Saying goodbye to the medical examiner, Jack and Rossi drove back to the office, where Red had hung up a huge map of the city of Los Angeles in the conference room, marking the locations where the three victims had been abducted and where their bodies had been dumped.

Jiejie and Emily hadn't come back yet, and they might have to be busy there for a day, and Red listened to the two explain what they had learned at the medical examiner's office, and explain the results of his work just now.

"Linda Dean was kidnapped in Hollywood, her body was abandoned in Echo Park, Shirley Otto was last seen in Garman, and Sherman Oak was found.

Finally, there's Vicky Hagrid, who was kidnapped south of Torrance and dumped with Weslake. ”

In addition to marking the locations with six small flags of different colors, Red also drew various markings and lines on the map that only he could understand.

"It's a huge range, have you found any patterns?" Rosie found a chair and sat down, heading straight for the result.

"The killer has not yet committed a crime in the eastern lower city, and if he has a preference for geography, it is either not in the plan or the last target, but my concern is that the killer may not have any particular preference for location, but is completely random."

"How?" Jack asked, and Rhett's speculation meant that they were likely to find a random murderer among the population of about 1,300W in the Los Angeles metro area, which was understandably difficult.

Red pulled out a few photos of the abandoned corpse sites, "Pay attention to these abandoned corpse sites, these are all 'garbage dumps' in the true sense of the word. ”

In fact, everyone has noticed this before, the place where the body was found was either in the garbage bin, or in those dirty streets and alleys, where the corners of the broken sofas and mattresses were piled up.

"I mean, the killer is undisguised and unplanned, and whatever he does to his victims, after they die, they are discarded like garbage."

"So you suspect that the arbitrariness of the murderer's expression was not out of elaborate arrangement, but purely by coincidence?"

Rossi summed up the meaning of Red's words, which was barely good news, if the murderer acted so recklessly, even if he cleaned up the body, it would eventually reveal a flaw.

"Anything else you found?" Jack leaned closer to the map and noticed that Red had also marked some routes with lines.

This time Red hesitated, "I'm not sure if this makes sense, the three dumping sites are between Highway 110 and 405, near the north-south direction of Ports 5 and 10. ”

Jack looked at the lines he had drawn, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, "Are we ignoring the transportation of the three victims?" ”

As soon as he thought of it, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiejie and Emily, asking if they had made any progress in their questioning of the victim's family, and Emily soon called.

"Linda Dean's family said she usually went home at night through the 'red line' after work, but she didn't leave work until 1:05 a.m. on the night she disappeared."

Linda Dean is a bartender by profession, and it's normal to leave work until 1:05 a.m., but the Los Angeles subway stops at 1 a.m.

The "red line" in Emily's mouth refers to the MRT Line B in the Los Angeles Metropolitan Area Rail Transit, which has a total of 6 lines, namely Line A, Line B, Line C, Line D, Line E and Line K.

Lines A to E are distinguished by five colors: blue, red, green, purple and gold, of which Line B, the "red line" that Linda Dean takes every day, starts from Union Station in downtown Los Angeles and extends to North Hollywood, with a total of 14 stations along the way.

Judging from the time, Linda Dean, who only got off work at 1:05 in the morning that day, must not be able to catch the subway she usually takes.

"She shouldn't be walking home, is she?" As soon as Rossi spoke, he realized that he had said a nonsense, although from the point of view of the route, the security in the areas along the way was okay, but this was the "City of Angels" after all.

A beautiful young woman walking alone on the streets of Los Angeles in the early hours of the morning? The chances of nothing happening are almost slim.

Then the answer is obvious, "Taxi, I'll go find Garcia!" Jack turned to leave the conference room, but Red hurriedly followed.

"Chloroform is regulated, much easier to investigate than methanol, and I'm going to go to Garcia to find out if anyone has bought or stolen chloroform in bulk in chemical stores."

The two took the elevator and went downstairs to Garcia's small office.

In terms of office conditions alone, Garcia's treatment is unique, her small office is larger than Rossi and Hodgner's combined, and the purchase price of the hardware equipment in it is at least one zero more than the equipment in Jack's small arsenal.

When the two knocked on the door and walked into the office, Garcia's chubby little fingers were flying on the keyboard, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

"Garcia." Jack's voice made Garcia turn his head, and the eerie blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick startled him.

Although she has long been accustomed to switching back and forth between various punk styles and geek styles every day, her overly versatile outfits still bring visual impact to people from time to time.

"What do you need help with? My dear two knights. Garcia closed the chat window and turned around as if a queen was meeting his men.

Jack walked up to her, pressed his hand on the back of the chair, turned her back again, and then grabbed her chubby hand and placed it on the mouse.

"Please, sweetheart, I'm in a hurry, I want you to find out which taxi companies were providing services near the bar where she worked when Linda Dean disappeared."

Unlike other cities in the U.S., most taxis in Los Angeles have stops, and drivers wait for passengers in these designated areas, rather than stopping at the same time.

"The Hollywood area? Piece of cake. It took Garcia less than five minutes to make a list of seven taxis.

"Well, can you narrow it down a bit? Check to see if there are any taxis in the vicinity that night that charge after 1 a.m. Jack made a more specific request.

"It's not difficult, it just takes a little time." Garcia's fingers instantly turned into countless afterimages.

Soon, she came to a bad result, "The drivers of these seven taxi companies did not pull passengers in the neighborhood in the early hours of that morning." ”

Jack rubbed his temples with a headache, "Is it possible that he pulled a customer but didn't use the meter?" ”

"No, every taxi has GPS location and is shared with various apps, and at that time, there are no taxis in the vicinity, including Uber."

"Is it possible that it could be a 'gypsy taxi'?" Reid suggests another possibility.

"Gypsy cab" is not a taxi driven by a real gypsy, but a collective term for all illegal taxis, i.e. black cars.

"There are about 2,300 legally operated registered taxis in Los Angeles, but there are also about the same number of unregistered black cars, which are painted with fake taxi logos and make their way through the streets.

Even if someone gets in the car, it won't attract attention. Dr. Rhett opened his mouth to the data.

(End of chapter)