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"How do you know George Bolton liked orange soda? There's nothing in his file about it."

After leaving the mental hospital, which had a security level far higher than that of an ordinary prison, Aubrey raised the questions in his mind.

The empty bottle in Jack's hand drew a beautiful arc and fell accurately into a trash can marked "recyclable" on the roadside, making a crisp sound of glass collision.

"No, I don't know, but I do know that if I hadn't asked for the bottle back, he would have accidentally broken it, hidden a piece of the broken glass, and later used it to cut one of the guards' necks."

"Ah" Aubrey opened his mouth wide and couldn't say anything for a long time.

It was already late at night when the two returned to Richmond. Inside the police station, a group of people were yawning and flipping through documents, looking listless.

Almost everyone cheered when they saw Jack and Aubrey walking into the meeting room carrying large bags of food.

The two richest guys in the group are treating us to a midnight snack, so of course we can't just get two pizzas to get by.

The quality of high-end Chinese restaurants in Richmond is not inferior to those in New York. Jack even saw dishes such as chicken tofu pudding and stuffed yellow croaker in soup on the menu, which are quite demanding.

Of course, there is no need to order such exquisite dishes when eating takeout for midnight snacks, and they cannot waste an hour or two waiting for this while handling a case.

However, the braised pork in brown sauce, fried shrimps, broccoli in soup and other dishes served with Yangzhou fried rice are enough to satisfy everyone.

As a Muggle who only enjoyed Jack himself but had never been influenced by his cooking skills, Jane Banner was quite satisfied with just the packed Chinese meals.

"I called some informants and their statements confirmed what I said before. All the related extremist groups have been quiet recently and there has been no talk about the victim Valerie and her husband."

Jack smiled back as a way of thanking her for her help. Given their current relationship, there was no need for too many words of thanks, not to mention that Hannah and Jiejie were staring at them with eager eyes.

He clearly didn't order any dishes like sweet and sour pork ribs, but there was always a faint sense of jealousy in the meeting room.

Jack coughed lightly and turned to look at Jubal, "Any progress in the investigation of patient Valerie?"

"Almost nothing." Jubal nodded to Alice, who displayed a row of photo archives on the screen.

"We reviewed all the patient lists and cross-referenced the antisocial personality traits you mentioned with their past violent criminal histories, and selected six of them.

Assault, domestic violence, schizophrenia, PTSD, violent tendencies, etc., but after verification, it was confirmed that all of the above guys had pretty solid alibis. "

"How reliable?" Aubrey helped Alice clean up the lunch box in front of her, looking like a good wife.

"Three are currently in psychiatric hospitals, two are wearing electronic shackles, and one is currently out of the country."

Clay sighed. Although eliminating suspects was an essential part of solving a case, it was bound to make people feel a little frustrated.

Jack was not surprised by this. Simple cases usually did not fall into their hands. This was determined by the cosmic will of this world.

"So, either there is something wrong with the direction of our investigation, or the murderer is hiding among those on the list with no criminal record?"

Seeing that everyone was even more sleepy after the meal, Jack winked at Jubal and said, "Why don't we go back to the hotel and rest? The list is still so long, and it's impossible to finish it all in one night. Maybe new clues will come out tomorrow."

Jubal hesitated for a moment, then stood up, clapped his hands, and told everyone to disperse. There was no possibility of a serial killer committing the crime in this case, so there was really no need to rush into it.

Before Jane could say anything, Jiejie smiled and put her arm around her shoulders. "There should be no one next to my room. Why don't you book that room tonight? We can have a drink and chat about some girly topics. Hannah and I have always been very curious about the Wind River Valley case."

Hannah on the side made a face at Jack and agreed with a smile.

Three monks can't have water to drink, right? Seeing Jane, with a wry smile on her face, being dragged away by two girls again, Jack shrugged, picked up the car keys and sent the girls back to the hotel.

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Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Jack received an email from New York, and the results of the bullet fragments he had sent to the CSI laboratory were out.

While eating breakfast and printing out the information, Jack smiled and greeted everyone who returned to the conference room. "It seems that we are lucky this time. This bullet came from a registered Colt .38 pistol."

Aubrey took the coffee from him and asked casually, "Another murder?"

"No, it was an accidental discharge of a gun." Jack handed him the printed information, "You will never guess who that gun belongs to."

"Nathan Curtis? Who is this?" Aubrey shook the thin A4 paper in confusion.

"The male neighbor who reported the crime?" Jubal paused as he reached for a muffin from the paper bag. "Damn it, he acted so convincingly that he successfully fooled both you and me."

Jack didn't comment on whether they were deceived or not, and poured himself another cup of coffee. "Clay is on his way to his house with the police, and they should be able to bring our enthusiastic neighbor back soon."

There were no unexpected plots, and Clay successfully "invited" his enthusiastic neighbor Nathan Curtis back to the police station.

The other party thought he was there to assist in the investigation and was not handcuffed. It was not until he was invited into the interrogation room and Jubal made the accusation with a serious face that he suddenly realized what was going on and his face quickly turned red.

"Are you crazy? Valerie and I were friends, how could I possibly kill her?"

Jubal pushed the results of the ballistic analysis in front of him. "But the evidence shows that the gun in your name killed her. Friendly reminder, I don't recommend that you ask to see a lawyer now. It will only increase your suspicion."

"What guns? My guns are in my gun cabinet. I certainly don't need to see a lawyer."

However, when his eyes fell on the pistol in the photo, Nathan Curtis's words stopped abruptly, "Damn it, why is it this one?"

Seeing his face turn pale in an instant, Jubal tapped the table lightly as a reminder, "Believe me, telling you everything you know now is the best thing to do."

"Damn it. I really don't want to talk about the past." Nathan Curtis covered his face, his tone full of frustration.