"Mr. Cassel, as a best-selling author, you still have a very good criminal record. Wonderful. ”

In the last Central Park rape case, Beckett's impression of Kassel was not very good, after all, she was a serious girl, so she was naturally wary of this kind of prodigal son in love.

Now that this guy's case record has been transferred in the system in the name of assisting in the investigation, the more he looks at it, the deeper his brows are wrinkled, although they are all misdemeanors that are exempt from prosecution, but the content is too outrageous, right?

"Disturbing the peace and resisting arrest."

"A man is a teenager until he dies, and his nature is difficult to change." Kassel shrugged.

Seeing her father sitting leisurely in the interrogation room, not handcuffed, and even able to talk to the serious-looking Beck detective, Alexis's last trace of worry disappeared.

"Here's a record that says you stole a mounted patrol horse." Beckett read the file with a smirk.

"It's borrowed." Kassel hurriedly corrected it.

"Aha, and then you were naked?" Beckett's eyes widened.

"Because it was spring." Kassel began to talk nonsense in a serious way.

Beckett was directly amused by the goods, "And coincidentally, every charge was dropped." ”

"What can I say?" Cassel beamed with smugness and began to talk again, "A lot of the upper echelons are my fans, but if you can make you feel better, I'd be happy to be spanked by you." ”

Alexis next door covered her face in shame, her father's level of pickled girls was not even as good as those little boys in her high school, and her toes were curled up in embarrassment.

Standing next to Jack, Hannah watched it with relish, this kind of blatant voyeurism was really to her liking, she had seen that something was wrong between the two before, what a ruffian rich boy met a civilian female police detective with a supermodel body but a lot of personality, it was so good.

The conversation next door continued, and Beckett put down the file folder in his hand, sat down in front of Kassel, and said earnestly to him word by word.

"Mr. Cassel, your bad-boy tone may work for ignorant girls who are just starting out in the social scene or for celebrities who want to please you, and I, I do this job to make a living.

And you, now have two choices, one is to make my life a little easier, or to make my life difficult, and believe me, you will never choose the latter option. ”

As if sensing some kind of looming murderous aura, Cassel's smile froze on his face and he spat out a dry word of OK.

Seeing that the goods finally seemed to be more cooperative, Beckett angrily put a photo on the table in front of him, "Allison Tisdale, daughter of real estate tycoon Jonathan Tisdale." ”

"It's cute." Kassel picked up the picture and looked at it.

"She's dead." Beckett was angry and snatched the picture from his hand and re-photographed it on the table.

"Do you know her? At your book signing, or at some charity event? ”

"Perhaps, but she's not in my address book, and if that's what you're asking, can I?" Cassel said, looking at the door.

Although he is interested in murder, if it is possible to be involved in his own murder, then he is not sensitive.

"And what about this man?" Beckett pulled out another photo, "Marvin Fisk, Small Claims Attorney." ”

"Most of my claims are relatively large." Cassel sat back with his half-lifted buttocks raised, and the slightly smug answer made Beckett roll his eyes again.

"He's dead, right? These cases and me"

Before he could finish speaking, Beckett interrupted him, and she again took out two photographs of the scene and placed them in front of Kassel, who stood up in shock.

Alexis, who was through the one-way glass, also approached the one-way glass curiously, trying to see the picture on the table.

"Fisk was found dead in his office two weeks ago and the case is still under investigation, but I didn't link them until tonight when Alison Tisdale's case happened."

In the two photographs shown by Beckett of the crime scene, the one above is the one that just happened, and the female deceased, Alison Tisdale, is lying naked in a pile of rose petals, and her eyes are covered with two bright sunflowers.

"Flowers for Your Grave?" Cassel muttered that the scene in front of him was exactly what he had described in his best-selling suspense.

"And this one, 'Hell Without Fire.'" Beckett removed the photo above to reveal the corpse of a middle-aged man below, lying in a white array of salted stars with a candle lit on each of the five corners.

This book "Hell Without Fire" is also a work by Cassel, and the scene in front of you is the scene depicted in the book when one of the characters dies.

After a brief moment of surprise, Cassel had a look of surprise on his face, "It looks like I have a big fan. ”

"No, a crazy fan!" Beckett corrected.

"But in my opinion, you're quite normal." Cassel's words made the beautiful detective a little confused.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Cassel's mouth, "Hell Without Fire, angry witches come with blood, please, only the most loyal Kassel fans will read this book." ”

It is clear that the loyal fan of Cassel is sitting across from him and showing disgust to him, after all, only an iron fan can corroborate each other based on the scenes described in the book and the photos of the scene in front of him.

Behind the one-way glass, Alexis clenched her little fist against her chin, and was concentrating, Hannah also had unblinking eyes, watching the two of them go back and forth, arguing with each other.

Looking at this scene, Jack secretly laughed, well, he actually enjoyed it, and Kassel's flirting with the cute Beckett was also his favorite part when he watched the show.

Beckett's red lips opened slightly, his eyes fluttered, a trace of panic flashed in his heart, and he forcibly broke the topic back, "I'm talking about that kind of crazy book lover, has there ever been such a guy who has written to you?" The kind of harassment letter that contains threats? ”

"Because sometimes. Belch. Our research found that killers tend to. Beckett, whose little secret was discovered, became a little stammering.

"Reach out to the object of his obsession." Cassel and she finished the remaining half of the sentence together in unison.

After saying that, he showed a smug expression, "You see, it's not just that flattering FBI kid who understands criminal psychology, I'm also proficient in it, this is a kind of . Occupational disease? ”

I can't bear it, I can't pull it, now I want to eat and vomit, knock two cephalosporins to sleep, and wake up tomorrow and go directly to the hospital if I feel so uncomfortable.

(End of chapter)