companion ghost

Auston seemed to sense Casey's gaze, and he blew out a smoke ring that was half a smile: "Why are you staring at me?"

It wasn't embarrassing at all for Casey to be caught. She smiled brightly and said bluntly, "I always feel a little strange after you came back from undercover. Is everything going well?"

Alston said lightly: "It's almost half a year, what's going well or not?"

"Actually, you can apply for another vacation," Casey said. "After all, you won such a big case, and within a few days of vacation, you came back because of Shen's shooting."

"You don't know me, I can't stay idle," Alston took another drag on his cigarette, "It's better to come to work than to stay at home."

"I'm afraid that your identity change is not good," Casey sighed. "After all, you have been undercover for nearly two years this time. Have you solved your fake identity?"

"It can't be any more dead, it's all blown up," Alston obviously didn't want to continue this topic, and pouted at the computer, "Your results are out."

Casey quickly turned his gaze back to the computer screen, but the pop-up window showed "no matching results".

Casey frowned: "There is no missing person report for this deceased person in the missing persons database, or he is a high-risk group such as a homeless person, a male prostitute, and no one will report their disappearance, or he is voluntary. The one who left, no one even knew he was missing and killed."

Alston leaned closer to him and looked at the screen, turned off the e-cigarette with his right hand and threw it aside: "Is this the case in Queens this morning?"

"Yes," Casey said, pointing to the computer screen, "The deceased was found at the corner of a slum street in Queens. One street to the left of that place is a slum, and two streets to the right are a medium-sized community. It is currently uncertain. Which economic region the deceased came from."

Auston nodded: "Since there is no missing person database, then go to other databases to check to see if there is a DNA record."

"I think so too," Casey smiled, "Then please lend me another half an hour from the captain's office."

Austin: "..."

When will the WIFI repairer come?

After 10 minutes, the old man-like network finally spit out the result mercifully—no result, but he was matched with someone with 23 pairs of chromosomes in his DNA.

Talking is better than nothing, Casey thought so, and casually pulled a piece of paper from Auston's paper drawer and copied his name, address and other personal information on it.

After copying, he said to Alston: "Thank you, cheerleader, I'm going to work."

Auston waved to him, motioning him to get out quickly.

Casey took the limp facial tissue, walked into the public office and shouted, "There's a clue!"

Everyone heard the sound, and it seemed that Ning Yuan was also leaning against the door of his office with a cup in his hand, waiting to hear his new clues.

Casey waved the tissue triumphantly: "I didn't find a matching DNA for the deceased in the missing persons database, but I found his mother—Abby Slintel in the national database."

Ning Yuan held back his laughter, and couldn't bear to tell Casey that his actions just now were very similar to those who solicited customers at the gate of a brothel in ancient China.

Casey didn't know what Ning Yuan was thinking at all, he was still immersed in the excitement of discovering the clue: "I checked Abby's information, she is 46 years old this year, and her husband is Andrew Slintel, she is her first wife. Second husband. Her first husband, Yali Barton, died in a car accident. She has a son, Sean Barton, 18 years old. After marrying Andrew, she gave birth to a daughter, Aphra Slintel, 10 years old."

Gloria was playing with a pen in her hand: "Why is Abby's DNA in the system? Does she have a criminal record? Is she still a civil servant?"

"Neither," Casey shook her head, "she donated blood."

Dino raised a question: "Can you confirm that the deceased is Sean Button?"

"It's possible, but I'm not sure," Casey touched his chin. "Why don't we both make sure?"

Dino smiled, stood up with the car keys, and Casey picked up his coat and threw it to him: "Take your coat, Abby's house is not in New York, we have to go across the river【Note】."

Dino took the jacket: "New Jersey?"

Casey raised an eyebrow.

That's what 'is' for.

Dino frowned, "You haven't rested yet after you came back, so let Jerry or Gloria come with me."

"It's okay," Casey waved his hand, "I won't be able to sleep when I go back now, let's go."

Dino looked at the blue and black circles under his deep eye sockets, and felt distressed, but he also knew that Casey was such a stubborn person, he couldn't listen to what he said, so he had to take his sports car when he got the car keys I hope he can sleep in the car and sleep more comfortably.

Casey was dumbfounded: "Why are you driving your car?"

Dino lied without blushing and heartbeat: "The police car has been sent to be washed."

Casey squinted at him: "Just make it up."

You drove back from the scene of the crime just now, and now you are sending it to be washed?

Dino wasn't embarrassed to be exposed by him. He rubbed Casey's golden hair with a gentle smile, and opened the driver's door: "Get in the car."

Casey was stunned for a while before opening the co-pilot's door.

Dino is like a jar of honey that exudes a tempting sweet fragrance. It seems to be tightly covered, but in fact, he would move a little gap from time to time to let the fragrance float into his nose impartially, arousing his heart. Doom the heart of repressed feelings.

Kathy sat down on the expensive and comfortable seat, and closed her eyes in evasion.

Jersey City, New Jersey

The roar from far and near stopped abruptly, and nine out of ten passers-by could not take their eyes off this rare top sports car, but this car stopped at the always honest Sirin The door of the Tell family.

The car door opened, and the people who got out of the car were Dino and Casey.

Casey just fell asleep in the car, and now he is much more energetic, and is no longer as depressed as before.So he stretched after getting out of the car, walked to the door of Slintel's house and rang the doorbell.

A minute later, the door was opened, and a brown-haired woman appeared in the hall, looking at them very puzzled: "Can I help you?"

Kathy asked, "Are you Abby Slinter?"

The brown-haired woman nodded and hesitated, "...what's the matter?"

Casey hesitated for a while, organized his words, and took out a pistol from his arms: "We are officers of the Homicide Division of the Manhattan Branch of the New York City Police Department, I want to ask... is your son Sean Barton at home? "

Abby's expression moved slightly when she heard the first part of Casey's sentence, and her face darkened when she heard the second part: "Sean...he has been missing for more than two years." After all, she seemed to think of something , two blushes appeared on his face excitedly: "Officers, have you found my son? Where is he? Is he okay these days?"

Casey opened his mouth, and Dino took his next sentence, which was also the most difficult to utter: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I hope you can go to New York with us to confirm whether it is Sean .”

Bright brilliance burst out of Abby's eyes, and she said hello in multiple voices, but suddenly, her figure swayed, and all the blush on her face faded to paleness. Her throat rolled, and she asked in a hoarse voice: "Is it... something happened to him? Is he not conscious? Why do you want me to confirm it?"

Dino was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "...The condolences will change."

The author has something to say: [Note]: Across the river: There is a Hudson River in New York City, and New Jersey is on the opposite side of the river.