This guy's acting skills are not ordinarily good, Jack actually saw a little curiosity in Pete DeLeon's eyes, and he looked like an innocent person than Kenneth Sigby, who opened a café before.

If it weren't for the conclusive basic evidence at this moment, even he would have thought that this guy was really innocent.

"Remember this guy?" Jubal pulled out a picture and put it in front of him, "Kerry McMay, at that time he was not addicted to drugs, but just a young man who had just reached the age of 20, warm-hearted and kind and willing to give, wanted to help your unfortunate sick child. ”

Considering that bone marrow donation is much riskier than blood donation, and that local anesthesia is required during the process, it's hard not to suspect that there is a connection between Kerry McMue because of his drug addiction.

In a large eastern country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, most healthy people have never been exposed to narcotic drugs in their lifetime, even if a considerable proportion of people are born with a physical sensitivity to such things, and the closest medicine that can be obtained through general channels is some cough syrup.

In Laomei, when a person has experienced the feeling brought by narcotic drugs, driven by curiosity, it is as easy as going out to buy a pack of cigarettes to get a similar drug and experience it again.

Of course, this was just Jack's unsubstantiated speculation, and while the conversation continued in the interrogation room, Aubrey was showing Pitt de Leon the document that Jack had printed out of CSI and brought back.

"It's this bone marrow transplant that gives you Kerry McMei's DNA, a phenomenon called gene mosaicism, and it's a gradual process.

Three years ago, it was your first time committing a crime, and you don't have any experience yet, right? You left your own semen in the victim's body, but the DNA test told us that the killer was Kerry McMay, and he ended up in jail. ”

Jubal put a photo of the victim in front of him, "Remember her?" Casey Seaton, Kerry McMay were convicted of killing her. ”

Pete de Leon opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Jubal threw out four more photos of the victims, "If you stop from here, we may never find a problem."

But you can't help it, you haven't committed a crime for three years, just because you injured your back at work before, and it's been hard to endure for three years, right? ”

Jubal tapped his finger on the photos, "You must have known the news of McMay's imprisonment and knew that you had escaped by chance, so you learned your lesson and became more cautious and careful after your injuries improved."

You thought of tying the corpse to a heavy object and sinking it into the lake, and even disposing of the clothes and cleaning the marks on the corpse beforehand, because you knew you couldn't make any more mistakes. ”

"But you don't know, in addition to your blood and semen, the cells on your skin are also gradually occupied by McMay's DNA, and we still found DNA evidence.

Dragging a corpse through the woods in the middle of the night must be tough for you with a back injury, right? Or maybe the sound of the garter snake scares you and makes you rush to the creek and leave your body and run away. ”

Jubal's voice was emotionless, but every word that came out of his mouth hit Pete de Leon's heart like a hammer.

He struggled to keep the smile on his face, but his eyes were full of panic, for every guess Jubal had made as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"We found the exact same DNA as we did three years ago, but McMae has been in prison and there's no way he's going to kill these women, so there's only one person in the world who could do that, and that's you."

Jubal finished speaking, propping his hands on the table, his eyes fixed on Pete de Leon's eyes.

After a moment of silence, Pete de Leon's face was smiling again, "This is ridiculous, I don't understand what you're talking about, why am I killing these women." ”

Aubrey sat down across from him, picked up a piece of paper, and read expressionlessly, "Your father has been arrested for physical assault and domestic violence on several occasions, and according to this police report, he beat your mother to the point of a coma in front of you when you were ten years old.

Among the police exhibits was a roll of wire No. 14, the restraint that bound your mother at the time, and as we spoke, there was a psychiatrist next door watching all of this, who could connect the two in a whole bunch of jargon. ”

The smile faded from Pete de Leon's face, and the words that came out of his mouth became stammering, "I didn't. Never killed anyone, I won't, I can't anyway, it's all.

I mean, you're slandering, it's too offensive, and that's it, I think I need to."

There was a knock on the door of the interrogation room, and Jiejie and Hannah walked in.

Hannah held an exhibit bag in her hand, "I think you need to look at these and call a lawyer, we just searched your apartment and found these." With that, she handed the bag to Jubal.

"There are five rings in there, and I haven't had time to identify them yet, but four of them have the same wedding date on them as the four deceased, and one has the last name engraved on them, Sidon."

"Casey Seaton, your first victim." Jubal threw the bag in front of Pete de Leon, his voice chilling.

The evidence was conclusive, and it didn't matter whether Pete de Leon confessed or not, and as soon as he left the interrogation room, Jubal couldn't wait to contact the prosecutor.

Not to prosecute that guy in the first place, but to overturn the case for Kerry McMay, the judicial process takes time, especially when it comes to retrying such old cases.

It will be at least a few weeks before McMay get out of prison, but the outcome has been determined, and whether he will sue or negotiate some compensation is another story.

The next night, Jack officially opened the kitchen in his new office, cooked a few good dishes, and a group of F.B.I. and two NYPD detectives, plus a well-known writer and his daughter, got together for a small celebration party.

Obrey, a wealthy man who is also worth no less than Kassel, does not match his identity in terms of food appearance and food consumption, and most people stay away from the preserved egg tofu He killed half of the plate alone, which greatly satisfied someone's vanity as a chef.

Jubal looked at the slightly cloudy liquid in the cup with a sad face, and the faint smell of alcohol in it made him feel a little upset.

This is Jack's own hand-made mash, steamed glutinous rice fermented with a little osmanthus flavor and then simply filtered, the remaining solid part is the wine, as a dessert after the meal osmanthus wine stuffed dumplings are very popular with these old beauties.

And as a by-product of brewing, these sweet rice wines with a hint of osmanthus flavor in the cup have become someone's test.

"Rest assured, the alcohol content here is not even 1%, and you won't find anything like it in New York except for me."

This is really not Jack's bragging, you can indeed find wine-stuffed balls in Chinese restaurants, but this sweet rice wine will be sour if the shelf life is not more than two days, and I have never seen anyone deliberately sell it.

"I'm most glad that it didn't ruin my partner's career." Jubal hesitated, took a sip from his glass, and smacked his lips to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had let go of a knot in his heart.

"You know what? When I saw McMae again in prison today, he cried and said thank you, saying that he never thought that it would be me who would come to save him. ”

Jack shrugged and gave Obrey a chunk of rock candy elbow, and it was a great feeling to feed this guy, like pouring the pigsty trough with the front foot and licking the inside of the back foot clean.

"On the bright side, he's been able to get rid of drug addiction after at least three years in prison, isn't he?" Jack resisted the urge to pat the pig's head, trying to ease Jubal's guilt from a different angle.

(End of chapter)