When Jimmy returned to the office, he contacted the laboratory, hoping that they could conduct ballistic tests on several of Dave's guns as soon as possible. By the way, they could compare them with the bullet fragments from the taxi driver's death and the homeless man's death, and try to see if they matched.
This was a delicate job, and Jimmy only dared to make a phone call to urge it. If the other party showed some expressions and was in a bad mood, he would just postpone it a little longer, and he would have no place to cry.
Now that the confession has not been obtained for a while, and there are no test results for the evidence, Dave should stay in the detention center for now. He was arrested and the evidence is complete. Even if he is thrown directly into prison to wait for prosecution by the prosecutor, normal.
Jimmy finally had time to deal with his own affairs. He first queried Nia Miller in the system. Of course, he did not use the authority to conduct in-depth queries, but only basic queries to get her family information. Then he found a somewhat Impressive name, Kevin Miller.
Kevin Miller, if I remember correctly, should be the deputy director of the nypd. Jimmy directly opened the nypd information database. Sure enough, he was appointed as one of the deputy directors three years ago. This made it somewhat clear. As a deputy director, living in the Upper East Side is really not a big problem, really.
It makes sense that Nia was able to become a police detective at a young age. When I communicated with Nia before, she was indeed very interested in the police profession. Plus, with such a backing, there is absolutely no problem, no matter what. It is normal for him to find an old man to guide him during the assessment. Chuck, this old guy, didn't even notify him in advance.
Now it became clear that the elder's expression that day was obviously dissatisfied with him for hooking up with his daughter, and as a high-level executive of the NYPD, it shouldn't be a big problem for him to find a way to get his own information. It seems that something strange about Nia these past two days should come from here. Jimmy turned off the information after reading it.
After reading the documents and getting off work, Jimmy came to the parking lot of the police station. He had been here many times. Although he didn't know everyone, he was familiar to everyone. He called Nia. After a while, Nia Ya changed into a set of casual clothes and came out of the police station and got into Jimmy's car.
Nia looked much more normal than Jimmy thought, and was still very enthusiastic. After getting in the car, she leaned over and kissed Jimmy on the face.
Jimmy: "Are you off work? Or are you out temporarily?"
Nia nodded: "I'm already off work. I haven't had anything complicated lately, so I don't need to work overtime."
Jimmy: "Okay, let's go back and have a drink first."
Jimmy started the car, left the police station parking lot, and drove directly home. In the car, Jimmy asked Nia what was going on in the past few days. Nia didn't hide anything. She just said that we would talk about it later. It seemed that it couldn't be settled in one or two sentences.
When they arrived at the apartment, Jimmy went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine, while Nia sat on the sofa and watched Jimmy in a daze.
Jimmy came over with coffee and put it on the coffee table, then sat next to Nia, put his arm around her shoulders, "Can you tell me now, Nia, what happened?"
Nia sighed and said: "What else could it be because of? The old stubborn racial concept."
Jimmy's eyes widened. He originally thought that the other party had checked his information and thought he was too violent. After all, his resume was simple, but the list of documents was not that simple at all. But he really didn't expect that it was because of this?
After staring in confusion for a while, Jimmy shook his head helplessly, "Is it because of the minority issues again?"
Nia: "Actually, it's okay. Although they objected, it's not that serious. I'm still very free now." Nia leaned on Jimmy, turned her head over, and leaned completely on him.
Jimmy reached out and picked up the coffee, "It's already the 21st century. Hey, this situation is really difficult to solve."
Nia raised her head slightly and looked at Jimmy: "Hey, at least you are not African-American, otherwise my grandfather would probably go crazy by now."
Jimmy stopped and looked down at Nia: "Your grandfather? No, is it... white supremacy? k?"
Nia nodded, "I didn't know this before. I just learned a little bit about it a few days ago. It happened decades ago, and he was no longer so extreme."
Jimmy: "Where's your father?"
Nia: "Although it's not a good thing to say, he was somewhat influenced by my grandfather. But fortunately, I also had some friends before, and he didn't feel any hostility."
Can that be the same? Those of your friends are probably classmates or something, and they are somewhat different from your own nature.
Jimmy: "That's good, that's good. I don't want anything particularly unpleasant to happen. I've been thinking about what happened for the past two days, and I didn't expect it to be like this."
Nia: "Don't worry, I can handle them, trust me."
Jimmy lowered his head and kissed Nia on the forehead: "Then you have to make sure not to make the relationship with your family too tense. Things can be resolved slowly. Many things cannot be rushed."
Jimmy picked up the coffee. Fortunately, it didn't seem to be a big problem, but he still had to think carefully about how to solve this problem. The murderous butcher was easy to explain, but this ethnic issue really made people scratch their heads.
New York is a deep blue state. Relatively speaking, the Chinese are not at the bottom of the racial discrimination scale. It is not yet ten years from now, and the relative environment is much better.
