The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 344

At this moment, Julie Finn hurried over and handed over a fingerprint comparison result.

"Nick found a complete fingerprint on the bloody note, which was compared with the headboard and the fingerprints provided by TC Riordan."

Russell took the report with some curiosity, "Aren't all computers and equipment down? How did you compare them?"

Julie Finn smiled bitterly and handed over a magnifying glass, "Easy to judge the fingerprint type. Don't overestimate everyone. No one can compare fingerprints with the naked eye anymore."

"Well." Russell pursed his lips, nodded to express understanding, and then handed the report to Detective Brace.

"The fingerprints on the headboard and the fingerprints on the blood book are of the same type. They are both rare tent-shaped patterns. These are the fingerprints of TC's ten fingers that we collected. They are regular dustpan-shaped patterns, reverse dustpan-shaped patterns, and swirling patterns. Only There are no tent patterns.”

The old detective sighed, "Okay, okay, I'm going to arrange for people to bring TC Riordan's mother-in-law Patricia, and whatnot, and Karen, the psychic, to the police station."

He paused, still trying to stick to his previous judgment, "The three golden hours of the missing child case have long passed. Should we do a good job?"

Suddenly, a police officer hurried into the office, looking a little excited, "The kidnapper called."

The old detective spread his hands and said, "You are all right, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Mr. Riordan, are you saying that you store more than 200 million worth of jewelry in the safe at home?" Jack felt that Russell's tone had changed a little.

TC Riordan's hand holding the phone couldn't help but tremble. He managed to restrain his excitement and said in a trembling voice, "I need to know first if my son is okay?"

This kidnapper's request is a bit strange. Anyone who has watched two police movies these days can blurt out his demand for ransom, or old banknotes with serial numbers.

Russell continued to write on the paper, "Ask him questions."

"It's Saturn."

But the voice of the voice changer came again on the phone, "Palermo parking lot, third floor, take all the jewelry in the safe. Arrive at eight in the morning. The contact person will wear a red hat."

<divclass="contentadv">The kidnapper then hung up the phone.

"Dad, I'm so scared." The child was very good and didn't cry.

The kidnapper's call was made directly to TC Riordan's mobile phone, using a voice changer that was already in use.

Jack looked at the old detective and signaled that he had no problem.

"Do you think the kidnapper may be among them?" Russell's implication is that whichever one is chosen is the one he thinks is more suspicious.

"Mr. Riordan, may I ask how many jewelry you store in your safe?" Jack asked curiously.

"Then, Mr. Riordan, I will immediately arrange for the police to escort you home to pick up the jewelry. After that, I need you to make a list and approximate value of the jewelry."

"Eight o'clock in the morning?" The old detective looked at the time, "We still have 4 hours."

For a moment, even the old detective couldn't hold on to his previous judgment. Could it be that this TC Riordan is really an infatuated person? Or are all rich people so willful?

"Let him prove that the child is still alive."

Although he didn't know the net worth of this rich man, judging from the popularity of reports that year, it was at least in the tens of millions.

"In order to seize the time, let's ask questions separately then?" Russell turned his attention to Jack again.

"Then you choose first. I don't have any ideas yet and there is too little information." Jack humbly conceded.

Russell took a notebook and a pen from the desk nearby and handed them to him, then took another one for himself, tore off a page, and wrote a few words in a flash.

"Okay, does anyone else know about this? I mean you put so many expensive jewelry in the safe." Jack asked.

Then a child's voice came from the phone, "Dad!"

Then Detective Burress looked at Russell, "I need a CSI to accompany our police officers to verify the authenticity of the jewelry when it is taken out of the safe."

"You can see them in an hour at most. Everyone has been picked up." The old detective looked at the time on his watch again, then hurriedly left to arrange manpower.

"Leave it to me," Julie Finn volunteered, "I still have some experience with jewelry."

"Hubble!" TC breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone else around him also breathed a sigh of relief.

TC nodded, understanding that this was to further verify his identity, "Baby, tell me, what is the name of the planet between Jupiter and Uranus with the big halo?"

The tone of the voice changer did not rise and fall, and no emotion could be heard. "Who wants to know, you or the police?"

Because under normal circumstances, jewelry is difficult to get rid of, and the stolen goods are severely discounted. If you sell the stolen goods on the black market, you will be lucky to get a fraction of the actual value.

Obviously the other party seems to be very aware of the situation here, at least knowing that a report has been made.

Russell nodded and warned the old detective, "We need to talk to Patricia Lydecker and the psychic as soon as possible."

TC answered a number absentmindedly, making everyone on the side numb.

"You're awesome, baby Hubble, are you okay?" TC was relieved and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Mr. Riordan, please prepare a pen and paper and write down what I want to say next."

"Can't you find any other good place to keep them? For example, a bank?" The old detective also found it incredible. Are all rich people so willful?

TC looked up at everyone, with a little confusion in his eyes, "Yes, most of them belong to my wife Natalie. I just want to keep her things around me. Sometimes at night, I will take them out and look at them. "

"OK, which one do you choose?" Jack said obediently.

At this time, TC Riordan was invited into a real conference room. When everyone arrived, they heard the voice of the robber who was released.

"It's me, I want to know." TC saw his gesture and said quickly.

"My mother-in-law, Patricia, Patricia Lydecker."

The old police detective also stood beside TC, without making a sound, he just stretched out his index finger and nodded at TC.

"Then let me ask Patricia Lydecker, are you in charge of the psychic? I heard that those who do psychics are all psychological experts. Maybe you can communicate."

Russell's joke was not malicious. If scientists have their own folk science, then fortune tellers and psychics can indeed be called wild psychological experts.

And unlike those civil sciences that are more popular in the scientific field, these wild psychological experts have mastered many very practical psychological tricks and talking skills.