Chapter 903 Torture
After sending Cassel off to bed to refresh himself, Jack ate some sandwiches and called Jubal to catch up on the progress of the investigation.
"The CSIs found Roger Hansen's fingerprints inside the van and they tore through almost the entire van looking for clues. The van had been stolen a week earlier and had been modified with the seats removed and reinforced. power.
And they confirmed that the blood stains in the car belonged to the driver. However, because this was an old car, there were hundreds of fingerprints found. They are still comparing them one by one, hoping to find something.
In addition, I issued a nationwide announcement to inform all hospitals to pay attention to gunshot wound patients, hoping that they would be discovered. "
Jack thanked Jubal and also asked him to hurry up and go to bed, leaving the rest of the work to him.
Not only did he and Jubal take turns, but everyone else also took turns taking breaks. This was the most efficient way before major progress was made.
Jack opened his computer and searched in the criminal database. He quickly found out and picked up the phone to call Stella Bonacilla.
Seeing a smile on his face after making several phone calls, Brian, who had just washed his face in the bathroom, quickly asked, "Did you find anything?"
Jack handed him a Sig Sauer P320-XTen that was used by the Most Wanted Criminal Team, "The driver's identity was found, and I retrieved the information of all associates who had shared criminal experiences with Roger Hansen.
It was discovered that in a bank robbery, a guy named Douglas Stevenson had been the driver of the getaway car for him, and he owned a car repair shop of his own.
The CSI laboratory just used this guy's fingerprints for a reverse comparison and confirmed that it matched one of them. Moreover, because this guy had been in prison, his blood type was recorded in the prison record, which was type B blood. "
"Do you know his whereabouts?" Brian checked the pistol Jack handed him, stuffed it into his lower back, and asked murderously.
Jack shrugged, "Maybe, he has a sister who is a nurse, and coincidentally, she happened to be on sick leave today."
"So you want me to go with you?" Brian's eyes became a little dangerous.
"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to waste time on applying for a search warrant, but it's not very in line with the rules, so I won't bother the NYPD and my colleagues."
Jack always had a harmless smile on his face when he said these words.
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"I thought you would just break in." Standing outside an apartment door, watching Jack take out the lockpicking tools, Brian was quite impatient.
"Although I really don't care much about complaints, you have to think about Detective Beckett's career." Jack tilted his head slightly to Beckett beside him. His movements were not affected at all, and he fiddled with the door lock in a few clicks, and then Opened the door.
Originally, he only wanted to bring Brian here, and told Beckett that he just wanted her to help look after Cassel, who was still sleeping. However, she insisted on coming, and had no choice but to ask Jiejie to help look after him.
"You are..." A young woman was eating potato chips and watching TV in the living room. When she saw a few people suddenly barging in, she was about to scream.
Jack was quick-sighted, and he went up and knocked her down with a palm strike. Beckett was slightly stunned and whispered, "Is this what you mean by thinking about my career?"
"Of course, an unknown gangster attempted to break into a house and attacked the owner of the house. He was frightened away by an NYPD detective who happened to be passing by. As a result, he accidentally discovered the suspect hiding in the room. What do you think of this story?"
As Jack spoke, he pushed open the bedroom door inside and pointed the Sig Sauer in his hand at a man who heard the noise and was struggling to get out of bed.
"Douglas Stevenson, you are under arrest."
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"Where did you send the three kidnapped girls? Where is your partner Roger Hansen? Who hired you?"
Beckett put his hands in his pockets and looked coldly at the man with a bandage on his shoulder, trying to look indifferent.
"I have nothing to say." Douglas even smiled.
"So are you willing to bear all the charges alone? You killed a man with your car and were charged with triple kidnapping. Do you know how many years you will be in jail?
Tell me where those three girls are and I will intercede for you in front of the judge. "Beckett said coldly.
"I want to see a lawyer, and remember to call an ambulance for me." Douglas turned his head and said he didn't want to talk nonsense.
"You are wasting your time." Brian said dissatisfiedly, holding a bottle of "Mr. Mighty" he found in the bathroom.
Jack spread his hands and expressed helplessness, "There has to be a process, right?"
After the meaningless conversation went on for a few more minutes, he finally didn't want to wait any longer, raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Kate, it's our turn."
Kate Beckett looked back at the two of them, and left the bedroom with a dark face without looking back. Jack made a gesture of invitation to Brian, followed by himself and closed the door.
Seeing the two people's behavior, Douglas became obviously nervous and subconsciously straightened up on the bed.
"I have the right to remain silent. You have no right to interrogate me after I said I don't want to talk. I won't say anything without a lawyer present."
"I'm not a policeman." Brian said concisely, put "Mr. Mighty" on the table, and took out a vise from his pocket.
"Uh, I'm from the FBI, but I'm suffering from an emergency called 'intermittent blindness' today. If necessary, I can ask the doctor to give you a certificate later."
Jack leaned against the cabinet at the corner of the bed with an expectant look on his face. He had only seen water torture by the CIA before, and from Brian's posture, it was obviously another interrogation method he had never seen before.
"Who are you?" Douglas' face, which was already pale due to excessive blood loss, turned pale in an instant. Just as he was about to dodge, Brian grabbed the wound on his shoulder.
"Ah!" With his scream, the bandage that had only a little blood seeping out was immediately stained red. Brian used so much force that he even directly put his finger into the wound.
"I'm going to sue you, sue both of you." Douglas jumped on the bed like a live fish pulled out of water, kicking his legs desperately, but Brian held him down with just one hand.
"Pray that you can go to jail alive first." Seeing that this guy still didn't understand the situation, Jack pulled the corner of his mouth and showed an extremely cruel smile.
"Ah! God! Ah! Stop! Ah!!!"
Listening to the shrill screams coming from the house, Beckett was quite restless. He didn't sympathize with the criminal's experience, but was simply worried about what to do if the woman who was knocked unconscious by Jack on the sofa woke up.
Less than 5 minutes later, the bedroom door was opened again. Jack, holding a mobile phone, nodded slightly at her, indicating that it was done.
Beckett looked into the bedroom with some curiosity, and saw Douglas holding his left hand and screaming in pain on the bed.
Two pieces of his left fingernails were pulled out, and the dripping on them was not blood, but the dark blue "Mr. Mighty" toilet cleaner.
At this time, Jack's phone was connected, and he said as he walked, "Ma'am, it's me. The address is a farm next to Highway 301, less than 100 kilometers away from here. I need a SWAT team."