Chapter 1109 Women's Prison

The female detective took a long step and blocked the man's way. "Excuse me, sir, NYPD, we need to ask you a few questions about Dr. Valerie Monroe."

The man paused, looked at the police badge Beckett showed, and his face sank slightly. "If you want to talk about Valerie, call my office."

After that, he passed between Beckett and Cassel and continued to walk towards the restaurant.

"If you don't want to cooperate with us, then I can only arrest you."

Beckett raised his voice slightly, but the other party had no intention of turning back, but put one hand into his arms.

"Hey, if I were you, I would never turn my back to the police and do such a dangerous thing." Jack flashed from the side, put one hand on the man's arm, and pinched his elbow with the other hand.

"FBI, state your identity."

Although the guy's action of reaching into his arms didn't look like he was pulling out a gun, Jack didn't mind letting him learn a lesson. He exerted a little force on his fingers, and the man cried out in pain. The thing in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, but it was a black wallet.

Seeing Jack holding him, Cassel took two steps forward and picked up the wallet on the ground. He was surprised to find a blue badge with a gold background on it after opening it.

"I am Leonard Maloney, a special investigator of the State Attorney's Office. Let me go." The man struggled but failed to break free. He hurriedly stated his identity and his attitude was no longer arrogant.

"What is going on?"

"We are investigating the murder of Dr. Monroe. I hope you will cooperate." Jack let go of the man's arm, took the certificate from Cassel and handed it back to him.

Leonard Maloney rubbed his numb arm, with a shocked expression on his face, "What murder? Are you saying Valerie is dead?"

"What is her relationship with you?" Cassel asked.

"She works for me, undercover." The special investigator's answer made the three look at each other in bewilderment.

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"I'll treat you to this lunch. I'm sorry I hurt you just now." The three sat down in the restaurant, and Jack apologized to the special investigator named Leonard Maloney.

The latter gently rubbed the numbness on his arm with a lingering expression, and still didn't understand how he was subdued just now.

"Your hand is really strong, I almost thought this arm didn't belong to me."

Although he complained like this, Leonard Maloney didn't show much displeasure. At the moment, he was more concerned about Dr. Monroe's murder.

"That's roughly what happened." Cassel roughly described the bizarre process of Dr. Monroe's body being found, and then sighed.

"A beautiful female doctor secretly lurked beside a notorious drug lord, which is like the plot of an Alfred Hitchcock movie."

"Drug lord?" Leonard Maloney showed an expression that said what nonsense you are talking about, and stopped cutting the steak in his hand.

"Caesar Calderon, isn't it? Your investigation subject." Beckett was a little surprised why he had such an expression.

"Calderon?" Leonard Maloney almost laughed out loud, "Calderon is not a person I can investigate at my level, and I heard that he has been away from drug trafficking for many years."

Who is his target of investigation? Jack asked the DEA. It has been almost 20 years since Calderon was cleaned up. There are endless new drug lords of his level. It really doesn't make sense that he is still being targeted.

"It's the county hospital. The state auditor suspects that they embezzled funds, committed medical fraud and equipment theft." The investigator's answer was beyond the expectations of the three.

Cassel's voice even changed. "Medical fraud?"

The reason for his excitement was obviously not because he was happy, but because he was too disappointed. The scale of the county hospital was just like that. How could a mere medical fraud case compare with the secret investigation of a drug lord.

However, Leonard Maloney obviously did not understand the great writer's disappointment, and continued to explain, "Yes, we couldn't find any evidence, so we found Dr. Monroe and asked her to help as an insider."

It's not possible to kill people to silence them when investigating a medical fraud case, right? The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment. Beckett calmed down and asked, "Did she find anything?"

"No." Although the steak in the restaurant tasted good, the investigator had heard the bad news about Dr. Monroe, so he found it tasteless. "But the day before yesterday, she suddenly called me and said she wanted to see me."

Finally, Beckett took out the photo taken by the surveillance camera from the file bag and showed it to him.

"Yes, I went to the hospital to see her." Leonard Maloney nodded to confirm that it was himself in the photo. "She told me that she found something suspicious and that there might be a chain of interests in the hospital that was secretly colluding.

But she wanted to go to the north on the weekend to confirm it clearly before making a accusation."

"North?" Cassel's eyes lit up and he turned to look at Jack and Beckett. "Do you remember the browsing history on Dr. Monroe's phone? She checked the hotel in Katonah, New York, and that town is in the north."

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"But there is nothing in Katonah." Back at the 12th Precinct, everyone looked at the map of New York State for a long time and fell into deep thought.

The town of Katonah is less than 60 kilometers north of New York, and the Westchester County it governs is one of the more affluent counties around New York.

However, the population of this town is not large. The wealthy people all live in large villas in the surrounding countryside. Apart from an art museum, the only thing left is the charming rural scenery that Kassel said.

Jack poured himself a cup of coffee and found an empty desk to sit down. "There is also Bedford Hills there. I remember the last time I went there, a father who was eager to save his daughter kidnapped a super The daughter of a rich man.

He imprisoned himself and the rich man's daughter in an underground safe room that was even more difficult to break through than a prison. "

"Wait, prison?" Beckett stood up from his seat, walked quickly to the map, and pointed at a certain place with his finger, "There is a women's prison next to Bedford Hill. Is it related to that place?"

When Cassel heard this word, he immediately became energetic and raised his hand to sign up with a shy face, "If you want to go to a women's prison, count me in!"

Beckett responded with a big eye roll, "It's completely unnecessary. I'm going to call the prison now and ask them to send over the prisoner list and visitor records in the past six months."

Cassel suddenly lost his energy, "If it's a matter of reviewing the list, then I'll withdraw first."

Jack obviously didn’t intend to let the great writer go like this, “Today is already Friday, my vacation only lasts a few days, and Beckett has to wait until the case is over before he can take leave.

Of course, if you’re planning on giving up on your trip to Las Vegas.”

"I'll stay and help." Cassel sat back numbly.