At the appointment time, Dean Holden followed lawyer Lucville to the detention center and entered an interview room divided in half by a glass window.
"Hi, Joan, how was your rest last night?" Lucville picked up the phone and looked at the beautiful woman in orange prison uniform inside the glass window.
She doesn't have the heavy makeup in the photo, and is more delicate and pale.
"Please, barrister, help me get out of this hellish place!" Qiong held the microphone in both hands, with a terrified look on her face. "Those women were so scary, as if they wanted to eat me. They were shaking the guardrails and making noise all night long. He also threatened me, intimidated me, and smiled strangely at me! God, I am not guilty! Why should I endure this kind of torture!"
Her voice was hoarse and trembling. It was obvious that she had been frightened a lot last night.
"Don't be afraid, Joan, they can also bluff, they can't hurt you, I guarantee you this!" Lukeville comforted and turned to the two companions, "This is Dean and Holden, my partners , they are looking for clues on the day of the crime, and I have a few questions for you, and I hope you can answer them honestly."
The woman glanced at the two complete strangers and begged with red eyes,
"As long as you can get me out, I'll say anything!"
"Don't worry, Joan, I believe you didn't kill anyone." Dean took the phone from the lawyer and put it under his neck, smiling, "I have good news to tell you, for the true murderer of Jayne Harden. Fierce, we already have some suspect targets, but we still lack key evidence."
Next, Dean asked her about what happened in the room on the day of the crime, and then compared her answers with the confession, transcripts, and Jayne Harden's testimony to confirm that they were consistent.
She was ruled out as a suspect in the crime.
Dean opened his backpack and took out the stack of employee information of Gawain Hotel.
"Now, I need you to carefully identify it through the photos and then tell me your impressions."
Dean pasted a profile page of a black man, including his headshot, on the glass. This man was one of the five men who had been initially screened by Grace. "His name is Kenny Furlow, one of the staff at the Gowan Hotel. Do you have any impression of him?"
Qiong's eyes were instantly attracted to the photo, and her face came closer.
Upon closer inspection, Dean discovered that she was indeed a rare beauty. She had a sexy and charming appearance that struck a chord with many men. Even her simple prison uniform could not hide her proud figure.
"I recognize him, but I've only met and said hello a few times, so I haven't had much contact with him."
"Are you sure, has he sent you flowers, confessed his love or anything like that?"
"No," she said with confidence, "I eat this bowl of rice, and the dozens of customers must not be confused, so I am very good at remembering people."
Is this considered a leader in the industry and extremely talented?
Dean complained and changed to another Asian photo.
"Jack Lee..."
"Sorry, I've only met him once or twice without any communication. He is very shy."
"Here's Barrett Quinn."
A white man with a huge hooked nose, deep-set eyes, and a sinister face.
Qiong's face moved closer to hers, then she held her breath, her pupils shrank, and a moment of surprise flashed across her face.
Dean immediately knew what was going on.
"I remember him. This guy liked to secretly take pictures of me with a camera. He sent me flowers twice and wanted to ask me out. But his secret filming behavior made me uncomfortable..."
She considered it carefully and said in the gentlest words possible,
"And he was obviously not good at communicating and was not on the same page as me at all, so I clearly rejected him."
Qiong curled her lips, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes,
"But he was unwilling to give in and continued to pester me once. I warned him with a complaint, and he wisely left."
Wow…
He is not good at communication and stubbornly pesters the goddess, which is almost consistent with Holden's profile.
He also has a camera and knows how to take pictures!
Dean couldn't help exchanging glances with his companions, suppressing his excitement and saying,
"You are such a kind person. If it were any other guest, if you were harassed once, you would file a complaint against him."
"That will make him lose his job," Qiong muttered to herself as she pushed the hair from her temples to her ears. "It's been hard to find a job these past few years. This punishment is too severe."
"No wonder men are so obsessed with you. Go ahead..." Dean put a red circle on this piece of information with a pen and took out another piece of information. In order to avoid missing it, he planned to ask the other party to take all the photos of thirty men. Go through it again.
Next, the only sounds in the reception room were the sound of paper scratching across the glass, and the woman's hoarse describing voice.
Twenty minutes later.
After the identification, Dean was shocked and unable to understand the results.
Fifteen of the thirty men working at the Gowan Hotel had expressed their affection for Joan Catree, and most of them had families.
"Are all the men in Las Vegas so passionate?"
Dean suddenly felt a sense of superiority on the moral high ground.
"Not all men are like this...they like to think with their lower body." Holden crossed his hands on his chest and said in the tone of a psychology expert, "Faced with temptations that are right in front of you, 80% of them will surrender immediately. When 20% of people see their peers succumb, they will feel guilty and be stimulated to follow in their footsteps, unless they have abnormal sexual orientation or are frigid or extremely introverted, there are no exceptions.”
