At this moment, Julie Finn hurried over and handed over a fingerprint comparison result.

"Nick found a full fingerprint on the blood note, which was compared to the headboard and the fingerprints provided by TC Riodan."

Russell took the report with some curiosity, "Aren't all computers and equipment out of power?" How do you do the comparison? ”

Julie Finn smiled bitterly and handed over a magnifying glass, "Simply judge the type of fingerprints, don't overestimate everyone, no one can do fingerprint comparison with the naked eye now." ”

"Hmm." Russell pouted, nodded in understanding, and then handed the report to Inspector Bryce.

"The fingerprints on the headboard of the bed are the same as the fingerprints on the blood book, which are all rare tent patterns, and this is the fingerprints of the ten fingers of TC that we collected, the positive and reverse patterns, and the vortex patterns, but there are no tent patterns."

The old detective sighed, "Okay, okay, I'm going to arrange for someone to bring TC Riodan's mother-in-law, Patricia, and that and the psychic Karen, to the police station." ”

He paused, still trying to stick to his previous judgment, "The golden three hours of the missing child case have long passed, should we do a good job?"

Suddenly, a police officer hurried into the office, looking a little excited, "The kidnapper is calling." ”

The old inspector stretched out his hands, "You're all right, when I didn't say it." ”

The kidnapper's call was made directly to TC Riodan's phone, using a voice changer that was already rotten on the street.

At this time, TC Riordan was invited into a real conference room, and when everyone arrived, they heard the voice of the robber who had been released.

"Mr. Riodan, please have a pen and paper ready and write down what I have to say."

Russell took a notebook and a pen from the desk next to him and handed him another one, tore off a page of paper, and wrote a few words with a brush.

"Let him prove that the child is alive."

TC Riodan's hand holding the phone trembled, and it was easy to restrain his excitement, and he said in a trembling voice, "I need to know if my son is okay first?" ”

The tone of the voice changer did not fluctuate, and no emotion could be heard, "Who wants to know, you or the police?" ”

Obviously, the other party seems to be very aware of the situation here, at least knowing that this side has reported the crime.

The old detective also stood beside TC and didn't make a sound, just stretched out his index finger and nodded at TC.

"It's me, it's me who wants to know." TC saw his gesture and hurriedly said.

A child's voice immediately came from the phone, "Dad! ”

"Hubble!" TC breathed a sigh of relief, as did everyone else around him.

"Dad, I'm so scared." The child was very well-behaved and did not cry.

Russell continued to write on the paper, "Ask him questions." ”

TC nodded, understanding that this was to further verify the identity, "Baby, tell me, what is the name of the planet between Jupiter and Uranus, the one with big rings?" ”

"It's Saturn."

"You're awesome, baby Hubble, are you okay?" TC was relieved, and his voice choked unbearably.

The voice of the voice changer came again on the phone, "Palermo parking lot, third floor, take all the jewels in the safe, arrive at eight o'clock in the morning, the connector will put on a red hat." ”

Then the kidnappers hung up.

"Eight in the morning?" The old detective glanced at the time, "We still have 4 hours." ”

"Mr. Riodan, may I ask how much jewel you have stored in your safe?" Jack asked curiously.

Although he doesn't know the value of this rich man, judging from the popularity of the report that year, it is at least 10 million.

This kidnapper's request is a bit strange, but anyone who has watched two police movies in recent years can blurt out the demand for ransom, or the old banknotes with consecutive numbers.

Because under normal circumstances, jewelry is difficult to get rid of, and the discount of stolen goods is severe, and it is thankful that you can get a real value by selling stolen goods on the black market.

TC absentmindedly replied with a number, which made everyone on the side numb.

"Mr. Riodan, you mean that you have more than 2 million worth of jewels in the safe at home?" Jack felt Russell's tone change a little.

"Can't you find any other good place to keep them? For example, banks? "The old inspector also thinks it's incredible, are rich people so willful?

TC looked up at the crowd, there was still a little confusion in his eyes, "Yes, most of them are my wife Natalie's, I just want to keep her things around, sometimes at night, I take them out and take a look."

For a while, even the old detective couldn't hold on to his previous judgment, could it be that this TC Riodane is really an infatuated lover? Or are rich people so willful?

"Okay, does anyone else know about this? I mean, you put so much expensive jewelry in the safe. Jack asked.

"My mother-in-law, Patricia Ledeck."

Jack looked at the old inspector and signaled that he was fine.

"Then, Mr. Riodan, I will at once arrange for the police to escort you home to pick up the jewels, after which I will need you to make a list of them and their approximate value."

Inspector Bryce then looked at Russell, "I need a CSI officer with us to verify the authenticity of the jewelry as it is removed from the safe." ”

"Leave it to me." Julie Finn volunteered, "I still have some knowledge of jewelry. ”

Russell nodded, and told the old detective, "We need to talk to Patricia Ledeck and the medium as soon as possible." ”

"You'll be able to see them in an hour at most, they've already been picked up." The old inspector glanced at the time on his watch again, and after speaking, he hurriedly left to arrange for manpower.

"In order to hurry up, let's split up when the time comes, shall we?" Russell turned his attention to Jack again.

"OK, which one do you choose?" Jack is as good as a stream.

"Do you think the kidnappers might be among them?" Russell's implication is that which one he chooses is which one he thinks is more suspicious.

"Then you choose first, I don't have any ideas yet, and there is too little information." Jack was humble.

"Then I'll ask Patricia Ledeck, you're in charge of that medium, I heard that the psychic people are psychiatrists, you might be able to talk."

Russell's jokes have no malice, if scientists have civil science, then these fortune-telling and psychic guys can indeed be called wild psychologists.

Moreover, unlike those civil sciences that are more watery in the field of science, these wild psychologists have mastered a lot of quite practical psychological tricks and words.

(End of chapter)