Jimmy: "By the way, Kevin Miller in your department?"
Nia nodded while holding the coffee cup, "He was the person you met that morning."
Jimmy: "Well, it seems that the first impression is not very good. I will be busy in the future."
Nia smiled, "Then you have to work hard. Actually, there is no need to worry. There are more and more ethnic minorities in the police station. He understands this trend. My grandfather's ideas are outdated."
Jimmy could only smile bitterly. Although they were two worlds, the trend was obviously the same. In other words, his time to relax would only be a few years at most. In a few years, Chinese Americans would have completely become the bottom of the contempt chain.
Jimmy took the remote control and turned on the TV and watched it casually for a while. When the time was almost up, the two of them went downstairs to the restaurant. After returning to normal, Nia was obviously more enthusiastic, so of course they stayed the night.
Early the next morning, Jimmy sent Nia to the police station. She had spare clothes at the police station. She didn't go home at night. If she went back in the morning, there might be some minor problems. Jimmy returned to the FBI office in Federal Square, and a FedEx package was already placed on his desk.
I opened it and took a look at the express delivery. I was lucky. It seemed that the urging call yesterday had some effect. The test report submitted was a ballistic test of two guns at Dave's home and a gun used during the arrest. The bullets on the homeless man who was killed that night were matched with the bullets that hit the wall when Dave shot Jimmy. Compared with the rifling on the previous several eucalyptus bullet fragments, the rifling will be a little slower. I guess I have to continue to wait. At this speed, it will be almost done in a day or two.
Jimmy was going to interrogate again and called Chuck. He couldn't go this time because of something, so Jimmy had to go by himself.
Jimmy came to the detention center and asked the prison guards to help take Dave out. When Dave saw Jimmy, he asked to call a lawyer. What a waste of time.
While waiting for the lawyer, Jimmy said a few words to Dave: "Dave, your gun ballistics test has been completed, and the evidence chain for this murder has been completed. Although you can continue to delay, my patience is not enough." Not much, I think your lawyer should have told you the best case scenario and the worst case scenario, and you must consider it carefully."
After saying that, he left Dave in the interrogation room and let the prison guards watch at the door. He came to the side and sat drinking coffee. Oh, Jimmy bought this cup of coffee on the way when he came here. Even if there is coffee in the detention center, it is provided to the prison guards. Jimmy has no interest in asking them for it.
It took a long time for the lawyer to come. He first entered the interrogation room to talk to Dave, and then opened the door and informed Jimmy to come in.
Dave: "Okay, I admit, that gun was mine, and I was the one who shot the homeless man that night."
Jimmy smiled, "It would have been nice to have done this earlier. Tell me, why?"
Dave: "I had a decoration job there before. Because of these homeless people, I painted the exterior wall twice. I was somewhat angry, and that's how this incident happened. It's as simple as that."
Jimmy: "Tell me the detailed process."
Dave: "I left home before 12 o'clock that day, took a taxi and came near here. Then I found the man in this alley, opened the curtain of the shed and shot him twice, and then you showed up."
Jimmy recorded it in his notebook, and then asked: "You still have two pistols at home. These three guns are ghost guns. How did you get them?"
Dave: “I bought it on the black market, no source.”
Jimmy: "All three? When did you buy them?"
Dave: "One is from a year ago and the other two are from half a year ago. This is my first time using it, I swear."
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Jimmy nodded and continued to record, "So these three guns have been in your hands during this time, and no one else has touched them, right?"
Dave nodded: "I have always hidden them at home and never took them out."
Jimmy didn't ask him why he didn't go to a gun store to buy it, because he obviously couldn't apply for a concealed carry permit. Dave had a previous criminal record, one of which was a felony assault. In this case, he couldn't buy a gun here. , maybe changing the state will do.
Jimmy: "Okay, let's take a look. Is it okay?" Jimmy pushed the notepad to Dave. He glanced at it briefly and nodded. Jimmy took the notepad back and said, "I will sort out your testimony and come over next time." I need your signature, okay?" Dave continued to nod, very cooperative.
The lawyer then spoke: "Detective, when will you submit this case?" It seems that his lawyer has accepted his fate and is ready to spend his time on the prosecutor behind him, and does not intend to delay things at Jimmy's level. This lawyer's idea is indeed too good. Unfortunately, this incident is not the end, but the beginning of everything. There are even bigger surprises waiting for them later. I hope they can bear it.
Jimmy: "Just wait, I still have some processes to go through here. That's it."
Jimmy closed the notebook, put the pen and paper back into his pocket, stood up and knocked on the door. The prison guard opened the door from the outside and let Jimmy out. He went in, handcuffed Dave, and escorted him back to his cell.
Jimmy returned to his office, carefully sorted out Dave's two interrogation records, made them into documents and printed them out. This was not the final record, and would be added later, and it was not yet time for him to sign.
