Chapter 1113 Confrontation
What is the difference between a boyfriend and a lover? One can be made public, and the other usually maintains an underground relationship.
During the investigation of the entire case, no one mentioned that Dr. Monroe had a boyfriend. As for a former drug lord, even Cassel found it difficult to judge what kind of relationship the two had.
After all, a monthly salary of $40,000 to hire a private doctor who needs to take care of you 5 days a week is not an outrageous price, but if it is to support a lover, although it is a little less, maybe it is a friendship price?
However, what makes people entangled is not a boyfriend or a lover, but a small disagreement on whether Greg is lying.
"At least I don't see any signs of lying from his micro-expressions." Leaving the interrogation room temporarily, Jack first expressed his opinion, and Beckett nodded slightly to agree.
Cassel immediately showed a smug expression, walked quickly to the evidence board in the middle of the office, and pointed to the photos of Dr. Monroe's body when it was found.
"He's lying. Look at this photo and that one. There's no bracelet on the body's wrist."
"Then look up." Jack motioned for him to look up. There was a surveillance screenshot at the top of the evidence board. It was taken when Dr. Monroe met with investigator Leonard Maloney on the night he was killed.
"." Cassel's hand stopped in mid-air and he exclaimed, "Greg didn't lie. Dr. Monroe was wearing a bracelet on the night he was killed."
Although the surveillance screenshots were not very clear, they were enough. Just like they could identify Leonard Maloney from his profile, the bracelet on Dr. Monroe's left hand was also vaguely discernible.
"Where did the bracelet go after that?" Beckett picked up the phone on the table, unable to believe that they had overlooked this before.
After a moment, the beautiful detective put down the phone receiver, "The forensic team said they are very sure that no bracelets or other ornaments were found at the scene, including in the coffin."
"Of course it was taken away by the murderer." Cassel quickly regained his arrogant look, "Greg said this is a special gift for Dr. Monroe, very precious, but obviously not referring to its price."
Jack took the photo off the evidence board and carefully identified it, "Is it my illusion? Why does this bracelet give me a sense of déjà vu?"
Casel smiled proudly at Beckett, "Can you recognize this turquoise bracelet?"
Perhaps due to women's natural sensitivity to jewelry and other items, Beckett also smiled knowingly, "Yes, we saw a similar design not long ago."
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"Do we really not need to notify the SWAT team or something like that?" Standing at the door of the hotel suite, Cassel seemed to have just woken up and looked at Jack a little timidly.
"We may be arresting a drug lord who once dominated Colombia 20 years ago."
"No, Calderon is now just an old man in his 60s with heart disease. Besides, this is not his armed base, but a suite in a high-end hotel."
Jack patted the pistol on his waist with a smile, "If you are worried about a gunfight, you can go back to the car and put on your bulletproof vest with "WRITER" written on it."
The great writer seemed to have just remembered the heroic figure of someone killing people in Paris. He straightened his chest and pressed the doorbell with a fearless attitude.
This time, the FBI, the writer and the detective still came, and they were still received by the former drug lord Calderon and his brother Manuel.
"Detectives, and Mr. Cassel, is there any progress in Valerie's murder case?"
It was a little different from the last time. This time, Calderon had already taken half a glass of whiskey in his hand in advance. Alcoholism was probably one of the reasons why he was so weak in his early 60s.
His brother Manuel also stood silently behind his brother like before.
Beckett answered him, "Maybe, there has been some progress, but we want to know first, what is the relationship between you and Dr. Monroe?"
"I said before, she is my personal doctor and my lifesaver." Calderon shook the whiskey in his hand, which had melted most of the ice, took a sip, and still maintained his bossy style.
Casel found a seat on the sofa and sat down, facing him, "But from what you said before, the relationship between you should not be that simple.
I will not go to the park to relax romantically with my personal doctor, that is what I and my girlfriend would do."
As if he felt that the atmosphere was wrong, Calderon, who was very sensitive and familiar with a certain tone, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes became a little sinister.
"Men and women are attracted to each other because of passion. This is not a crime, right? Is there anything to question about this, detective?"
Calderon raised his glass to Beckett and gestured slightly.
"You're right, but crimes of passion are another matter, especially murders of passion." Beckett responded bluntly, and took out the photo again and handed it to Cassel.
The latter happily took the photo and showed it to Calderon. Then came the favorite plot of every detective novel fan, including detective writers.
Summarize the clues and uncover the truth through reasoning, forcing the murderer to confess voluntarily.
"The necklace on your neck is very beautiful, Mr. Calderon." Cassel showed the photo to the other party and pointed his finger at Dr. Monroe's wrist.
"We noticed that the bracelet Dr. Monroe wore on the night he was murdered was similar to the design of your necklace."
"That's because I gave this bracelet to Valerie to express my admiration for her." Calderon took off the necklace from his neck and showed it to the three people in his hand.
"The bracelet once belonged to my mother, and this necklace belongs to my father. They are indeed a pair."
"Heirloom?" Cassel showed an unexpected expression, "No wonder you want to take it back."
"I don't understand what you mean." Calderon's voice was a little hoarse, and his expression was a little confused.
At the same time, Jack's eyes fell on the middle-aged man behind the drug lord. Compared with Calderon, who was obviously still in a confused state, his younger brother Manuel seemed a little uneasy.
"When we found Dr. Monroe's body, we didn't find the bracelet. Someone took it away, but left behind the wallet and cell phone. I don't need to explain what this means in detail, right?"
Casel's expression gradually became serious, and his tone at this time really turned into a question, "What happened? Did you have an argument, or is the cold-blooded Calderon back again?
Is he no longer the well-educated old gentleman in front of us who is sipping good wine?"