With 21 cases in their files, it was certainly impossible for Jack and Danny to do all the work, even with Mike Taylor, and soon Sheldon Hawk and Stella, who were forensic researchers, joined in.

Thanks to Danny's softening in advance, otherwise he would have gone bankrupt if he really had a lobster supper, but fortunately, the CSI laboratory was also in Manhattan, and Jack went home and cooked a few boxes of dumplings of various flavors and sent them over.

So during the break, everyone gathered together and began to study how many kinds of dumplings Jack had wrapped.

"I had at least three kinds of meat, shrimp and pork, beef and potatoes, and lamb mixed with parsley." Danny barely learned to use chopsticks, poking at the dumplings, the juice splashing, eating his own and looking at other people's bowls.

"I've got leeks and pork, bracken sprouts and ham here." Stella also looked curiously at Mike Taylor, who poked the skin of a dumpling with a fork, and looked solemn, as if he was studying some important physical evidence, "There should be some kind of shellfish and crab meat." ”

"You should use your taste buds to distinguish rather than a posture that is ready to be stuffed into the chromatograph." Jack was speechless and decided not to continue pestering the group of guys living in the food desert on this topic.

He turned to Stella, "How's Mrs. Carter's inquiries?" ”

Stella pursed her lips, looking like she was shocked, "Nothing, she never admitted that there was a third person present at the time, when I asked her why she came to the police station early the next morning to turn herself in, guess what her answer was?" ”

Everyone turned their eyes to her, waiting for her to reveal the answer.

"Deborah said she took a taxi to the Leeds Hotel, where Kevin proposed to her eight years ago." Stella recalls the conversation that made her a little uncomfortable.

She had a few drinks at the bar, then opened a room and, in her words, turned herself in at the police station after a night that was truly her own.

"Is it my delusion? Why do I feel like Kevin Carter has found two wives with similar personalities? So what's the point of his bigamy? Danny was puzzled.

Jack has really analyzed this kind of person, "Maybe what he really cares about is not having several wives, but he likes the feeling of walking on a tightrope, like someone who suffers from lying or kleptomania, and he can get excitement and pleasure in this dual role." ”

"Have you been dealing with such perverts before?" Danny's hand holding his chest subconsciously rubbed his arm, quite a little chilling.

"A word of advice, if you come across a serial killer or something like that in the future, don't keep your hands on it if you have the chance." Jack deliberately put on a serious face.

"Have you ever heard of the 'Boston Grim Reaper'? My boss, Hodgner, almost got on his hands."

"Ahem!" As the boss of the laboratory, Mike Taylor naturally couldn't let this discordant discussion circulate among his subordinates, and quickly changed the topic with a dry cough, "Did you just find anything?" ”

"Perhaps, I've found something here." Danny finished his share of dumplings in two bites, put back on his gloves and took out several bags of evidence from different cases.

"This 'FedEx' bag is from a drug-related burglary in the Bronx, and the corresponding analysis report says that cocaine residue was found on it."

Then he pulled out two other pieces of evidence from underneath, each containing a "FedEx" delivery bag.

"This is a burglary in Westchester County, and this one is a case in a small town of Greenwich, Connecticut, and the corresponding report also mentions the discovery of cocaine residues.

But because they are located in three different jurisdictions, corresponding to three different police forensic laboratories, no one has noticed the connection before. ”

Mike Taylor's bun had a sly smile on his face again, and he continued, "Until we put these cases together." ”

He turned on the computer and pulled up the electronic map, and entered the locations of the three cases that Danny had found.

"The three locations are less than 15 miles apart, and anyone would like to make a bet with me that the courier of these three parcels is the same person."

"I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to make such a bet with you, chief." Sheldon Hawke took the three evidence bags from Danny, "I'll check if the cocaine content in them is consistent, and as for the identity of the courier, I'll give it to our two detectives." ”

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Marcia Vázquez, who was jailed for illegal possession of drugs and weapons in 2016, when she was 17 years old, was given a five-year suspended sentence, and her file was sealed because of her underage and plea bargaining, and there was no DNA record of her in the system.

He is 23 years old, has no criminal record in the middle, and lives in the North Bronx. ”

Danny closed the file, took the coffee from Jack, thanked him, and yawned again.

He slept for three or four hours after returning home from the CSI lab last night, and this morning he received a call from Jack and hurried out to run errands.

"I went to FedEx in the morning and asked, she had been there for almost six months, and all three deliveries were delivered the day before the murder, and it seems that we have found our female serial killer."

Danny rubbed his hands together as he spoke, a little excitement on his face.

"And you're not going to call for reinforcements?" Jakla drove the car and sat in the passenger seat of his broken police car, first put on body armor, then transferred the FK7.5 to the quick-pull holster on the outside of his right leg, and pulled out the Glock pistol to check it.

"Are you being too cautious?" Danny muttered, but pulled out his own pistol and examined it as he did.

"Are you still sexist about serial killers?" Jack raised an eyebrow at him, this guy is a little underbeaten, it seems that he will have to find a case to teach him a lesson another day.

"OK, OK, you're right." Danny usually deals with ordinary cases, and in most cases he doesn't even need to use a gun, and even his marksmanship has regressed a little over the years after he retired from the police, and some slackness is inevitable.

After saying that, he glanced at the time and started to start, and the plainclothes police car drove towards the Bronx, and then turned his head and asked, "Is there any progress in the lab?" ”

Jack shook his head, "The other cases are all a mess, and I can't find any commonalities for the time being, so I sent the case back to my colleagues at BAU, hoping that they would help make a profile, but what you found yesterday has further clues."

Sheldon Hawke confirmed that the cocaine residue in the three bags was consistent, so at least the motives for the three cases were clear. ”

Danny understood, "She delivers drugs to those people, and when they sell them, she goes back and kills them, and then takes the money and leaves, this woman should have other accomplices, and she can't do this job alone." ”

But what does this three cases have to do with the other 18 cases, as well as the murder of passion at the Carters' house? I can't even figure it out with my head broken. Jack rubbed his temples and sighed.

"Who knows? Maybe it's just that their instrument is broken. Danny said that he was hired by Jack Clas anyway, after all, most of the cases happened in New York, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to.

"That's impossible, these cases all happened around New York, and the jurisdictions are different, unless the local police's forensic laboratory and the equipment are all broken," Jack suddenly paused in the middle of speaking, and turned his neck a little stiffly towards Danny.

"Why are you looking at me like this all of a sudden?" Danny gets goosebumps from the strange look in this guy's eyes.

Jack let out a heartfelt exclamation, "Has anyone ever said you're a genius?" ”

(End of chapter)