As Jimmy continued to review his interrogation transcripts, the phone rang on his desk. Jimmy answered the phone and couldn't help laughing when he heard the content. The report in the laboratory had not been written yet, but it had been compared with the fragments of the warhead of one of the taxi drivers. A gun found in the husband's home was a match. The rest still needs to be dealt with, but I just want to give Jimmy some good news to cheer him up.
After hanging up the phone, the smile on Jimmy's face couldn't stop. Dave is such a cold-blooded guy. He killed a taxi driver before, probably because he was worried about the impact, so he later targeted homeless people.
As long as the laboratory report comes out, and the three guns Dave admitted today are all his, and he has held them for at least half a year without anyone else having contact with them, it can be reasonably and legally inferred that he was also responsible for the previous murder.
Chuck's idea was indeed correct. When he came into contact with two cases of homeless people being killed, he immediately suspected that it might be related to the taxi accident. It seemed that the old police detective had a really strong sixth sense. , this is experience, experience that can only be obtained from books.
Jimmy looked at the time. He would definitely not get the report today. Wait until tomorrow. When the report comes, he will interrogate Dave. This time, he will have to walk around without food.
Jimmy's cell phone rang. He glanced at the forensics department and answered the phone, "Jimmy, did you go to Dave's apartment?"
Jimmy: "No, I just went with you once, and I never went there again."
Personnel from the forensics department: "I planned to go back and check again, and pick up some additional fingerprints on the furniture to see if there was anything missing. But when I arrived, I found that the door was open and ajar, and the inside was messed up. "
Jimmy frowned, was this a thief? "What was found at the scene?"
Forensic Section Staff: "It hasn't been inspected yet. I just arrived."
Jimmy: "Notify your people, call two more people, and re-inspect the apartment. I'm coming over now."
This is very irritating. Damn it, there is a nypd cordon on the door. This kind of thing is an unspoken rule. Ordinary thieves will not go in if they see this. This means that something happened in the room. If Leaving behind your own fingerprints or other traces may get you burned. These promiscuous people are not fools.
Jimmy rushed over and found that the place was really messy. It seemed that the person who came was looking for something.
Jimmy: "How did your inspection go?"
Forensic Department staff: "Fingerprint development has already extracted some fingerprints. Let's go back and check. We just took some photos before. Now they are so messed up that we can't restore them to their previous appearance. It's also difficult to determine whether something has been tampered with." Taken away.”
Jimmy: "Thank you for your hard work. After you finish collecting here, go back and verify it."
Jimmy looked at the situation in the apartment, frowned and left. This guy Dave, he must have something else, I must ask him tomorrow.
The next morning, as Jimmy got up to make breakfast, the phone rang. Jimmy answered the call. It was a call from the detention center.
"Agent Yang, when we checked the prisoners this morning, we found that your prisoner Dave Frank died early this morning, and a prisoner next to him also died. I have contacted the medical examiner's office, and they will send an ambulance to confirm as soon as possible."
Jimmy: "What? What's going on? I interrogated Dave yesterday, and he was fine at that time."
"We don't know. We just asked the prisoners in the next cell. In the early morning, someone in Dave's cell screamed in terror, and then there was no sound. We only found out in the morning."
Jimmy: "I'll come right away and let the ambulance wait before taking him away."
Jimmy didn't care about breakfast, got dressed, picked up his gun and went straight downstairs.
In the detention center, Jimmy came to Dave's cell. Dave was lying on his back on the bed. The prison guard next to Jimmy said: "He was lying on his side before. He didn't get up in the morning. Our people called him and he It just became what it is now.”
Dave's face was pale, his eyes were not closed, and his mouth was wide open. However, the bandage on his body did not have any blood stains. It could be basically judged that the previous gunshot wound had not collapsed, and no other wounds were found.
Jimmy came to his next door. There was also a dead man here. He looked more terrifying, with a more ferocious face, eyes wide open, and his mouth open, but it looked like the muscles were pulling on him. It was closed a lot, but now it's just slightly open.
"Looks like he was scared to death?" Jimmy frowned and asked the first responder next to him.
The emergency doctor nodded, "It's possible, but it needs to be confirmed by autopsy. Judging from the current observations, there are no wounds on their bodies."
Jimmy waved his hand: "Take them to the forensic department." After saying that, Jimmy turned and walked towards the prison guard's monitoring room.
Jimmy: "I want to see the surveillance from last night."
The prison guards didn't neglect either. Two people died here. This is a big deal and it's unlucky. He immediately paused the surveillance, changed the video tape, took out yesterday's video tape and played it on the TV next to him.
Jimmy: "Do you only have surveillance in the corridor?"
Prison guard: "Yes, surveillance is only available in the corridor and activity hall, not in the cell."
The surveillance video was played at accelerated speed. Except for two prison guards who were on patrol last night, no one else appeared in the surveillance range.
