Chapter 1108 Clues to the Mysterious Man

Chapter 1108 Clues to the Mysterious Man

While Calderon was recounting his alibi, Jack turned his attention to the bedroom with the door open.

Although there were some gray patterns on the carpet there, it was a high-grade wool carpet, which did not match the nylon fibers found on the deceased.

So he shook his head slightly at Beckett, indicating that Dr. Monroe most likely did not die in this suite.

However, when the female police detective took out the surveillance screenshot and asked Caesar Calderon if he had seen the man in the photo, who was theoretically the last man Dr. Monroe saw before his death, she had an unexpected discovery.

However, it was not the drug lord himself who provided the clues, but his younger brother Manuel, who had been standing behind him silently.

"I had met this man before, and on a few occasions Valerie had asked me to drop her off in front of a nearby restaurant while I was driving her home, and once I saw this man just standing there waiting. she."

Manuel also had a little sadness on his face when he spoke. It seemed that just as the director of the county hospital said, Dr. Monroe was indeed a very approachable woman.

After learning the name of the restaurant from him, the three of them immediately stood up and left.

After leaving the Fairclose Hotel, Beckett called Kevin and asked him to come and verify Calderon's alibi with the hotel. He took two followers to the restaurant named "Amelia" Dining room.

"Having a special reader, I thought you would be as excited as ever to show off to us." Jack was very puzzled by someone's reticence along the way.

Cassell, who was sitting in the exclusive passenger seat next to Beckett, looked back at him and said strangely, "I know you hate drug dealers. Even if he is a big drug lord who has quit working long ago, he still enjoys those drugs stained with blood." Money brings luxury life.

In fact, after entering the room, I was worried about how I would make up a story for you if you suddenly pulled out a gun and killed him. "

"Thank you, but please correct my image in your mind. I am a law enforcer, not a paranoid vigilante." Not only was Jack not moved, but he rolled his eyes back at him.

It is obvious that since his last trip to Paris, his image in the minds of great writers has been completely overturned.

From a law-abiding FBI agent to a superhero who hates evil and does whatever it takes to do justice, or a secret agent who is as awesome as his father and walks in the darkness.

Beckett, who was driving, glanced at the two of them suspiciously. When Cassell returned to New York alone with the two girls, he made up a rather outrageous story for her.

He single-handedly entered the trafficker's lair, shot a little Karami with his bow from left and right, and heroically rescued two little girls who were almost sold.

The smart female police detective guessed that there must be many ulterior secrets. Some clues can be guessed from a series of vague news reports that broke out in Paris at that time.

Besides, if Cassell had such ability, it would have been a long time coming, but if the protagonist in it was replaced by Jack, it seemed very reasonable.

But Beckett didn't have as much curiosity as someone else. In fact, even Cassel had never asked what Jack and his father did after he left Paris with the two girls.

"Actually, I have been thinking just now, is there a possibility that the relationship between them is not love but family affection, and Dr. Monroe is actually Calderon's daughter?"

Cassel revealed the "amazing" conjectures he had figured out along the way, and became more and more confident as he spoke.

"Imagine, in order to protect his wife and daughter, Calderon had to..."

"Dr. Valerie Monroe is pure blond and blue-eyed, and her facial features are also typical of the Nordic race. The possibility that they are related by blood is almost zero." Jack killed Cassel's plot idea in one sentence.

“But you can’t deny that this is a brilliant idea, the heinous drug lord, his wife and daughter who were forced to remain anonymous, and the unexpected reunion after many years.

He wanted to get to know each other, but he had many worries. In the end, his enemy found out and killed him, and he had to swallow the consequences of what he had done many years ago. "

Cassel raised his eyebrows at Jack triumphantly, but the latter always felt that the plot seemed familiar.

Beckett pulled over and unbuckled his seat belt with a quick movement, "You guys can share your writing experience slowly, and I'll ask the clerk if he's seen the man in the photo."

It was not yet 11 o'clock at noon, and there was still some time before the lunch rush. Beckett walked into the restaurant alone to ask, so Follower A and Follower B could only lean next to Beckett's plainclothes police car and scroll through their phones in boredom. .

"Alexis said you've never won money in Las Vegas. Is that true?" Jack suddenly asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Cassel looked over and asked, "Ah? Are you chatting with her?"

"Yes, I convinced her to change her motorcycle to an electric scooter, one with a top speed of only 30 miles per hour."

Nowadays, Margrave Town not only makes electric tricycles, but also obtained the authorization from the Italian company to make electric scooters that look similar to Vespa scooters. Each one sells for more than 6,000 US dollars and burns more fuel than the original. Small motorcycles are expensive.

At this time, Beckett also walked out of the restaurant, with a hint of surprise on his expression, "The waiter said he is a regular lunch customer here and hasn't been here today, but they don't know the man's name."

Caselle obviously didn't believe that things would go so smoothly. "Maybe he is the murderer and has already run away. We should directly retrieve the surveillance and then look up the credit card records. We should be able to find his identity."

Beckett didn't refute, "Maybe, but we can also choose to wait here for a while. The waiter said he usually shows up at 11 o'clock."

"But I'm a little hungry." Cassel deliberately made a pitiful look.

"You can choose to wait until 11:30 and then go to the restaurant in front of us for lunch, or walk to the corner now. I just saw a food truck selling Mexican chicken rolls there."

Jack said unhappily and turned to ask Beckett.

"Kate, you don't give me the feeling of a woman who is prone to maternal overflow. Why do you like this old boy who never grows up?"

"I like him?" The female detective's eyes widened, as if she had heard some incredible joke.

Caselle looked around for a while, pretending not to hear the conversation between the two, but he really found it.

"Look, that's him!"

The two followed his gaze and saw the middle-aged white man in the photo who had just gotten out of the taxi and was walking towards them quickly with his hands in his pockets.