Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 90 Prime Suspect
"but?"
Adrian raised the last line of his voice and interrupted Kirk before he could continue, his brows furrowed and a hint of irritability revealed.
"You mean fortune cookies?"
"absurd!"
"Sir, you said yourself that almost everyone in New York has eaten Panda Express, and those fortune cookies can be found everywhere on the streets."
"They can't be used as evidence, just like a water bottle can't be used as a link to a serial killer."
"Besides, you followed the clues but didn't get anything, right? You couldn't even connect the fortune cookies to all the people."
"Jesus Christ."
"I know you want to solve this case, God, I do too, more than anyone, but we can't just make up a murderer."
Snapped.
Adrian's words were interrupted as Mike slammed a bottle of Budweiser on the table, his eyes flicking back and forth between Kirk and Adrian.
Then, Mike looked at Kirk and asked with his eyes, "Are you okay?"
This isn't about worrying about Kirk, but about asking if Adrian might be out of control. Mike doesn't want to see police fighting in his own bar.
Mike couldn't be sure whether it was the private detective or the policeman who suffered the loss.
Kirk had a smile in his eyes, "This is still the Budweiser stage, there is still some room for the craft beer stage."
Mike clenched his right hand into a fist and tapped the table lightly, as if knocking on the door, "Adrian, slow down, slow down."
Adrian waved his hands irritably, indicating that he understood -
Adrian has been under a lot of pressure recently. It seems that the people in the Special Investigation Bureau have completely forgotten that they were the ones who suppressed the case in the first place. There are voices urging Adrian and Stephen to solve the case as soon as possible. Steve even hinted to him to find a homeless guy to take the blame.
Adrian didn't want to.
Even though he's a jerk, he has his limits.
However, he also knew that if things kept being delayed, the situation would get bigger and bigger and more intense, and sooner or later it would get out of control, and by then things would be out of his control. When the Special Investigation Bureau had to give an explanation to the public, he would have no choice but to "give" an explanation.
Anxious and irritable.
Adrian hadn't slept for fifty hours. If he stood up and closed his eyes, he would probably fall asleep like the foal.
Inevitably, the mood becomes a little irritable.
at this time!
Kirk watched Adrian calm down a little, then he spoke, "Indeed, the fortune cookies failed to connect everyone."
"However, after determining the entire timeline, I changed the direction of my investigation and went back to ask again."
Investigation requires asking the right questions to get the right answers.
In his first investigation, Kirk did not take Wallace into consideration at all and started with the victim, so he found nothing.
The second investigation started with Wallace, with the same place and the same object, but obtained completely different answers.
"On March 5, Wallace went to the Panda Express in Flushing to look for his former boss. That was his last job. The next day, Felicia Sands' body was found."
"On March 15, Wallace went to the Panda Express in Williamsburg to look for his friends, and there he and his friends distributed food to the homeless. Two days later, Dennis Curtis died."
"Now."
"Four people fit into the timeline of the senator's soup kitchen activities, and two people tie into the fortune cookies, which makes six."
"The common intersection of the six people is him."
Kirk's finger once again landed on Wallace Duke's name.
Adrian was slightly stunned, "What about Marlene Grove?"
This was the only exception, there were no yellow ribbons or fortune cookies, no way to tie it into any of the activities.
Kirk shook his head. He was also a little helpless. After all, things could not be perfect. "There is no contact for the time being."
"but."
"Adrian, this is our best chance now. He can link up with the six victims. Although these are two different events, the nature of the events is the same. They are both charity events for the homeless."
"We should start with him, investigate his alibi, and investigate his timeline. This is much better than continuing to search for garbage in the vast ocean."
Adrian was slightly shaken, but... "These so-called evidence and connections are all just inferences, not even indirect evidence."
"Maybe he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, that's all."
This time, Kirk didn't respond and just drank silently.
Adrian struggled for a moment, but finally took a small step forward. "What about his criminal record?"
Kirk paused for a moment while drinking, and then said vaguely, "I don't think this kind of murderer can be judged by a simple criminal record."
"Perhaps, they have been suppressing themselves and finally couldn't control themselves anymore and exploded. Perhaps, they have been observing, simulating, and experimenting, waiting until everything is perfect before taking action."
Adrian squinted his eyes and looked at Kirk carefully. At first he thought Kirk had forgotten to check the criminal record, but then he knew that this was impossible.
For the police, the first step in identifying a suspect is to investigate personal information and criminal records, and make a simple judgment and profile in their minds.
Kirk is an excellent private detective. There is no reason for him not to know this basic principle, and it is not difficult for him to investigate criminal records.
Then, Kirk's words also mean that -
Adrian quickly took out his cell phone and dialed the Special Investigation Bureau. There was still someone on duty.
"Hey, this is Adrian Guzman, your ID number is..."
Adrian glanced at Kirk. Kirk did not continue to explain himself at this time. He waited patiently with a calm face. But Adrian knew that this was a smokescreen and he could not trust Kirk easily. He still needed to confirm it himself.
"Yes, I need to investigate a person's basic information and criminal record."
"Wallace-Duke."
"Uh-huh..." Adrian glanced at Kirk sideways, and then mouthed a swear word to Kirk.
As a result, he saw a faint smile in Kirk's eyes, and Adrian became even more angry, "Hmm..."
Snapped.
Adrian hung up the phone and slowly turned his head, like a robot, staring at Kirk with laser light in his eyes, gritting his teeth and squeezing out each word from between his teeth.
"Dear Detective, the suspect you mentioned is a young man with a clean record and a promising future?"
"His only blot on his life was going to juvenile detention for stealing school supplies. School supplies!"
"Oh, God, what a terrible, cruel murderer."
"Moreover, he is currently studying at Monroe Community College. If all goes well, he will hopefully go to Cornell University to complete his studies!"
"Jesus Christ, my blood, ah, my blood just rushed up."
"Is this your suspect?"
“Is this the top suspect who brutally murdered seven homeless people and is still at large, taunting the NYPD?”
"This is our best option, are you sure?"
Now, Adrian finally understood what Kirk's expression just now meant. Apparently, even Kirk himself knew how outrageous it was.
