American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1407 The case is simple but time is tight
The discussion about "freedom" and "safety" came to a temporary end after the two men walked into the coroner's office.

They both knew that there was no solution to this problem at present. The problem was that the system was like this. Rossi was just speaking from his heart and did not insist on getting any inspiration or answers from Jack.

The local assistant coroner, a middle-aged woman with an Asian face, was already waiting in the autopsy room.

From the moment he saw the body, Jack knew that this case would not be difficult to solve. The knife wounds were horrifying, extending from the right collarbone to the lower abdomen, with more than ten of them.

The main method of attack was stabbing, but there was no pattern, and it was obviously the work of a non-professional. In Rossi's words, it was "full of rage."

This obviously out-of-control emotional outburst means the killer won't be hiding for long before she's exposed, but the question is how many lives she'll threaten before she's exposed.

The assistant coroner looked cold and expressionless, but surprisingly talkative. "But the suspect was very patient. The body was wiped very clean, just like the previous two bodies. To be honest, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation."

Jack looked at Rossi and blurted out, "Part of neatness paranoia."

"I've heard of this term. It refers to a situation where, amidst the chaos of a crime scene, something appears to be extremely clean and neat or well-organized, making it particularly eye-catching."

Seeing Rossi's surprised expression, the Asian-looking lady adjusted her expression for a long time, and finally managed to pull the corners of her mouth to smile, "I have read your book, David Rossi."

I don't know if this is his natural personality or he is just not used to dealing with living people, but he surprisingly fits the general public's stereotype of professions like forensic scientists.

Rossi smiled back and took the initiative to explain, “In this case, the suspect behaved as washing things related to the deceased, including the body and clothing.

It's possible that she was recently released from an institution where she was subjected to obedience training that resulted in some stereotyped behavior."

"Do you mean the mental hospital or prison?" Jack translated his words and picked up his phone to send a message to Garcia.

"Don't forget the army. Check for any retired female soldiers who have recently returned to the area." Rossi added, his eyes falling on the evidence bag beside him. "What is this?"

The assistant coroner handed Rossi the evidence bag, “A brown hair with a complete follicle, different from the deceased’s red hair.

I found several similar ones on the clothes of the first two victims. They have been sent to the CSI California laboratory and the results should be available soon. "

Rossi picked up the evidence bag and looked at it under the light, then nodded, "OK, send this as soon as possible. I'll call their supervisor and get the analysis results as soon as possible."

After politely saying goodbye to the assistant coroner who was not very good at managing facial expressions, the two left the coroner's office and returned to the federal building in Los Angeles.

The Suburban driven by Emily and Luke Elvis entered the underground parking lot almost one after the other.

"We found the clothes the first two victims were wearing when they were killed in their closets, neatly folded."

Emily looked helpless. "I can't believe the local forensics staff missed this. The clothes are full of stab holes."

Luke Elvis was even in the mood to joke, "If the suspect is definitely a woman, she must be a capable housewife. I have never known how to wash off those troublesome blood stains."

"Next time, you can try baking soda or enzyme-containing detergent. Just apply it and let it sit for 20 minutes. Remember to use cold water." Jack offered a life hack. As they talked, they walked into the office. Hotchner and Reid were already waiting inside.

"CSI researchers found more long brown hair in the washing machine, suspecting it was pulled out during the fight between the murderer and the suspect. The DNA test results are still pending.

But even if we can’t compare it to a criminal database and find out her identity, at least we know her skin color and her approximate age.”

As Reid put the photos on the evidence board, he said, "Garcia has already checked the female prisoners who have recently left various prisons in California as you requested, but found nothing. The investigation of the mental hospital and the female veterans is still ongoing."

Then he turned to look at Jack, "Oh, by the way, she also said that when you come back, you should go to her office. It seems that she has some mysterious information that she wants to share with you alone."

"Is it related to the case?" Jack felt a little strange. This mysterious behavior was not like Garcia.

Reid shook his head. "She didn't say, but I guess it doesn't matter."

Jack suddenly realized that there must be a clue about the girl he asked Garcia to help find.

Hotchner signaled with his eyes that Jack, the "outsider", could do as he pleased, and said to the others, "We must quickly identify the murderer. It is clear that her killing will continue."

Garcia's office was not on the same floor as the BAU team's large office.

When Jack found her place with familiarity, he discovered that apart from the two more screens on the wall and the many cute little ornaments on the table that couldn't be put away, the place was not much different from before.

He casually moved a chair and sat next to Garcia, "Tell me about your mysterious intelligence."

"First of all, she is definitely not a private investigator. The license plate number you gave me showed that her car was rented. I checked the rental information and found that she registered it under her real name."

"You're right. Even the dumbest private detective wouldn't use his real name to rent a car." Jack agreed with Garcia, then leaned closer to the screen in front of her and read out the name on it.

"Joey Struthers?" Jack repeated the name twice in his mind and was sure that he had no impression of it.

Garcia seemed a little excited, his fingers tapping the keyboard quickly, “Yes, I found out that she is a crime reporter for a Miami TV station, this is her blog.

I also noticed that she published a novel about the Zodiac Killer last year.”

"Crime reporter, fiction writer?" Jack felt that his previous guess had been verified. "So Rossi was indeed being followed by his fans or admirers, not his enemies?"

Garcia covered his chest with his hands, looking happy as if he had eaten a piece of melon. "I think she might just want Rossi to help recommend her novel or her next new book.

You know, her last book only sold a pitiful 385 copies. Oh, correction, it’s now 387 copies. I just bought two copies at once out of sympathy.”

Jack grabbed Garcia's chubby hand and kissed it. "Thank you, Garcia. I think Rossi will be relieved to know this news."

(End of this chapter)