"Ahem." Lucville coughed twice inexplicably and looked at his watch. "Both of you, have you finished asking? The visiting time is about to end."
Dean nodded and checked the twenty-two pieces of information highlighted in front of him again. If the primary target, Barrett Quinn, the hook-nosed man who harassed Joan, was proven innocent, then they would investigate the remaining men one by one. .
Moreover, the investigation progress jumped from 60% to 70%, which shows that the error is not too big and the murderer is among them.
"Joan, thank you for your candid answer. I have a feeling that the investigation will soon make breakthrough progress. See you next time, you should come out safe and sound."
"So, do you think the real murderer is Barrett Quinn?" The woman on the other side of the glass wall showed a puzzled expression, "He wouldn't do this, would he?"
"It's just suspicion at the moment." Holden took the microphone, "He likes you, but is not accepted. He can only watch you, the dream girl, frequently having sex with Jayne Harden. It is inevitable that he will be in love with you. Jayne was jealous. And sometimes men are more jealous than women."
"In that coincidental scenario, that was enough to be a motive."
Joan Catree turned pale.
The police at the entrance to the interview room started shouting at several people.
"That's almost it, Ms. Joan, see you next time."
Holden hung up the phone.
…
After leaving the detention center, Dean and Holden sent Lucville back to the office first.
"Hey, you two, I have to remind you that the current conclusion that the murderer is hotel employee Barrett Quinn is purely based on deduction and speculation without any conclusive evidence." Lucville, who had just gotten off the car, opened the door and glanced at The faces of the two people said, "We will never be able to convict him based on mere speculation and help Qiong make a comeback."
"We are preparing to look for evidence." Dean replied,
"Then remember, use compliant means and methods," Lucville warned, "Evidence obtained through threats, intimidation, inducement, and theft is invalid."
"Can't you transform the evidence flexibly?" Dean asked tentatively. He was no longer used to the inefficiency and inefficiency of conventional methods, and he liked not to take the usual path.
"Sorry, we can't do it this time. The wife of the deceased Jayne Harden will do whatever it takes to send Joan Catree, the woman who destroyed their family, to jail. She has hired a very luxurious team of lawyers. We must take every step without You can be picky and cannot leave any excuses or excuses for your opponents."
"Okay, I understand." Dean nodded.
The fat man finally said again,
"Audio recordings, photographs and other materials are the best evidence and are more effective than other copies."
"Ok, we'll keep an eye out."
…
At about one o'clock in the afternoon, the car left the office and turned onto Strip Avenue.
Dean took out two chocolate bars from the supply bag in the car, threw one to Holden, and tore one open and ate it himself.
"Hmm... Holden, if Barrett is the murderer, do you think it's possible that he could have recorded Jayne and Joan's performance when he was hiding in the shuttered closet and peeping?"
"What equipment were used to record it?" Holden stopped chewing and said in surprise, "The camera is not small, it may not fit in the closet, and it makes too much noise."
"No portable camera?" Dean made a hand-held gesture.
"Are you from the future? If there was a place to sell this thing now, I would have bought one a long time ago."
Dean quit his job. Didn't even the portable video camera go on sale in 1981?
"What about the camera?"
Holden poured cold water on him again, "The light in the closet is too dark and the gap in the shutter door is too small. It's basically impossible to take pictures. If you have to take pictures, how can you cover up the sound and flash of the camera? Unless Joan and Jayne are blind. and deaf people, otherwise they would have noticed the movement of the camera.”
Dean sighed. It seemed that it would be difficult to find the video data of the room where the crime occurred, but the investigation must continue.
"Listen, buddy, you go to the Gowan Hotel first and keep an eye on Barrett Quinn. He's on duty today and won't get off until tonight. You take the time to check his locker...look for clues."
"I'll go to his home and search... um... his home address is on the employee information."
After hearing his arrangement, Holden raised an eyebrow and showed a weird smile,
"You have a search warrant?"
"What kind of search warrant do you need? Can't we just climb through the window and enter the house?"
"Barrister Luc Will, I sternly warned you ten minutes ago not to use illegal means, but you still do it. Did you turn a deaf ear to his words?"
"Come on, Holden, when did you become such a stick-minded person?" Dean said nonchalantly, "Besides, we even use a psychic, so what if we search your home?"
"Sure enough, you are more suitable to be a private detective than a COP." Holden sighed,
Dean shrugged, and then said his true thoughts in an understatement,
"No matter what the method is, as long as the flaw is not discovered, as long as the real murderer can be caught and the goal is achieved, then it is a coup."
The car stopped just outside the hotel.
Holden opened the door and got out of the car, leaning over and staring into the car. Appreciation flashed across his face, and then bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I can't persuade you, then you can give it a try."
(End of chapter)
