She had been walking from west to east along the path over there, intending to cross the park, but she noticed something wrong more than 20 meters away from the tree.

She hurriedly tried to escape, but soon broke her foot and dropped a high heel, and here it was, a piece of dirt on the ground was scooped up, and she fell, but quickly got up again, by which time the suspect had chased after her, and the two clashed, right at these messy footprints.

Then she was beaten, and then she was pushed hard, and she fell hard, and her forehead hit the root of the tree, and left a knee mark on the side, and there were fingertip prints and palm prints, which should have been found in the process of examination at the hospital.

Afterwards, she may have fainted, or she may have been coerced in some way, but she lost her ability to resist, and she was assaulted under the tree, after which the suspect left and went north. ”

Jack basically restored what happened at the scene, but there are still some suspicions, because in addition to the victim's footprints, there are two other different shoe prints at the scene.

One is like a common basketball shoe or sneaker, the texture is more common, the footprints are very deep, and the size is large, while the other texture is simpler, but it is not common, a bit similar to labor protection shoes, of course, it seems that it should be called work shoes in the United States.

There is also the steak in a tin foil plate, covered with a thick layer of coffee grounds, which seems to be a specialty of which store, judging from the freshness, it should also be left here tonight, I don't know if it has anything to do with the case in front of me.

"That's the Raimon steakhouse, and they have a special set menu that uses special coffee grounds to marinate steaks, and it's a famous restaurant at 69 Columbus Avenue."

Cassel, who had been stretching his neck beside him, raised his hand to answer, looking very engaged.

"So, our suspects have been narrowed down to a few dozen people, the ones who took the steak out of the store?" Beckett asked.

"Probably less, this kind of foil plate is reusable, usually only in the back kitchen, and the person we are looking for is probably the staff of the store."

Jack shook his head in denial, saying that he had more say in this regard.

"Perhaps my new findings can further narrow down the suspects." Mike Taylor, who had been patiently searching for clues on the ground with his head down, used tweezers to pick up a small metal ring, on which there was still a faint trace of blood.

"What is this?"

"Looks like a nose ring?" Beckett was a little unsure and turned his inquiring gaze to Mike Taylor.

"OK, I'm just a little hungry now, I'll invite everyone to eat steak, would anyone like to go with me?" Jack asked with a smile as he took off his gloves and then a somewhat intense look of anticipation fell on him.

"Why bring that nasty guy." Beckett, who was walking side by side with Jack, muttered a little unpleasantly, followed by an enthusiastic Cassel.

"Aren't you a fan of Kassel's books, you recognized him at a glance before?" Jack was quite puzzled, and although the two did not fall in love at first sight, Beckett's impression of Kassel should not be so bad.

"Maybe I've read one or two of his books, but the guy obviously took me for one of his brainless female book lovers and asked me where I wanted to leave his signature." Speaking of the previous scene, Beckett's face was particularly angry.

"Uh" Jack's silent gaze swept over the slightly thin chest of the beautiful detective, as the so-called hitting people does not slap the face, Cassel's behavior is indeed a bit excessive, but maybe he was only used to signing on the chests of his avid female book lovers before.

The Raymond steakhouse that Cassel said was just a block away from Central Park, and it took the trio less than 20 minutes to find a place.

"Hey, man, do you guys have nose rings here?" Arresting an ordinary suspect naturally doesn't need the FBI to show her ID, and now it's Beckett's home field, and she just flashed her police badge to get the answer she wanted.

"Yes, there's a cook boy, in the back." The chef, who was busy in the open kitchen, pointed to the back of the kitchen to his side.

Beckett pushed the door open, and a black boy no more than 20 years old was cleaning his plates, and all three of them noticed the medical tape on the wing of his nose at a glance.

"Hey, what are you doing? Outsiders are not allowed to enter here. The black boy was taken aback.

"Did you accidentally scratch your nose while washing the dishes?" Cassel was very energetic, poked his head out from behind the two, nodded his nose and said.

"What do you mean?" The black boy suddenly became nervous.

"We're here to claim a lost item, did you lose a nose ring?" Beckett took out his badge again and lit it up.

The black boy turned and ran, and before he could reach the back door, Beckett, who had been on guard, caught up with him in two steps, kicking him right in the crook of the leg.

"I didn't do anything! Yes! At the Black Boy's screams, his arms were twisted behind his back, and Beckett's long legs pressed against his back.

"Hey, this looks like it hurts." Cassel pretended to gasp, as if it was himself who was pressed under him by the beautiful detective in front of him, and Jack on the side secretly shook his head, he really couldn't stand this guy.

In the end, Beckett carried a packed steak in one hand and pressed the black boy into the police car with the other, and then the interrogation was hers, and Jack brought two takeaways to deliver one to Mike Taylor, who was still busy at the scene.

Walking through Central Park again, he said goodbye to Cassel and drove to the hospital to pick up Hannah and go home for a meal where the steak marinated on coffee grounds tasted quite good and left both of them satisfied.

Early the next morning, the two went to the federal building, took a leave of absence with Jubal, and then went to Dana Moge to report the previous night's case.

Considering that there are really no major cases recently, the female boss just reminded the two to be careful not to get involved too deeply to avoid arousing the disgust of the NYPD.

Jack made a phone call to Beckett in his office to inquire about the interrogation, and to his surprise, the little black man he had caught last night did not plead guilty.

His shoes matched the footprints at the scene, but this guy claimed that he only saw the unconscious Luo Concubine and her satchel that fell to the ground at the scene, and suddenly had a bad thought, and turned out the wallet inside, wanting to take the cash.

But at this time, Luo Concubine suddenly woke up and fought with him, and in the chaos, the black boy was dragged off his nose ring and fled in a hurry.

"So this bastard just left that bruised girl there, and didn't even think to make a call to the police?"

Hannah, who was listening to the phone on the sidelines, was so angry that his eyes widened, whether this guy said it was true or not, his behavior was very bad from any point of view.

"CSI has extracted his DNA, and it is not difficult to prove whether he is the murderer or not."

Jack was relieved that this kind of case seems simple, but in fact, it takes a little luck to solve the case, and the strong case is more than the murder case, because of some of its particularities, it is difficult for the murderer not to leave DNA evidence, especially at the moment, the murderer generally does not prepare condoms in advance.

However, this kind of case is usually the most backlogged, because after the case occurs, few victims are willing to take the initiative to report the case, and even if the case is reported, the evidence collection process is difficult.

(End of chapter)