Chapter 1105 Greg Galaxy
"I knew it, this guy is a male nurse version of Jack, the dream lover of girls."
Jack didn't know what expression to respond to Cassel's words. It didn't feel like a good thing, but he didn't want to refute it.
Kevin looked at Jack, raised his chin and held back his smile, indicating that he couldn't agree more with Cassel's words.
"OK, I thought so too, but Dr. Zims insisted that their relationship was purely platonic, so I did a more in-depth investigation and found out... these."
While speaking, he pulled out a blank sub-board from the evidence board, and then took out a picture from the thick file bag in his hand and pasted it up.
Kevin pasted Greg McClintock's photo in the middle of the whiteboard, and then, under Cassel's increasingly wide eyes, he pasted 9 photos of beautiful female doctors in succession, surrounding it like the sun in the middle.
Finally, he wrote a title at the top of the whiteboard, "Greg Galaxy".
Kevin raised his hand to introduce, "Every woman here is around Greg and treats him as her confidant."
"Oh, you actually found a big stud?" Cassel's expression was more envious than shocked.
Even Jack curiously observed the photos of women around Greg, and was surprised to find that these nine female doctors not only had different skin and hair colors, but also had a wide age range.
"But the strange thing is that I have talked to all the 'planets' in this 'galaxy', and they all denied that they had slept with Greg, but they did not shy away from admitting that there was a special relationship between the two.
And the forensic team has checked the entire hospital, and there is no carpet fiber that matches the one we found on the deceased."
It clearly means that he has done it in vain, but Kevin's face does not have too much regret, and even has a strange smile full of satisfaction.
Considering that this guy only took half a day to complete the exploration of the entire "Greg Galaxy", Jack thought that if he did not work as a detective, but became a paparazzi who specializes in collecting celebrity gossip, it might be easier to achieve success.
Cassel closed his half-open mouth for a long time, and then raised an unwilling question.
"This is too unreasonable. If you don't want to sleep with the girls, why waste time listening to their nagging complaints and spend money to buy them gifts?"
This distorted view was just heard by Beckett who came from behind him. The silent appearance of the female detective scared the writer who was talking nonsense.
"Maybe he is a gay? Is he really a good friend of those women?" Kevin guessed.
"From the situation when he tried to tease me, no, he is a straight man." Beckett was very confident.
Seeing that even Cassel, who always had a clear mind, couldn't figure out the trick, everyone stopped planning to explore.
At least for now, the suspicion of the super warm-hearted nurse Greg McClintock, who aspires to be the central air conditioner of the county hospital, has been temporarily ruled out.
"This is the financial situation of the victim Valerie Monroe." Jack handed Beckett a thin document, which was of course relative to the thick file bag in Kevin's hand just now.
"Since she graduated from medical school, she has been paying her $440,000 student loan at the minimum limit every month."
Kevin was obviously shocked by the amount of the loan, and his eyes were wide open. "It costs so much to be a doctor? Fortunately, I am a policeman."
Jack gave him a fake smile. In this country, it takes more than money to become a doctor, and Valerie Monroe is just an internist.
If you want to become a heart surgeon like someone's ex-boyfriend, not only may it cost more than a million, but the time and energy cost is also extremely huge, usually It takes 12 to 15 years.
Therefore, handsome young surgeons usually only appear in movies and TV dramas, or come from medical families. Most of those who can survive to the stage of specialists are basically bald middle-aged.
Jack continued, "But in the past six months, she began to repay $10,000 a week, which is $40,000 a month, but I have confirmed that her salary income has not increased significantly during this period."
Cassel showed a surprised expression, "Even your FBI didn't find the source of the money?"
"Let me finish." Jack was speechless to this impatient guy, "We found the source in her account flow, a remittance from a secret overseas account, the specific information is still under investigation, but it takes time."
The police were all experienced detectives, and they could understand the unusualness without Jack's special emphasis. A physician in a public hospital suddenly received a large amount of funds from a secret overseas account in the past six months, which was too strange no matter how you looked at it.
"So what did you get there?" Cassel leaned over to look at the photo in Beckett's hand.
The female detective directly pasted the photo in her hand on the evidence board. The picture was a little blurry, obviously a screenshot from the surveillance video. In the photo, Dr. Valerie Monroe was standing with a strange man, and there was an ambulance parked next to them.
"Greg didn't lie. I found this video on the hospital surveillance near the ambulance passage. Dr. Monroe did leave with another man after get off work."
Jack looked at the photo carefully. Although the resolution was average, it completely captured the front face of the victim Valerie Monroe. Unfortunately, the man standing with her only had a side profile. He could vaguely tell that he was in his forties or fifties. middle-aged white man.
"Give me a copy. Maybe I can ask the operations center to run facial recognition, but it won't be until tomorrow."
This case does not belong to the FBI, but Jack is still in charge of Dana Moage's cooperation project and serves as a liaison officer between the FBI and local law enforcement agencies such as the NYPD.
Even without this relationship, with his current popularity in the New York office, he no longer needs to go through Alice and can go directly to the IT geeks for help.
Beckett raised his hand and checked the time, "Thank you FBI for your assistance. It's getting late. Does anyone want to have a late-night snack? I'll take it."
"Aha, I heard that a new roast duck restaurant has opened near Wall Street. I've always wanted to try it." Cassell quickly raised his hand and suggested.
"You mean the one that sells them for 98 dollars each?" Jack refused immediately, not because he was saving money for the female detective with a "meager" income, but because he had already tried it.
Let’s put aside whether it’s authentic or not. After all, the tastes of Lao Americans are different from those of Seris people. Authenticity doesn’t necessarily mean delicious to them. He simply thinks the price/performance ratio is too low.