"There are no boxes."

Sumner and Erin searched carefully again, and then walked out together.

Erin spread her hands and continued:

"There's no money either."

"There's no doubt about it, the guys behind those things won't miss it." Hank patted Antonio on the shoulder: "Tell the people in the forensic room to come and collect this Mr. Columbia's fingerprints." ”

"Hopefully we'll be lucky enough to find him and preferably have a criminal record."

"Okay."

Antonio nodded, raised his hand and pressed the walkie-talkie, not only to notify the forensic room, but also to contact the patrol and ambulance.

But what Hank had hoped for, no one else had much hope for.

The number of people registered in the criminal system is only a minority.

More people, not recorded.

There was a flash of light in the room, and Ethan was holding his mobile phone and taking pictures of the corpses in the house and the entire murder scene.

Waiting for the forensic room to come and collect information, in addition to going through the process, it will take a while.

It's better to do it yourself, and some things don't need to be too rigorous.

Send all the photos taken to Jean, and the bloody photos are constantly transmitted, and people who don't know see them and think he's a psychopathic murderer.

At one point, Fiona spotted him looking at a photograph and glanced at him curiously.

As Ethan flipped through the photo for a while, she ran to the toilet and almost threw up her overnight meal.

Since then, she has stayed away from Ethan's phone.

The patrol soon arrived, cooperated with them to collect evidence at the scene, and the matter was almost settled, and the people of BFIPU clapped their hands and returned to the police station, leaving it to the other departments to deal with the aftermath.

I thought it was a fierce battle, but I didn't expect it to become a cleaner, and everyone was a little annoyed.

Back on the second floor, Jean was busy in front of the whiteboard.

On top of that, there are already dense patches of photos.

Perko's photo has been replaced with a recent one, and his face is burned to the ground.

There are already eleven dead people here, and the photos are neatly arranged together, all of them are so horrific that people feel terrified when they see them, like a wall of death.

"Got it, Director."

Inside the sheriff's office, Hank coped with a few words and hung up the earpiece.

"The commissioner told me that this is Chicago, not Bogotá." Hank walked out of the office with a calm face: "Do you know what that means?" ”

"What it means is that we can't let these Colombians do whatever they want here."

As the crowd fell silent, Horstead and Rusek walked up to the second floor.

When Rusek saw the photo on the whiteboard, he couldn't help but slow down: "Damn, this is a massacre." ”

"Hey."

Olinski tossed the bag of evidence to Jean: "I got my phone before everything on Perko was burned, you can see what you find." ”

"Okay."

Jean picked up his phone and walked briskly downstairs.

Olinsky still had a black smear on his face, and some of his beard had been burned off.

He took some personal items out of his tattered coat, threw his clothes into the trash, picked up the cup, and gulped down the water.

Rusek, who was on the side, also had some of his hair burned.

It looks very embarrassing, and on their side, the scene is probably not good.

"Based on the current situation, let me say what I think." Antonio gathered up the case file in his hand and decided to clear his mind.

"As the manager of the bank's vault, Perco knew that a large sum of cash would come over."

"So he called the people he knew before, the second and third associations, and they should cooperate with the outside and rob the money to make himself directly financially free."

"There was a small episode here, and I don't know how, their actions made the Colombians known."

"Next, it's the Colombians who rob them."

"At the same time, all the people, including Perco, were exterminated by the Colombians."

Everyone nodded, and that's probably what happened.

"Now our goal has completely shifted to finding these Colombians." Hank cupped his chin and furrowed his eyebrows: "It's just that Perko's people are all dead, and we don't have any clues to track down." ”

"That's right." Antonio rubbed his temples: "These people are too simple. ”

"I probably remember the side of the homeless man's face."

Rusek clapped his fists: "Find a puzzle expert, or sketch expert for me, and I should be able to regain my six or seven growth appearance." ”

"No problem."

Hank pointed at Olinsky: "Arrange it for him immediately." ”

Now, as long as there is any possibility, we must pursue it.

"Wait, there's still one person who hasn't died." Ethan snapped his fingers and strode to the whiteboard, he picked up the pen and kept tapping his head:

"What's the name of that guy Jean said yesterday?"

"It's the guy who went to the juvenile detention center with Perko, went to prison later, and is still serving his sentence."

"Dominic!" Erin reminded him.

"That's right."

Ethan wrote the name on the board: "According to Jean, Perco has not had a criminal record since he came out of the juvenile detention center. ”

"Work and life are no different from ordinary people."

"In his case, he must have left his old gang life."

"Two or three hands-on people, he didn't look for them." Ethan put down the pen, put his hands on his waist, and said with certainty:

"Even if he had a chance to make a fortune, he wouldn't find anyone to do the dirty work."

"This is a lot of money, and the risk is not small, others can't trust him, and he can't trust others."

"In the middle of this, someone needs to help him match."

"In other words, is it possible that Perco contacted his good friend Dominic and asked Dominic to help find someone he could trust in the second or third meeting to do."

As soon as this link was explained, everyone reacted.

They nodded again and again, the people of the second and third guilds would not do this kind of thing with a person who had been out of the gang for a long time for no reason.

This is not a trivial matter, and there must be a guarantor in the middle.

And that Dominic is undoubtedly the first choice of the middleman, so he will definitely be very clear about what happened and planned.

"Hmm!"

Hearing this, Hank nodded hurriedly: "Your inference is very reasonable. ”

"We can scam Dominic, and if your guess is correct, maybe there is Colombian news about him."

"Everyone."

Jean quickly ran upstairs and interrupted them: "I found the anomalous number, there are eleven call logs, all from the other side, maybe it is Pelko's accomplice. ”

"Contact the judge." Hank's hoarse voice rang out: "Apply for a search warrant for the content of the call on this number." ”

"Also, the Dominic you mentioned yesterday, in which prison is he serving?"

"A search warrant is pending, as for the answer to your second question." Jean tossed his phone to Antonio on the side: "The call is from Stettville Jail. ”

"The Dominic you mentioned is serving his sentence in this prison."

Hearing this, Hank's eyes lit up.

He quickly gave the order: "Antonio cooperated with Jean in applying for a search warrant, I need to know what the two of them talked about." ”

"Rusek, do the character puzzle."

"Ethan, let's take a trip."

"The others, investigate all the surveillance near the place of the crime in the morning, as well as the killer who pretended to be a homeless man, and the surveillance of the direction in which he fled, also have to find a way to find it."

Ethan took a sip of coffee and hurried out of the police station with Hank.

(End of chapter)