Of course, the so-called response measures are just nonsense, to put it bluntly, it is to quickly get the NYPD's public relations department to move, first clear up the responsibility, and it is difficult to say which cases will be involved now, but the approximate time frame can still be estimated.

The supplier of the cotton swabs in Jack's hand, called White Tip Cotton Company, won a government contract in New York City and several surrounding cities about a month ago to supply cotton swabs to police crime labs and other departments in these cities.

Of course, the company's business is not limited to this, but the FBI found that in order to cope with these new contracts, they opened a cotton swab processing plant in Brooklyn, New York, which is also the destination of Jack and Mike Taylor's trip.

If it can be determined that the problem is indeed with the newly opened cotton swab processing plant, then it is almost certain that the contaminated cotton swabs have been flowing into the various crime labs for about the last month.

He responded bluntly to Jack's concerns, and theoretically the NYPD and its subordinate CSI labs were actually victims, but the public obviously wouldn't think so.

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"So, this time our Mr. Mayor and NYPD are on the same side?" After listening to her in Dana Moge's office, combined with recent news reports, Jack also had a rough idea of the current situation.

"A certain Manhattan District Attorney and Agent Tawol from the FBI, which one would you like to see first, sir?" Baker, the female secretary, had a smile on her face.

"The mayor will hold a press conference this afternoon with the NYPD and the City Council's Public Safety Committee, and Frank wants you to visit his office before that."

Among them, there are at least thirty or forty cases involving serious crimes, relying on a single DNA evidence to convict them, that is, at least thirty or forty serious offenders.

The two walked into the office together, and Jack gentlemanly invited Erin to sit down first, and then sat on the sofa chair next to her, and then the female secretary Baker brought coffee.

That's still a small amount, and you should know that there is not always only one suspect in some cases.

The problem now is that while the estimated time frame is just over a month, it doesn't sound like a long time, but it's not a short time, and in terms of the busyness of the CSI lab alone, Mike Taylor, as the director, just estimates that there are more than 200 cases related to the potentially contaminated DNA evidence.

"Thanks, just call me Jack, beautiful Miss Baker." Jack raised his eyebrows and calmly met Erin's gossipy look.

Leaving Dana Moger's office, Jack went straight to the NYPD headquarters, where Hannah had recently assisted the F.B.I.'s white-collar crime unit in its investigation of a financial fraud that was often frighteningly expensive and a daily occurrence in the financial metropolis of New York.

Dana Moge knew what he was thinking, "Are you really sure to recruit a special forces from the seals directly?" ”

"Perhaps, it depends on luck." It's almost the same time as Jason Hayes, and Jack plans to contact him again in a few days.

Although the CSI laboratory tried its best to remedy the situation, and the various district prosecutors also did their work in advance, a group of felons were successfully exonerated for a while, and for a while, the entire New York City was panicked, and public opinion was even more boiling.

However, the CSI laboratory did its best to make technical remedial measures, and the head of the factory handed over a list of all possible people who might have come into contact with the cotton, and several CSI experimenters who rushed to collect the DNA of the workers for screening.

Fortunately, the CSI laboratory is not a genetic laboratory that only does DNA testing, and if there is a problem with DNA evidence, the court may refuse to accept it, but other physical evidence such as trace physical evidence testing and fingerprints can still be used as evidence in court.

He and Frank's secretary really didn't know each other very well, but Mr. Captain was a busy man, and every time he came to see him, he often had to wait outside the office for a long time, and he had talked back and forth several times.

"From what I know of Commissioner Reagan, the pressure should not be passed on to me, but some people may not let go of this opportunity, and it is likely to fall into the ground, whether it is the media and the public who think that the city government is spending too much or too little in this area, politicians will always find reasons to criticize and use this to shirk responsibility."

When faced with this kind of problem, the public does not have much thinking ability, and they will naturally trust the guidance of the media and public opinion, especially those who think they have the "ability to think independently", and they are the natural audience for conspiracy theories.

This is also consistent with the timing of the DNA database's data update, in other words, without Sheldon Hawke's small mistake, it wouldn't have been too long before the problem was discovered.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Frank's blonde secretary walked out with a prosecutor in a suit and leather shoes, and after seeing him off, she motioned for the two to wait, and walked briskly to the door of the office.

"Considering that these swab purchases involve government contracts, what are the chances that the NYPD will stay out of the way?" Jack asks Mike Taylor sideways as he drives the Dodge Hellcat through the traffic.

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"Two pieces of candy without milk, right, Agent Tavol?"

"Who's next?" Frank's voice came from inside the office.

Watching a little girl who obviously looked like she was still a minor combing the cut tampons there directly with her gloveless hands, Jack and Mike Taylor glanced at each other, and their hearts were suddenly in their hearts.

How many steps are there to process cotton and plastic sticks into a cotton swab? To be honest, Jack didn't know, but he knew that ordinary sterilization methods could kill bacteria, but they couldn't eliminate DNA residues.

Machines rumble, workers work non-stop, and even in New York on this winter day, the dilapidated and cramped factory building is in full swing.

As if he hadn't seen anything, Frank looked at his daughter Erin with a businesslike look, "Prosecutor, tell me about the situation at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office." ”

"I'm amazed that such a small workshop can win a government contract." Jack couldn't even bear to look at Mike Taylor's dark face.

This is also one of the daily cases in the FBI's New York office, and the number even exceeds that of ordinary criminal cases, but Jack is not interested in it, which not only involves energy and time, but also takes a long time, and the key is that most of the time no guns are used.

Coming to Frank Regan's office, Jack was surprised to see Erin Regan, who was also waiting outside the office, and roughly guessed the reason why the director was looking for him.

Mike Taylor isn't some kind of nerd in a lab, and even if he, like Frank Regan, isn't keen on politics and only wants to manage his own one-third of an acre, that doesn't stop him from knowing anything about it.

By the time Jack finally finished writing his report and officially handed over the black-eating drug dealer killer Marcya Vazquez to the federal prosecutor's office, it was three days after the time came, and the situation finally became clear.

Of course, this is just a euphemism, and he can't directly ask the boss of CSI's New York lab whether he will be affected.

"OK, but after this is over, I need to get out of New York for a few days and go to Virginia Beach." Jack wasn't a bargain for a vacation, he had serious things to do.

"It's not just that." Jack's hand waved in the air, the fluttering cotton fibers were clearly visible in the light, and some of the workers at other stations touched their faces and noses with their gloved hands from time to time, and he even heard someone sneezing, while everyone here was not wearing masks.

Employing minors and children, labor protection measures and fire protection measures are almost zero, as for the problem of residual DNA, it seems that it has become a small "problem", when this little broken workshop exploded in the sky Jack will not feel strange.

Frank breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go together, Jack was hired by me." ”

While they are afraid of criminals who may be re-released into society, they will subconsciously want to know who the "culprit" is who is responsible for all this.

The idea of finding a single DNA error has been in vain.

The FBI's New York office was not involved in this turmoil, after all, with someone's case-handling style, most criminals can't survive the moment of going to court, and as for a few cases, DNA will never be the only evidence of conviction, so this time the female boss's face is not bad.

Even if the head of White Tip Cotton had the courage to ask Mike Taylor, who had an NYPD badge, to show a search warrant, he could only stand aside when faced with Jack's FBI credentials, although he had realized something.

"We have resubmitted new evidence against the four inmates who have filed for retrial, and they will remain in custody without bail." Erin placed the thinner of the two folders in her hand on the desk in front of him.

Frank's originally slightly drooping eyelids jumped, and he said that it was good, but his eyes looked at the thicker document in her hand solemnly, "So what's the bad news?" ”

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