ground.

"By the way, I also brought you some gifts. Belch. Just some muffins that you can share with your colleagues. ”

The blonde young woman turned her head to look at Jack and Lucy, who were eating the cookies at the back of the desk, and smiled in a friendly manner.

Both raised their hands at the same time, smiling back.

"Wow, you're really kind and thoughtful, but it's completely unnecessary, uh, seriously, I think you better hurry home and get some rest."

The smile on John's face froze.

"Okay, maybe you can stop by my house to see me later."

The blonde young woman looked at John with a look in her eyes that was full of anticipation.

Jack and Lucy looked at each other with exaggerated expressions and their mouths in an O-shape.

"Iuh. It's still early to get off work, and I've already had" John began to stammer, not knowing what to say.

"Ah, it's okay, good men are always understandable, anyway, thank you." The blonde young woman was a little disappointed, but finally politely said goodbye and left, leaving only a large basket of muffins.

"Two boxes of Partagas, you still have a chance to regret it." Jack is once again a blackmailer.

"The muffins are mine, I'll send them to everyone for you, wow, they're so heavy!" Lucy reached out and picked up the large basket of muffins on the service desk, but she was almost overwhelmed by the weight.

"Shut up, you two, people are just kind enough to thank me for saving her." Annoyed, John turned and slipped away.

"Hehe, it's only two boxes now, maybe you're begging me to take it by night" Jack hurriedly chased after him.

The two walked into the office area giggling and saw that Angela had sorted out a thick pile of materials on the table.

"Angela, I think we've been."

Before John could finish speaking, the Detective Calderon on the other end had already walked over menacingly and asked in an unkind tone.

"Lopez, I've heard you've been reviewing the records of the robbery."

"Yes, sir." Angela stood up and faced her, looking as usual, her eyes already swelling with anger.

"Didn't I tell you not to look it up?" The female detective's voice was raised, attracting the sideways eyes of the people around her.

John wanted to speak and stopped, but was pulled by Jack, Angela is not a plasticine character, she can be kneaded at will, and she is so targeted in public, she must fight back, otherwise even if she enters the police detective team in the future, life will not be easy.

What they should do is not to help her win or lose in her tongue, but to help sort out the clues of the case, so that they can really shut up the other party.

Jack picked up the pile of materials on the table and flipped through them, while listening distractedly to the-for-tat confrontation between the two policewomen.

"Yes, sir." Angela repeats it again, but her face looks like she can't help me.

"Let me tell you this, I have already read the case records you turned over, and it doesn't explain anything."

Detective Calderón stepped forward as the two women looked at each other in a tense manner.

"I thought you were just sleeping with the enemy, but I didn't expect you to join the enemy and start fighting against us."

What is this and what, Jack listened confusedly, and looked up at John, who was also confused, and shook his head to show that he didn't understand.

Angela understood in seconds: "Sleeping with the enemy? Are you targeting me because of Wesley? ”

Detective Calderon showed a look that you only understand: "Joanna Carey, who was murdered on her way home from school last year, it took us months to control the suspect, and then your boyfriend procedurally provoked and had to let people go." ”

Angela almost laughed angrily: "If you can make the case seamless, he can't make a fuss about the procedure, right?" ”

As she spoke, she turned to the pile of documents from Jack's hand, "There were three other robberies, all in the neighborhood around today's murder, and all of them saw a blue sedan leave the scene. ”

Detective Calderón's momentum has weakened by three points, but he is still stubborn: "This doesn't mean anything. ”

Angela let out a cold snort, "So, what if every victim took a large amount of cash from the same bank on the same day they were robbed?" ”

(End of chapter)