Chapter 168 [The case of the female judge being shot and killed in front of the bakery]

  The crime took place on Manhattan Island, not far from the Jacobs Federal Building. Roan and Lacey arrived at the target location in just a few minutes.

  The SUV parked slowly on the side of the road. Roan and Lacey unfastened their seat belts and jumped out of the car, walking quickly to the bakery opposite.

  The body was lying next to the car in front of the bakery.

   "Hi, I'm Roann Greenwood..."

  Seeing the cordon pulled up by NYPD, Roan subconsciously prepared to take out the golden badge in his pocket and introduce himself.

   But as soon as the words were spoken, the NYPD detective on the opposite side turned his head, walked over and patted Roan on the shoulder:

   "I didn't expect it to be you, Roan, this case was actually handed over to you!"

   Seeing the smile on the police detective's face, Roan also laughed:

   "So it's you, Detective Walton!"

  Detective Walton is a standard Texan. He happened to attend the barbecue party at Ryder's house with Roan yesterday, and even broke his wrist with Roan.

   After losing to Roan by arm wrestling, it was Detective Walton who gave Roan the card that only NYPD family members would get.

  Introduce Lacey's identity, and briefly reminiscing with Detective Walton, Roan glanced at the corpse covered in white cloth on the ground, and asked:

   "What's the situation at the scene?"

   "The victim's name is Carolina Belloz, 65 years old this year, and one of the judges in the New York court."

   Speaking of business, Detective Walton looked serious and put his hands on his hips:

   "That's why this case will be handed over to you."

  The murder of a judge is not a small case, and the NYPD decisively chose to hand over this case to the FBI.

  Roan bent down and lifted the white cloth to check the condition of the corpse. Lacey continued to ask:

   "Did something get stolen?"

   "Looks like not."

  Detective Walton shook his head:

   "Mobile phone, wallet, identification, cash, and handbag are all there, and no missing items were found."

   Lacey's face remained unchanged:

   "It does not appear to be a murder of passion sparked by a robbery."

   "Exactly."

   Roan beside the corpse nodded in response, then his eyes lit up, and he moved to the side of the car.

   Picking up two obviously used bullet casings from under the car, Roan smiled and got up and handed them to Detective Walton:

   "Please send someone to send them to the federal building later."

   "OK."

  Detective Walton nodded in agreement, and at the same time pointed to the white youth surrounded by several NYPD not far behind, and said:

   "He was the caller and an eyewitness to the incident."

   Roan and Lacey thanked Walton and immediately walked to the white youth.

   "I was planning to come to this bakery to buy something to eat just now."

  Seeing the FBI golden badges displayed by Roan and Lacey, the young man immediately replied:

   "Just after I passed the corner of the street, I heard two gunshots. When I saw someone shot and fell to the ground, I quickly called the police."

   "You're doing really well."

  Lacey took out a small notebook, and expressed her affirmation to the youth while recording, while Roan continued to ask:

   "Did you see the appearance of the shooter?"

   "No."

  The white youth shook his head, indicating that the murderer was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

   "But the guy was wearing blue jeans, a black jacket, and a gray hoodie."

  The young man immediately added, and pointed to the east of the bakery:

   “After the shot was fired, the guy just ran towards there.”

  Hearing the youth use "He" to describe each other, Roan continued to ask:

   "Are you sure that guy is a male?"

   "Exactly."

  The young man said that the murderer yelled before shooting, it was a man's voice, and he couldn't have heard it wrong.

   "What did the murderer shout?"

   "There are two sentences in total, I didn't hear the first sentence clearly."

  The young people spread their hands together:

   "The last sentence shouted: Now it's your turn."

"Wow."

  Hearing this, Lacey stopped writing, and Roan crossed his hands and hugged his chest:

   "Looks like a revenge case."

  —

  Investigation Team No. 5, Roan and Lacey participated in the meeting discussions via mobile phones.

  Augus stood at the front of the office area, holding a folder, loudly introduced the basic information of the victim, then looked at William, and asked:

   "Anything else to add?"

   "Carolina Belloz has been a judge for six years."

  William sat on the workstation and said while typing on the keyboard:

   "But most of the cases she has been in charge of in the last two years have been related to appeals in prison."

   "So what she faces are criminals in prison."

   Augustus closes the folder:

   “Has the victim received threatening letters or been followed?”

   "There is a case on record."

  Mona tapped the keyboard a few times, looked up and said:

   "Fourteen months ago, a gang member threatened Carolina by sending bullets.

  But less than a month after the gang member was released from prison, his head was chopped off because of a fight between gangs. "

   "An unlucky fellow."

   Augustus’ cell phone rang suddenly, he turned and walked into the meeting room, Roan said on the other end of the phone:

   "The death of a gang member does not mean that others have no hatred with Carolina. Some people can bear to take revenge on her after they are released from prison."

   "Yeah."

  All the detectives of investigation team No. 5 nodded in unison.

  Although the West does not have the original saying that a gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, but there are also the same sentences, with the same meaning.

   "Continue to investigate the case that Carolina has handled recently."

  Luo An was sitting in the car, remotely controlling the direction of the next investigation by the agents of the No. 5 investigation team, and then asked:

   "Mona, how is the surveillance around the crime scene doing?"

   "Only the camera in the flower shop next to the bakery recorded a little bit of the incident, and the surveillance in other places did not find the murderer."

  Mona showed the monitoring screen to the agents of the No. 5 investigation team, but Roan and Lacey couldn't see it, so she briefly described the situation in the monitoring, and finally concluded:

  "Carolina was driving a Jaguar, so it can be deduced that the murderer is about 1.8 meters tall.

   As for other content... Sorry, the clarity of the flower shop's surveillance is average, and the murderer is still wearing a mask, so I can't find any other useful information for the time being. "

"OK."

  Roan didn't say much, he pondered for a few seconds, and continued to ask:

   "How is the victim's family, such as financial status, marital relationship, etc.?"

  Mona tapped the keyboard a few times quickly, then frowned:

   "Karolina's husband died in a car accident two years ago, and her two daughters are a lawyer and a coffee shop owner.

  But the lawyer's daughter suddenly disappeared a year ago and her whereabouts are unknown.

  The daughter of the coffee shop owner became addicted to drugs two years ago, and died of a drug overdose six months ago. "

   "What?"

  After listening to Mona's description, and then thinking of the murderer's words "Now it's your turn", all the detectives of the No. 5 investigation team were startled, and Lacey in the SUV also became suspicious.

  Roan was silent for a moment, and asked with a serious face:

   "So, Carolina's family is now extinct, right?"

"No!"

  Mona on the other end of the phone reported an address and said:

   "Carolina Belloz has an older sister living in this world. For nearly a year, she has been living with Carolina."

   "OK."

  Let Mona and the No. 5 investigators dig deep into all the information about Carolina. Roan hung up the phone, started the SUV, kicked the accelerator, and rushed out in the direction of Carolina's sister's house.

  (end of this chapter)