When the BAU group arrived, Tim was directing the patrolmen to pull up the cordon when he saw Jack get out of the car, with his hands on his waist and his thumb on his belt, tilting his head to comment on him.

"Shouldn't you FBIs all wear white shirts and ties, and black suits? You're the least FBI-like agent I've ever met. ”

Jack moved out of the way, revealing Rhett behind him, smiling and refusing with facts.

To be reasonable, except for Hodchner, everyone else in their group dressed quite casually.

Jack likes to wear a dark, dirt-resistant long-sleeved or short-sleeved T-shirt with jeans, a jacket to cover the armpits of a spare gun, and never wear a formal tie unless necessary.

"Where's John?" Jack looked around, but didn't see the old rookie.

"Inside, they found several bloody footprints, are tracking, take this."

Tim handed him a walkie-talkie, then gestured to the dilapidated neighborhood behind the blockade, a long-deserted neighborhood on the edge of the town, with dilapidated terraced houses on the hill and graffiti on the walls.

Unlike the usual F.B.I., members of the BAU team usually do their best to maintain relationships with the local police, and these psychologists are human beings who know how to do more than what can be done.

What's more, Tim and the others are both old friends of Jack, and even Hodchner rarely showed a smile when he briefly introduced the two parties.

Seeing Tim, who also likes to pretend to be cool with a straight face, and his hypocritical greetings, Jack and Hannah couldn't help but smile.

As he walked into the scene, Hodgner turned to look at Red and asked, "How far is this from last night's abandoned body?" Five miles? ”

"6.2 miles to the south." Red corrected.

"Why? They have to go to such great lengths, knowing that the police are looking for the whereabouts of the girls, and still take the risk of driving the corpses so far? ”

Hannah asked.

"There's definitely a reason why they had to do it, and that's why we're here."

Rosie, who was walking at the front, said as he put on his gloves.

Walking into the townhouse where Tim and the others found clues, it was also full of all kinds of strange graffiti symbols, wine bottles, needles, cigarette butts, and unpleasant smell of urine.

In the innermost room was a worn mattress, stained with blood and traces of various unknown liquids, and some torn clothes scattered next to it.

Emily and Hannah hurriedly stepped forward, avoiding some obvious footprints on the ground, and went to the mattress to carefully examine the fragments of the clothing.

Jiejie used her phone to open a statement to help them check, which was Katie's mother, Mrs. Owen, and described the clothes Katie was wearing when she went out that day.

"That's right, this is it, these clothes are all in line, and Katie is here to be "clean and unbearable, and didn't say any more."

"This may be the murder weapon that killed Katie, matching the mark on her neck." Red took a belt from Jack and carefully examined the metal buckle.

"Cigarette butts all over the floor, and these beer cans, are full of DNA evidence, which is too unprofessional for a killer, right?"

Jack tried to get to the mattress, but found that there was nowhere to put his feet, so he had no choice but to kick open a few empty cans before going to the innermost.

He carefully pulled the mattress apart a little, and unexpectedly found a pink mobile phone in the gap between the mattress and the wall.

"Katie's mobile phone was out of battery, which was the reason why the call was disconnected at that time, and the killer didn't even notice that the girls had secretly dialed the phone."

Everyone looked at each other, and everything in front of them was completely different from what they had expected.

Because of Kison Vaughn's witness protection status, it is most likely that a professional kidnapped two girls, tortured and killed one of them, warned Kison Vaughn, and then took his daughter and used it as a threat to make him refuse to testify in court.

And all this in front of me doesn't seem like that at all.

Hodchner's cell phone rang, it was Garcia calling, and the two ended the call after a brief conversation.

Garcia said she had searched all the databases and found that none of the Irishmen had recently come to her country from Boston that matched the profile.

"So, is there a possibility that Katie and Lindsey may have left the cinema of their own free will, but they didn't expect to meet with this."

Emily looked ugly as she put the torn clothes into the evidence bag, and looked up at Hodchner.

"You mean, all this has nothing to do with the Irish, nothing to do with the gangs?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment, and if this was the case, it was an ordinary random violent crime committed by teenagers.

What can take the two girls away from the movie theater is most likely a peer they know, and a little stimulation of alcohol can make everything that follows completely out of control.

"If that's the case, then destroying the corpse's characteristics and driving a few miles away to abandon the corpse can all be explained."

Rhett's face was also difficult to look at when he said, because this time their purpose was not to solve the case, but to save people, and according to the current development of the case, it was only a matter of time to solve the case, but what they lacked the most was also time.

The longer it drags on, the more desperate the killer becomes, and teenagers are the most extreme age, which means that the chances of survival for another girl, Lindsay, become very slim.

"Jack, do your buddies have any results for tracking the bloody footprints of these backdoors?" Rosie, who was standing in the back doorway, looked at the police walkie-talkie in Jack's hand.

Coincidentally, as Jack was about to press the call button, John's excited voice came over the intercom, "Hey, guys, I found a body inside this house in the southwest corner." ”

Everyone's hearts were cold, and Jack hurriedly called the other party, "John, I'm Jack, is the body you found the missing girl?" ”

"Huh? Jack, how are you? John was a little surprised, "Well, no, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy looks like he was stabbed to death." ”

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Beckoning the two LAPDs at the door, Jack handed them the bags of evidence collected by several people and headed for John's location.

John's body was hidden in the other corner of the abandoned terraced house, in a gloomy attic.

The boy was lying on his back on the ground, still holding a cell phone in his hand, and there was an intermittent trail of blood on the floor behind him, which should be the reason why John was able to quickly find his body.

"Three stab wounds in the chest, which should have injured internal organs and vital blood vessels." Jack crouched beside the corpse, staring at the pair of dead eyes.

"The cornea was cloudy, white and mist-like, and the time of death was more than 15 hours, presumably shortly after Katie's death."

(End of chapter)