"Alas!" Hodchner let out a rare sigh, "The suspect is enough to live on the stolen goods from pawning, so why do you have to follow those migrant workers around?" ”

Jack looked at the old Mo who toiled under the scorching sun, wearing large straw hats with Mexican characteristics, covered in filth, men, women and children.

"He can go anywhere, and the freight rail lines in this country are all over the country, but he hasn't left California, maybe there's something involved."

"Wife, children, or any other relative?" Red followed Jack's gaze to see that Jay and Jane were holding a few chocolates, teasing a couple of seven or eight-year-old Mexican kids.

There was a section of the ridge that was washed into the mud by the irrigation water, and the children used it as a playground, paddling around it, using it as a slide in the amusement park, and they all played like mud monkeys.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but smile, and no one noticed the deep compassion that flashed in Jack's eyes.

He had read One Hundred Years of Solitude and had learned about Ernesto Rafael Guevara de la Serna's early years in Guatemala.

With the development of the times, and a red ghost that has come and gone, United Fruit Company has become the company that is now very socially responsible and humane.

But the nightmare of the poor people in Latin America has only changed from bananas to curry indices, compared to their peers who spend their days at gunpoint in their hometowns with drug dealers and gangsters.

The children who followed their parents to this country and could play in the sun without worries were lucky after all, and they didn't even need to accept the torture of an exam-oriented education that would make people think rigid and stifle genius.

——

Early the next morning, Jack walked into the Sacramento police station with a glass of juice, a dozen coffees and a few vegetable pancakes on his fingers, and a few newspapers under his arm.

The newspapers all published photos of the suspects on the front page, and reprinted the public relations provided by Jiejie word for word, reminding the people in the Central Basin to be careful of strangers.

Although everyone knows that the identity of the suspect is only one step away, everyone in BAU seems a little anxious, because the interval between the other party's crimes is getting shorter and shorter, and it is likely that in these few nights, there will be innocent families who will be murdered.

Jane Banner sat in the conference room all night with a pair of panda eyes, and when she saw Jack's breakfast, she pounced on him with a cheer.

Jie was almost scared to death by her, she was not the only one who stayed up late last night to sort out the data, Jiejie has been with her, and Garcia's video has been connected there.

He hurriedly coughed lightly and handed over the breakfast in his hand, which was able to block the other party's warm hug, and Jie Jiexing, who was still sitting on the other side, had round eyes and stared at the two of them with an unkind face.

After a while, the rest of BAU arrived, and Garcia yawned and began to report on the results of an all-night busy battle for the girls.

"Literacy first, migrant workers from Mexico usually form teams that they call 'cuadrillas,' a Spanish word meaning gang.

We found one of the 'cuadrillas', and in terms of time, the places where they worked overlapped with the cities of Chico, Modesto and Vicaville, where our suspects committed the crimes. ”

"And what about Tehachabi? We suspect that this is the location where the murderer first committed the crime. Rosie asked.

"That's the point." Garcia's expression was a little smug, "We checked the list of employees at the apple farm near Tehachabi, and two days before the poor old lady was killed, I found out that this 'cuadrillas' used to work nearby.

One of them, Armando Salinas, was once on the gang list, but he was never seen in the list since.

Jane then contacted the ICE officer Cesar again, and based on the information he provided, we found a record of the person being expelled from the camp by ICE for theft and wounding.

I also compared 17 sets of fingerprints found in the old lady's house, one of which was the same as that of Armando Salinas. ”

Seeing the picture of the thin-looking Latino man on the screen, Hodchner let out a sigh of relief.

"Jiejie, immediately notify Detective Lehmann to issue a wanted warrant, and then release the photo to the media, and at the latest in today's evening news, we want to let the public see his appearance."

He paused, looked at the haggard faces of the girls, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, let's rest early when it's over, and we'll take care of the rest." ”

"Ah, yes." Garcia seemed to think of something before hanging up the video, "That 'cuadrillas' just arrived in Rockford the day before yesterday. ”

"Which of you speaks Spanish?" Rosie looked at the crowd.

Emily raised her hand first, then Jack, and everyone looked at Red in unison, only to see him look away in embarrassment.

Red's linguistic talent is average, of course relative to his genius in other fields, he knows French, Russian, Italian, and even the unpopular Yoruba, but Spanish is not his breadth.

"Then Emily and Jack asked the ICE officer Cesar to visit the camp and see if there were any finds, and it would be better to find the reason why the suspect, Armando Salinas, had been following this, uh, 'cuadrillas.'"

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It was late in the evening that Jack and Emily were led by Cesar to a camp on the outskirts of Rockford, where they were spotted with a dilapidated prefabricated townhouse.

It's not that they're delaying their time, it's that it's only when the sun is about to go down that you can see these Mexican peasants who have toiled all day.

"So, they go to work at 5 a.m. and finish at 5 p.m., and they get paid less than $50 a day?"

After listening to Cesa's introduction, Emily asked incredulously.

"It's not that much, excluding visas, transportation and lodging costs, plus they don't work 30 days a month, and their net income is generally just over $800 a month.

Well, only for adult men, women's earnings would be reduced by about a third, although they did not work much less than male workers. Cesar explained.

Seeing Emily looking at her angrily, Cesar was a little aggrieved, "We have been helping them, providing them with as clean accommodation and drinking water as possible, and also helping USDL (lao Ministry of Labor) to recover the arrears of wages together."

In total, we recovered more than $15 million in unpaid wages for these workers last year. ”

"You did your best." Jack hit the wheel and parked the car at the camp gate.

Under this condition, Lao Mo still sharpened his head and ran north, no way, if they stayed in their hometown, they could get a job with this one-tenth of the income, even if it was thankful.

(End of chapter)