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"The deceased's name is Moodley Youngs. She was 68 years old. She was an old woman living alone." The young police detective led the two people into the house.
"We found 17 sets of fingerprints in the house, most of which belonged to homeless people. According to neighbors, as long as they helped this kind old woman with housework or taking care of the yard, she would provide them with food and accommodation. "
At this time, Jack's cell phone rang. It was Emily calling. Another murder occurred in Rockford. Hotchner, Reid and Emily were rushing to the scene.
According to the local police detectives who were first on the scene, the modus operandi was consistent with the suspect they were tracking.
After hanging up the phone, Jack was about to re-enter the house when he found a mark carved with a sharp instrument on the trunk of a cherry tree outside the house.
“Hey man, what direction is the nearby railroad?”
The young police detective poked his head out of the house, "You can see it if you walk along this road in that direction."
Jack and Rosie reported what Emily had just said on the phone, then tilted their heads in the direction the young detective pointed, and poked the mark on the tree with their fingers.
"Would you like to take a look over there? I think we can find another homeless camp."
The three of them walked along the path for less than fifteen minutes, and sure enough, they found an uninhabited camp under the bridge opening of a railway bridge.
"Remember this?" Rosie said to Jack, pointing to an inverted cross with an eye on each side.
"This means the surrounding area is safe, right? There are no police around, right?" Jack recalled the "knowledge" he had learned from those "Bos" before.
"How do you know the meaning of these marks?" The young police detective was confused.
Rosie and Jack smiled at each other, "In exchange for some alcohol, tobacco and a meal of curry."
"Look here." Jack found a drawing of a cat with an address written underneath.
"No. 718 Maple Street, the address of the victim's home just now." The young police detective's eyes lit up.
“The cat represents the friendly old lady, and there’s a ‘T’ here, which means you’ll get room and board if you work for her.”
After listening to Jack's explanation, the young police detective suddenly realized, "So even a stranger who has just arrived here can know through these codes that Moodley Youngs' house is open to homeless people."
At this time, Jack's phone rang again, and it was still Emily on the other side of the phone.
"We have just seen the scene. The murderer's modus operandi is the same as before, and he once again covered the male victim with his clothes, but this time the deceased was a Latino couple."
"Not only that, he also left a newspaper next to the body, which contained media reports on the murder case in Modesto, with the title 'Highway 99 Killer' written on the title." Reid added over the phone.
Rossi's face became serious, "The murderer doesn't care about the race of the victim, and he is still laughing at us. He thinks we have mistaken the way he travels around."
"Challenging the police shows that he has a tendency to self-destruct, but it also means that his way of committing crimes will become more and more crazy. Maybe tonight, 'Goldilocks' will sleep in a family's bed again." Emily said.
Another call came in, this time from Jiejie who was staying at the Sacramento Police Station. Jack simply switched to a three-way call.
"Modesto police discovered that the jewelry stolen by the suspect from the victim's home in Sacramento appeared in a pawn shop in Modesto. A surveillance screenshot was just sent to your mailbox.
The pawn shop clerk said he was about five feet eight inches (173 centimeters) tall, thin, under 40 years old, Latino, and had a red rash around his mouth that matched our profile. "
Jack opened the mailbox directly with his mobile phone. The photo showed a man wearing a peaked cap, covering half of his face.
After hanging up the phone, he called Garcia again, "Beautiful girl, has there been any result from the previous investigation into the suspect's movement patterns?"
"Yes." Garcia's lazy voice came over the phone, looking unmotivated.
"Your previous guess was correct. Whenever the suspect committed a crime somewhere, it was during the harvest season of local crops, such as apples from Tehachapi, tomatoes from Bakersfield, and pumpkins from Fresno. .
That lovely Agent Banner is working with ICE people to compile lists of temporary employees for large farms in cities and towns, as well as temporary mobile farmer camps subsidized by the state government. The conditions in those temporary camps are pretty good, but strict check-in requirements are required. Registration procedures.
Once these lists are obtained, I can track the floating population, and the results should be available soon. "
"Very good, Garcia. It seems that we will soon be able to confirm the identity of the suspect and figure out his activity pattern. No need to be so listless. I have already finished my work during this period. I will fill up the refrigerator in the office for you when I get back. .”
After chatting with Garcia for a while, Jiejie called again.
She and Jane Banner were preparing to meet with a temporary camp manager and an ICE official at an apple orchard farm not far from where they were. Hotchner and the three were already on the way.
After another long journey, in the afternoon, everyone in the BAU met first, and then under the guidance of Jane Banner, they met an ICE officer with Indian ancestry near the farm.
The ICE official introduced himself as Sisa, and after some pleasantries, Jiejie handed over an enlarged photo of the suspect.
"This photo will appear on the headlines of major media tomorrow. Do you have any impression of this person?"
"It's hard to say." Xisa frowned, and after looking at the photo carefully, handed it back to Jiejie.
"Have there been any complaints at any of the camps you run?" Reid asked.
"The suspect is mentally unstable, irritable and aggressive, prone to trouble, and obsessed with cheap drugs."
Sisa shook his head, "The management of the camp is very strict, adhering to the 'no tolerance principle'. It is similar to those shelters in big cities. Once someone is found to have the habit of drinking, let alone drug addicts, they will be expelled, let alone allow any Violence occurs.”
"So who have you expelled recently?" Jane asked.
A wry smile appeared on Sisa's face, "In fact, because the beds in the camp are far from enough to meet the demand, we often have to expel some people who make small mistakes."
The meeting with the ICE official was not fruitless, but it was not very helpful. Considering that he and his few colleagues managed nearly a million migrant workers from Laos, everyone could only understand this.