"So you're going to do it?" Kate Beckett had a much better impression of Jack as the FBI than the writer behind her, and saw that he had been staring at Central Park not far away, and vaguely guessed what he was thinking.

"If Detective Becket isn't in a hurry to get back to the police station, why don't you take a night tour of Central Park with me?"

Jack removed a small Shenhuo X400 Ultra laser integrated gun lamp from his waist, which is his pistol accessory, which can be pinned to the belt on his waist alone, or directly attached to the pistol when needed.

"Are you sure you can track your footprints at night?" Without waiting for Kate Beckett to reply, Mike Taylor raised his eyebrows in some surprise.

"Try it, we can't do much anyway until the results of the victim's clothes in your lab come out, and the most lacking thing now is time, after all, the real first scene could be destroyed at any time."

There is another thing that Jack didn't say, Central Park is indeed not small, but it is a regular rectangle with a north-south orientation, and Lotine Peacock's home is on the west side of the park, and Rick Cassel's book and drink party is located on the east side of the park.

The distance between the two locations was not far in a straight line, about the two ends of the rectangular half-waist, but if, according to Mr. Peacock, his daughter had to take a taxi halfway around Central Park to get to her destination if she was traveling from home to the party.

Jack has complained many times about the traffic in New York, especially in Manhattan, you must know that the United States is known as a country on wheels, although the driver's license ownership rate has continued to decline in recent years, but in terms of the country, 70% of this proportion is still there.

In New York City, the driver's license ownership rate has dropped to 25%, and in addition to the fact that New York State driver's licenses are particularly difficult to obtain, high parking fees and congestion in the city are also major factors.

At this time of year, it is unlikely that Lotine Peacock, who is going out in an evening dress, will choose to squeeze the dirty and smelly subway, and the most likely is that she will choose to take a taxi and be stuck in a halfway street.

So she chose to cross Central Park at night, because although the length of this rectangle is four kilometers, it is only 800 meters wide, and even with high heels, this straight line distance does not take too long.

Jack hasn't learned any tracking skills seriously, but he has a system plug-in, and it's hard to miss something when the perception is fully open.

As if he had made sense, Mike Taylor went back to his car and grabbed two flashlights, handed one to Beckett, and the two followed Jack together.

Soon, they found a few drops of blood on a stone under a large tree at the edge of the forest, and there was a pair of special footprints near the blood stains, the left foot was a shoe print of a high heel, and the right foot was a barefoot footprint.

And this is consistent with the characteristics of Lotine Peacock's bare right foot when she appeared at the reception.

All three of them were in good spirits, and they followed the trails, which were not consistent because there were small stone paths and grassy areas along the way, but Jack could always find some clues.

For example, a branch that was accidentally broken, a small round hole that was stepped on by the sole of a high-heeled shoe, or a drop of blood that happened to drip on a fallen leaf.

Half an hour later, under a stout and tall elm tree, Jack stopped and stopped the two men behind him from moving on, "This should be the first scene." ”

Mike Taylor and Beckett invariably shone their flashlights under the tree, only to see that the soft soil under the tree was littered with footprints, a high heel and a lady's satchel were left there, and a leather purse was thrown not far away.

"Well done." The two picked up their phones at the same time and began to summon helpers.

"Wow, how did you do that, is this a superpower?" Cassel, who had been sneaking behind them, appeared from behind in surprise and let out an exclamation.

The three of them had already discovered the clumsy stalker, and they were just too lazy to expose him, but now Jack had to speak, because the guy craned his neck and didn't seem to feel like it was enough, and was about to tiptoe around to the other side.

"Mr. Cassel, if you go one step further, I will not ask Detective Beck to formally arrest you for vandalizing the crime scene and obstructing justice."

Cassel was so frightened by these words that he shrank his neck, and he couldn't advance or retreat for a while, half of his foot hung in the air, and he froze in place in a very funny posture, and he was about to fall forward with a hard bang.

Beckett stepped forward and pulled him back, glaring at the guy with an angry face, and Cassel gave her an embarrassed but polite smile flatteringly.

"I warn you, if you don't want to be chained to a tree by me until dawn, you'd better be honest."

is worthy of a pair of happy enemies, these two are so sparkling when they meet for the first time.

Jack could probably guess the mind of this man, this writer is still a cynical prodigal son, and before he was trained by Beckett to be well-behaved, he said things like he thought he was obligated to assist the police, and he just farted and listened to it.

This eighty percent has recently run out of inspiration for writing, just like in the original play, after meeting a maverick and beautiful female police detective like Beckett for the first time, he not only moved his bowels, but also found a new source of inspiration.

But in this case alone, Jack felt that he should still stand up and say something.

"Mr. Cassel, in this case at the moment, I don't think it would be a good idea to include it in you, given what happened to the victim.

Besides, you've always been good at suspense reasoning, not crime scene forensics. ”

Although his own publication is imminent, he really needs this guy to say two good words in the circle, but when it is time to speak out, Jack does not shy away from it, and he still has a clear division of the main business and side business.

"Well, I'm just curious, and it won't affect your work, I swear." Kassel held up three fingers.

Beckett, who was on the side, rolled his eyes, and didn't want to deal with this guy anymore, and soon NYPD officers arrived at the scene, pulled up a cordon, and then CSI's work car also drove nearby.

Several researchers set up floodlights around the area, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daylight, and Mike Taylor put on rubber gloves, picked up his camera, and got busy.

Jack also put on gloves and went into the cordon to help, while Beckett stood by and watched, occasionally warning Cassel who was still eager to try with his eyes.

As numbered signs were lowered, a jumble of footprints, lost handbags and wallets, keys, a steak on a tin plate, high heels, and blood stains on tree stumps revealed the evil that had happened here not long ago.

(End of chapter)