Chapter 103 Lover’s Tribulation (5)
John promptly added: "In fact, we have already visited that bank. There is a teller who is quite suspicious. Jack and I have almost identified him as the murderer on the spot. I suggest comparing the victims of the other three robberies and choosing Have you ever had contact with him during the Qian dynasty?"
Jack coughed lightly and inserted the fatal knife: "You can also call the forensic doctor. I found at the scene that the deceased had made defensive behavior at the time. There was the murderer's DNA in the fingernails. The teller we saw, the neck and arms There are obvious scratches on it, probably not caused by a cat.”
"In addition, we asked the security guard in the bank parking lot to eat a packet of biscuits, and he confirmed to us that the bank teller drove a blue Honda."
Detective Calderon's face turned red, he took the pile of information, said "I'll verify it", and ran away.
Angela excitedly high-fived the two in celebration.
The matter came to an end, and there were still more than two hours before getting off work. Jack took a few muffins from Lucy and returned to patrolling the streets with John.
The taste of this muffin is also good, a bit like a biscuit called "Dieffenbachia" that he had eaten when he was a child, combined with the taste of almond cake.
However, the busyness of Valentine's Day was not over yet. With less than an hour left before get off work, the call from the command center rang again.
"Police car 7-A-26, a home invasion and robbery occurred. A woman was locked in the bathroom and called the police to report that an intruder had broken into her home."
"Reply from 7-A-26, rushing to the scene." John picked up the walkie-talkie and replied.
Jack stuffed the remaining waffles into his mouth in one gulp, turned on the police lights skillfully, looked at the car behind him, then made a handsome drift, and turned around towards his destination amidst the exclamations of passers-by.
ten minutes later
"I almost choked to death." After drinking half a bottle of water, Jack regained his breath. Not daring to waste time, he got out of the car, pulled out the Glock, checked the magazine, and picked up the walkie-talkie to contact the command center again.
"7-A-26, we have arrived. Please tell the owner to stay in the bathroom and don't come out."
In fact, Jack is a little confused in his heart. This is the most abnormal thing in the world. As a low-level patrol officer, he can easily encounter major cases. If he has nothing to do, he will have a big scene full of bullets. He is now very good at shooting with a pistol. Be careful and get a headshot.
After all, he had been a police officer for more than half a year, and he only took two months of administrative leave for shooting. Everyone around him still looked like he was used to it. This was too unscientific.
Of course, it was time to shoot later, and the vacation was still very good. Now that he had a little money in his pocket, he was already ready to build a gun room in the small basement of his home.
Just like in that kind of Hollywood blockbuster, when you press the button, there will be a loud clicking sound, and the steel plate will rise, revealing all kinds of awesome guys in the glass cabinet.
Standing on both sides of the door, the two of them winked at each other. John raised his gun to cover, and Jack reached out and turned the door handle. With a click, the door opened. This was the most common bungalow in LA similar to a small villa.
There were seven or eight rooms in total, which were kept very clean. The two searched the rooms upstairs and downstairs, but found no signs of intrusion. They didn't even find any signs of being disturbed in the master bedroom.
The two looked at each other in confusion. Jack went to the bathroom next to the master bedroom, knocked on the door, and said loudly: "Police, we have checked the whole house. It is empty and safe. You can come out."
There was a rustling sound inside, and then the door was opened. Jack's eyes widened in surprise, and John's eyes wandered, not knowing where to look.
The charming young blond woman, wearing heavy makeup and a tight-fitting floral short dress with cutouts at the top and bottom, appeared in front of the two of them.
The young woman was arrogant and turned a blind eye to Jack beside her. She twisted her waist slightly, walked forward with cat steps, and put her hand on John's shoulder.
"Officer Nolan, you are here to rescue me again"
"How about I leave?" Jack put away his gun and stepped back quietly.
John was stunned and didn't know what to say. The Glock in his hand was inserted into the holster several times without success.
"There are still 7 minutes until get off work ends. It should be enough if you hurry up."
Jack turned around and wanted to escape, but was caught by John who reacted. This was no longer a matter of using a few boxes of cigars as hush money. He ran away. Even if the law enforcement recorder was turned on, the old rookie couldn't explain clearly.
After all, this is not a deserted interstate. If the highway police catch a big girl speeding, they can slap her on the hood and it will be all over.
John persuaded the eldest sister to come back to the living room and asked her to sit down.
"Your act of falsely calling the police has already violated the law!" Jack finally stopped playing the song "I should be under the car, not in the car" in his head and began to admonish him righteously.
Of course he had reason to be angry, not only because this eldest sister delayed him from getting off work, but her solid figure seriously hurt his young mind. What's more, this was the first time that he and John had a person together. Women are completely ignoring him like today!
"It's not a false alarm, I heard someone in the house." The young woman was still quibbling.
"Did it happen to be when Officer John was patrolling the area? I bet if I checked your phone right now, I would find an app that scanned the patrol status of the patrol officer."
"You were waiting for the opportunity to pick up the phone and call the police when you found us nearby."
Jack didn't know that there was such an APP in the United States before, or he accidentally learned the information when he was formulating a trap plan when he provoked the [Southern Front] last time.
Now is the time for good cop and bad cop. He actively chose to be a bad cop. He must let this woman know the seriousness of the matter, otherwise John will face endless harassment in the future. Old straight man Tim is very good at this kind of thing. Everyone has heard him talk about his experience.
Seeing that the young woman lowered her head and remained silent, John's good-natured character came online again. His eyes had been scanning the living room for a week and he had roughly guessed the situation.
"Let me talk to her."
Jack nodded and took the initiative to step aside. He didn't want to make things too difficult for this woman.
On the pile of things and photos placed against the wall on the fireplace, I saw it when I entered the house to search just now. Above it was a Stars and Stripes banner folded into a triangle and mounted in a wooden frame, as well as several medals.
The photo showed an Army soldier posing with the woman.
"That's your husband?" John looked away from the fireplace.
"Yes." The blond young woman's expression darkened.
"Killed on the battlefield?" John continued to ask.
The blond young woman nodded, "It was just a year ago, and I have been living in a haze since then until today."