Chapter 1102 Strange Cause of Death
"Please, Jack is just trying to scare you. Alexis is probably just in love." Beckett also smiled and "comforted" someone.
"In love?" Cassel was indeed relieved, but the turn that someone expected did not happen.
"So you don't mind Alexis dating before entering college?" Jack was surprised.
Cassel's expression was even more surprised than Jack's. "Why should I mind? Isn't it the best experience in life to enjoy a sweet and sour relationship at her age?
When did I become that old-fashioned thing in your eyes? I have always been the coolest dad in the eyes of Alexis' classmates."
Seeing this guy quickly recover his mood and come to Beckett again with a playful smile, Jack suddenly felt that happiness was leaving him at a rapid speed.
Sure enough, stereotypes are not good. There are really fathers in this world who don't mind their little cabbage being pushed by pigs.
"OK, according to the county hospital's reply, Dr. Monroe got off work at 6 pm last night, which means she was murdered one to two hours after she got off work.
I plan to go to the hospital to investigate later, and I hope her colleagues can tell us her whereabouts after that."
Beckett had just finished drawing the first time point on the evidence board when Kevin Ryan, another of the two funny guys, hurried into the office.
"Hey, guys, Esposito asked the funeral director, and he said that he found a broken rear window glass early this morning and called the police because he suspected someone had broken in.
I checked the police call record, but because nothing was missing at the scene, the patrol officers didn't even have time to check the door before the body was exposed."
"Did you find any suspicious fingerprints on the coffin or rear window?" Beckett's eyes lit up.
Kevin put his hands in his pockets and looked a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I was struck out (nothing was found)."
So what was this guy excited about just now? Jack, who was looking through the records of the deceased's mobile phone, looked at him speechlessly.
"But we still have a hitter (still have a chance)."
Behind Kevin, Esposito also walked into the office with a smug smile on his face.
"I checked Dr. Monroe's credit card records and found something unusual. In the past six months, she bought a cup of coffee almost every morning."
"Oh, a doctor who buys coffee in the morning, this is really unusual." Kevin, who had just been given several cold eyes, took the opportunity to despise his partner.
"What if it was consumed in a coffee shop 20 blocks away from her residence?" Esposito didn't understand what was wrong with this guy, and suddenly jumped out to expose his own stage.
"Is it on her way to work?" Cassel approached Jack again to know what he was looking at.
"No, in the exact opposite direction." Esposito said while glaring at Kevin, which scared him.
"Or maybe she has a boyfriend living nearby?" Jack said casually, and simply handed the phone to Cassel.
"I'm going to go there now to check it out." Esposito said and turned to leave, glaring at Kevin fiercely before leaving.
Kevin hurriedly followed, "I'll go with you." Watching the two funny guys leave, Cassel frowned after getting the dead man's phone, "Dr. Monroe used his phone to search for hotels in Katona when he got off work at 6 o'clock last night. Could this be related to the case?"
"Maybe she has friends or relatives there?" Beckett guessed.
Cassel suddenly seemed to be in a daze, "Or was she planning to meet her lover secretly? Then she was discovered by her current boyfriend, so she was jealous and killed her impulsively?"
"This cliché plot is terrible." Beckett mercilessly complained about the great writer, "Lanni only found a small bruise from the back of the head to the neck of the corpse, and there was no resistance injury from the arm to the nail. How could this be considered an impulsive murder?"
Cassel opened his mouth, but did not propose any new guesses. He was rarely silenced.
At this time, Jack's mobile phone rang. It was an unfamiliar landline number. After the call was connected, the voice of the forensic doctor Lannie came out.
"Jack, do you have time to come to my office? Bring Kate (Beckett) and her writer."
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"It's unbelievable that you called Jack directly instead of me." As soon as he entered the forensic office, Beckett complained to his forensic bestie.
Lanny was busy in front of a microscope. When she heard her complaint, she didn't even raise her head. "I know this is your case, but can you help me join the team at the CSI lab?"
"Did you find any trace evidence?" Jack understood.
"Gray nylon fiber, I guess it's the kind used on plastic carpets, but if you want to find the manufacturer, the database at the CSI lab is the most complete. The evidence has been sent over, and I just need someone to help make a phone call."
Lanny then raised her head from the microscope and stepped aside to signal her bestie to look at it herself. As a result, Cassel curiously put his head forward.
"What's the cause of death?" Beckett looked at the dissection table. It was obvious that the body had been disemboweled, but fortunately Lanny covered it with a piece of white cloth, so the scene was not too scary.
"This is also the reason why I asked Jack to come. After shaving some of the hair, the bruises are clearer." Lanny lifted the white cloth to reveal only the head of the deceased, and signaled the professionals to come forward.
"Is this a knife?" Jack recognized the cause of the bruise at a glance, and stretched out his hand to gesture in the air, although he preferred to strike at the carotid sinus.
Lanny smiled appreciatively, "Well, judging from the size of the palm edge, the murderer is most likely a man, but he should have worn gloves. I did not collect any DNA traces other than the deceased.
And my previous judgment was correct. This was not a fatal injury."
She turned the head of the corpse to the other side, "I found an injection needle hole on the other side of her neck. This is the real cause of death."
The deceased, Dr. Valerie Monroe, was a white woman in her early 30s. The skin on her neck was quite fair and tight, which made the small red injection needle hole extremely conspicuous under the light.
"There is no inflammatory reaction. You should not have time to complete the toxicology analysis in such a short time, but you have determined the cause of death, so she was injected with a shot of air?" Jack guessed the answer instantly.
"Air embolism?" Cassel, who had been unable to interrupt, quickly answered.
"Very good, both of you." Lanny gave them a rewarding wink. "The injection technique was very decisive. If I were to say, the murderer must be at least a fairly experienced medical worker."