Chapter 995: Still in Hawaii (V)
They were busy from last night until noon the next day, and everyone returned to the "Five-O" base to meet and summarize the clues they had so far.
Kono had been busy in front of the computer, and Cheng Hao was standing next to him. The two of them didn't realize that they were hungry until they saw the takeaway brought back by Jack and Danny.
"The medicines you found in Palmer's room are indeed not smallpox. The CDC has confirmed it. The label on the medicine bottle is consistent with the contents. It is called 'Cyclotriptine', a new drug that is still being tested."
"So the needle holes in Palmer's body were actually caused by the injection of this new drug?" Jack asked.
Cheng Hao's expression was a little confused, "But I just contacted Max before you came back, and he said that no trace of this drug was found in the tissue samples. If this is the case, his theory that smallpox came from injection is still valid. "
"We at least know why a person who has no normal income and can only rely on a meager military pension and disability allowance can live in a place like the 'Splash Hotel' for a long time."
Jack handed a piece of fried rice noodles to Kono. As expected, good food still has to be found in inconspicuous places. When he bought chicken yesterday, the food stall recommended to him by the enthusiastic boss was quite good.
He even found a pretty authentic pancake shop nearby. To be honest, when he saw a white girl skillfully spreading pancakes there, he felt like a major national secret had been stolen.
Kono took the takeout box and used chopsticks skillfully, "You said you are a clinical trial person, right? We thought of it together, so I just contacted Statim Biopharmaceutical Company.
They admitted that there was indeed an ongoing clinical trial on Oahu, but because it was a double-blind trial, they did not know the exact identities of the participants until it was completed. "
"They should have a branch on the island or something? The list must be in the hands of the person in charge." Jack opened the plastic bag and took a bite of the fragrant pancake fruit.
On the way back, he and Danny had already killed one each. Both of them spoke highly of the beautiful white girl spreading pancakes, both in terms of skills and appearance.
"Yes, that's right. I contacted their local office. The person responsible for recruiting volunteers is a project manager named Ken Tanner, but we couldn't contact him. The people in his office said he didn't go to work today."
"So?" Danny drawled, waiting for the next step.
"Before you came back, I was planning to notify HPD to go to his house, but now that you are back." Kono opened his phone and pressed twice, "The address has been sent to you."
Danny heard his phone ringing to indicate that he had received a text message. He was about to pick up his car keys and go out again when he saw Kono finish the remaining fried rice noodles in two or three mouthfuls and pick up his car keys in the same way. The posture of planning to go out.
"Jack and I are enough, right?" He was a little strange.
Kono shook the key in his hand, "The crime laboratory just found the positioning signal through the mobile phone number of the deceased Palmer. It is located in the direction of the pier. I plan to go over and have a look."
"Remember to take personal protection." Jack handed her a pack of masks and rubber gloves.
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20 minutes later, at the door of a house, Danny knocked on the door for a long time but could not hear any movement from the room. He turned to Jack with a helpless expression.
"To be honest, I have a bad feeling."
Jack pulled out his pistol, listened carefully, and discovered something. However, the noise came not from the room, but from the garage nearby.
"Did you hear the car's engine?"
Danny suddenly became nervous and quickly pulled out his pistol, "You mean he wants to escape?"
Jack shook his head, "Probably not. This sound must have been ringing for a while, and it has been idling."
Danny carefully went to the small window next to the garage and looked in. He saw that it was completely smoky, but he could still vaguely see what seemed to be someone.
"He's inside! Open the door quickly!"
The two of them quickly walked around to the front door of the garage. Jack found a crowbar from the garden and opened the garage door. An indescribable smell of car exhaust filled the entire garage.
Danny rushed into the garage regardless of his own safety and dragged Ken Tanner out of the car with Jack's help. Unfortunately, the fat middle-aged man was already cold at the moment.
"It has been dead for at least four or five hours." Jack briefly inspected the body and estimated the approximate time of death, which was around seven or eight o'clock this morning.
"Suicide? Out of conscience?" Danny speculated that he didn't even believe.
Jack lifted the corpse's head and showed him a large piece of bloody flesh on the back of the head. "Obviously not. The cause of death was skull injury. This was an extremely poorly arranged fake suicide scene."
Danny sighed and took off his gloves, took out his cell phone and called HPD, "I'll notify someone to cordon off the scene."
Before he ended the call, Kono's call came in. She found Brian Palmer's cell phone and a large bag of clothes on a seaside viewing platform not far from a yacht pier.
The girl was very frightened because the plastic bag containing the mobile phone and the clothes had a scary biochemical pollution symbol printed on it.
Fortunately, she listened to Jack's reminder and put on a mask and gloves, otherwise she would have been pulled into quarantine by the CDC at some point.
The clothes and cell phones have now been sent to the only crime lab on the island for inspection, while Jack and Danny searched Ken Tanner's house briefly, but unfortunately found nothing. Neither the computer nor the cell phone was found.
"I have a feeling that this case won't be complicated, but it will definitely be quite a headache." Jack sighed as he watched the forensic personnel take fingerprints from the door handles of Ken Tanner's house and even the car keys.
"What do you mean?" Danny was puzzled.
"What does all this in front of us, and the rough suicide scene arrangement in the garage, show?" Jack asked instead of answering.
As an experienced old detective, Danny understood what he meant after a little hesitation, "The murderer is not trying to cover up the truth, but to delay time."
"Yes, what they are doing is just trying to delay our investigation as much as possible, which means that no matter what they want to do, it is almost done."
Jack likes the clever plot designs in American TV series, which naturally make the audience fall into a tense sense of expectation.
But when he was in the situation, the experience was not pleasant.
Once the hemorrhagic smallpox virus with a mortality rate of 97% spread on the island, he was really powerless except for protecting a few people around him.
The CDC and the military did have enough vaccine reserves, but if the authorities wanted to make up their minds to vaccinate all residents on the island immediately, they had to at least come up with enough convincing evidence to put in front of the governor.