Chapter 332 Becoming more and more unscrupulous
It was close to 9 o'clock in the evening when Jack saw Hank Boyt again. The old sheriff returned to the intelligence team's office smelling of alcohol.
Seeing that the office was brightly lit and everyone in the BAU was still busy with their heads down, he was stunned for a moment, "Don't you FBI guys need a break?"
"We have just talked with all the victim's family members, but nothing much has been gained. Red and Jack are still sorting out information from the surrounding areas. Although we have done some screening, the number of suspicious people still reaches 713."
Hotchner said helplessly.
"Oh, that's really a big project." Hank Boyt's words were somewhat ridiculing.
"So where are you?" Rossi asked from the side, not wanting to suffer, even verbally.
Hank Boyt looked a little helpless, "Evan and Antonio let out some rumors through their informants, but they haven't received any news yet."
"I went to the nearby territory belonging to the two gangs BPS (Black P. Stone) and GD (Gangster Disciple) and talked with their bosses respectively. However, they have been fighting fiercely recently, and the people below should not have time to do so. This kind of thing."
"There are also rumors that there are several small gangs under MC (Mickey Cobras) that have been active in the neighborhood recently. They pay attention to fashion, dress well and like to be clean. They like to recruit teenagers from middle-class families."
Rossi shook his head, "You have also seen the scene. It is not like what adolescents would do. It is cruel, but usually more chaotic."
Hank Boyt pursed his lips. It was obvious that he didn't care much about the initial profile of the BAU team.
"Who knows, maybe an adult took the lead and led a few teenagers to do it."
Then his eyes fell on the long table and the new big screen at the end of the room, with a surprised expression.
"Wow, how did you do it? Chief Platt is so easy to talk to now?"
Sergeant Trudy Pratt, downstairs from the intelligence team, the front desk sergeant of the 21st Precinct to which they belong, and the housekeeper of the entire police station.
A arrogant and arrogant old woman in her 50s and 60s, with a sharp tongue, even Jiejie, who was always good at socializing with others, had a soft spot in front of her, so she had the shabby desk and the LCD monitor with a broken corner.
Rosie seemed to be reminded by him, raised her wrist and looked at the time, "I almost forgot, I promised Chief Pratt to have a drink with her after she got off work."
Jack suppressed a smile and looked at each other. It was the two of them who encouraged Rosie to have a little "male sex".
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The next day's work did not go well. The BAU team worked hard for another day, but found nothing. As expected, the suspect did not seem to care about his identity being exposed.
There is a lot of physical evidence at the scene, but there is no surveillance. This is also a major feature of this country. Even in public areas, there are few surveillance cameras and they are often vandalized.
The DNA test also yielded no results. The FBI's crime laboratory in Chicago only took 12 hours to complete the extraction and comparison. However, the entire federal criminal database was searched and no corresponding suspect was found.
Everyone knows that these guys who seem to appear suddenly overnight will be caught sooner or later, but time is not on the police's side. They must stop these people before they cause more damage.
Hank Boyt's mood became a little irritable. He and his men received a lot of messy information, and none of them was relevant after sifting through it.
This is also a drawback of street informants. It seems that it can make the police's work easier and keep abreast of street trends. However, sometimes in order to obtain bonuses, they will also randomly provide some specious rumors, which is a great test for these police detectives. ability.
These brutal thugs disappeared into the surrounding areas like fish into the sea without a trace, leaving people with the feeling that they had no way to start.
On the morning of the third day, before six o'clock, Jack had just woken up in the hotel room and was lying on the bed, flipping through a forensic medicine monograph, when the clean cell phone next to him suddenly rang.
The call came from Erin Lindsay, and another murder occurred in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant.
It only took an hour for the BAU team members who received the notification to arrive at the scene. As soon as Jack got out of the car, he saw Erin Lindsay standing outside the warning zone with a look of intolerance.
"Go in yourselves, Boyt is inside."
On the ground next to a cheap Fiat car, two bodies were covered with white cloth, and Hank Boyt stood next to them with a solemn face.
"Are there any witnesses?" Hotchner, who was walking at the front, asked.
"No, it's right in the middle of this damn parking lot, blocked by other cars." Detective Boyt's voice became hoarse, and he looked quite angry.
"Surveillance video?" Jiejie looked around.
"There's only one camera on the door outside the restaurant, so it's of little use." Detective Boyt casually pointed towards the fast food restaurant not far away.
Rossi asked, "Who found the body?"
"The manager of the fast food restaurant, that lady over there, she opens the door in the morning, and the breakfast here is good. Damn, I even bought a chicken sandwich here."
Alvin Olinsky, who was next to Detective Boyte, said, his expression even uglier than that of Boyette.
"Has the identity of the victim been found?" Reid asked from the side.
Boyette pointed to the body on the left and said, "Based on the driver's license, this one is a waitress at a fast food restaurant named Jessica Miller."
"Next to her is probably her boyfriend, Doug Taylor, who came to pick her up from the night shift."
"Maybe?" Hearing him say this, Jack already had an idea.
There was a pause in the movement of his hand, and he stopped with his right hand that was about to lift the white cloth on the ground. He turned back to look at Jiejie and said, "Jiejie, why don't you go talk to the manager."
Although she had seen photos of the scene, the real scene and the photos were completely different things, and there was no need for her to experience such a visual impact.
After Jiejie left, Jack lifted the white cloth, and two unrecognizable corpses appeared in front of everyone. Instead of corpses, they could even be described as rotten meat. The gender could only be determined by the clothes the corpses were wearing.
Emily couldn't bear to look away and looked away. Only Red squatted next to Jack, checking the condition of the body with him.
In addition to being hit so hard on the face that the facial features were completely indistinguishable, other parts of the two bodies were severely beaten, all of which were blunt force injuries.
There were very serious injuries on the limbs, chest, abdomen, and even back. The cause of death was very intuitive, and he was beaten to death.
"They are becoming more and more unscrupulous and starting to kill people in public places." Rhett sighed.