"Oh God!"

"What's going on?"

"Who's going to help this poor girl?"

Amid the gossip of the people around him, Jack stepped forward quickly, took off his suit and covered the girl.

“FBI！ Get out of the way, please don't gather here, she needs fresh air. Hannah had a good understanding and began to help him drive away the crowd of onlookers.

"How is she?" Rick Cassel saw some clues, and crouched next to Jack, who was helping the girl check her injuries, at the beginning.

Alexis didn't know where to find a clean white towel, moistened it with mineral water, and handed it over.

"Help her, this is my daughter, God, what happened to her." The girl's father was so anxious that he kept pressing the phone mechanically, but his bloody fingers couldn't unlock the screen.

"Something bad happened to her, but it shouldn't be life-threatening, it's best not to touch her, I'll contact CSI, it's very important to collect evidence in the first place."

Jack spoke very reservedly, seeing that the father of the six gods had no response, he could only look at Rick Cassel for help.

The latter nodded slightly, obviously understanding the meaning of his words, and pressed the girl's father's shoulder, "Mr. Peacock, what you need most now is calm."

After the other man looked back, Rick Cassel whispered something in his ear.

"OK, OK, thank you Mr. Kassel. And you, good sir." Mr. Peacock covered his mouth and choked up, as if he could not believe that this had happened to his daughter.

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and the first responder, after checking on the girl's injuries, helped her hang up the drip, and in a few moments, the NYPD and CSI people also arrived.

The NYPD did not come this time with Danny Regan, but a beautiful police detective with short red hair and a heroic posture, wearing a trench coat and two long legs, which directly dumbfounded Rick Cassel.

"Kate Beckett, NYPD detective, who is in charge here?"

Alexis nudged her father so hard that he couldn't help but take two steps and stand in front of the Beck Detective.

"I'm Rick Cassel, and it's an honor to meet you."

"That Rick Cassel?" Kate Beckett seemed to have heard of him, and confirmed it suspiciously.

"Uh, I think so." Rick Cassel pointed to the reception behind him, where a banner and his standing card were still hanging.

Leaving aside the first meeting of the two heroes and heroines here, Jack and Hannah meet Mike Taylor and his deputy Stella Bonasila from CSI's New York Lab on the other side.

The victim's name was Lotine Peacock, and her father said they had agreed to attend Rick Cassel's book sale together, and that she lived alone in her apartment on the corner of 50th and 32nd Streets.

Oh, and there's Lotine's father, a publisher, and she works at her father's publishing house. ”

Jack recounted what he had just learned, and Mike Taylor shone his flashlight on the blood on the ground as he walked forward, "Can the victim provide some details about what happened?" ”

"No, the victim is not conscious, she has a wound on her head, which is also the main bleeding point, and her body is covered in bruises and abrasions, and I can't be sure for the time being whether it was the amnesia caused by the concussion or the protective psychological closure caused by the assault.

I asked several times before she could barely say her name. ”

As they spoke, the two stopped at a step, and in front of them was a fountain, and behind the fountain was New York's famous Central Park.

"So, she was in Central Park." Mike Taylor looked into the dark park, and Jack sighed, this is 843 acres (3.4 square kilometers) of Central Park, and it is not easy to find the exact location of the crime.

While Jack and Mike Taylor were talking, Hannah and Stella Bonasila also filmed the traces left by Lotine Peacock both inside and outside the reception venue.

A Lincoln luxury car parked outside had her bloody handprints on the hood, and the girl was missing a high heel on her foot, but the two searched all the way but couldn't find it.

"So, is the FBI going to get involved in this case?" Mike Taylor looked at Jack, and Jack looked at Hannah, who was looking at Lotine Peacock as she was taken to the ambulance with a look of concern.

"Let's do some assistance for the time being, if neither you nor the NYPD disagree." The FBI should not have jurisdiction over this case, but Jack knew from the look of Hannah that she would never let it go easily.

Fortunately, the two of them's boss, Dana Moge, gave them a certain amount of authority, and when there were no important cases, as long as the New York City Police Department agreed, their two-person team was free to participate in some ordinary cases.

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"I'm not against the FBI's involvement, but what's going on with this guy?" Hearing that the FBI was only here to assist and not to take credit, Kate Beckett naturally did not have any opinions, but only questioned a well-known writer standing behind the two.

"Mr. Peacock and his daughter were guests of my invitation to the party, and I think I have an obligation to assist the police." Rick Cassel was interrupted by Kate Beckett before he could finish speaking.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Cassel, this is our police job, and I will contact you if necessary."

"OK, here's my business card." Cassel's fingers holding the business card stuck in the air, watching the beautiful female detective turn around and leave.

I don't know what the two men said about their conversation, but it's clear that Kassel didn't make a good impression on Kate Beckett.

So, what should we do next? Dragnet search for the location of the crime? Kate Beckett is obviously not a vase character, and in one sentence the key to solving the case.

"Let's start with the victim's clothing, Stella followed her to the hospital, and sent the clothing back to the laboratory for testing as soon as possible, and the approximate location may be indicated through the analysis of trace evidence on the clothing." Mike Taylor proposed.

Jack glanced at Central Park, which was as dark as a small forest not far away, and said, "Let my partner Hannah go to the hospital with me, and she will send her directly to the laboratory after collecting clothes, and your people should stay in the hospital for a check-up, right?" ”

The girl was clearly raped, which is why Hannah helped disperse the onlookers who were trying to take pictures while Jack was examining her injuries.

The openness of the concept of old beauty does not mean that there is no victim guilt, on the contrary, the shaming of "" women is very prevalent here, and the reason for this can be seen when you think that a certain animal gymnastics team doctor can run rampant unscrupulously for twenty or thirty years.

(End of chapter)