Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

Red's phone vibrated.Before answering, she glanced at the caller ID and said, "It's Royston Winston from the London Fire Brigade." "Hello," Red answered the phone and turned his back.Out of politeness, Terry and McKinsey tried not to listen, and each found something to divert their attention. Terry tapped the screen casually, rearranged the London Underground map, and superimposed a transparent London Overground map on top. McKinsey rereads the fire report. From time to time, I heard Red mention Taylor and Harris, and the two exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.As the conversation progressed, it could be seen that Red's inner excitement just now was gradually fading.

Finally Red turned to face them both. "Obviously, those two guys just arrived twenty minutes ago. Royston must have had a bad impression of them. Not to mention an hour late, and wearing ordinary clothes with no protection at all. Needless to say, I know that hour Certainly not for reading reports." Terry asked, "Is anyone hungry, boss?" Red looked at Terry suspiciously. "hungry?" "I heard you say eat beef jerky." Red and McKenzie laughed. "That's slang, Terry," Red explained. "Eating beef jerky means getting a ticket. Obviously, the funny brothers ran halfway to eat breakfast or something, and they parked in the wrong place and got a ticket. Then they went to the scene of the crime in suits and leather boots, and then went to visit the office building. Like. The good news is that Royston told me that Jess offered to watch the surveillance video to find the criminal who was watching the fire outside the scene. The bad news is that he said there is no surveillance video on the front and rear doors of the building."

"It's a pretty good idea to have," McKenzie said. "It means there's some hope in him. The question is, Terry, is there hope for the three of us? I just went through the fire report again and there's nothing in it about the wheelchair. What the hell are you inferring?" Terry pointed his chin in the direction of the screen. "Holmes said that it's a problem if you watch but don't observe." He smiled a little embarrassedly. "By the time we see the surveillance footage from Clapham Junction, I'll wager we'll see a tall 12-foot guy pushing his accomplice in a wheelchair and re-entering the station at night. I guess the tall guy is giving Someone in a wheelchair having fun, probably his brother."

"Probably the younger brother," Red repeated. "You know, I like the speculation, Terry. If you're right, it's easy to find the culprit. But I still don't see what it's based on." Terry stood up and pointed at the screen. “The first image we put on the stack is crucial, but it can be very misleading,” she explains. "When we superimposed the map of the London Underground on top of the map of the crime locations, we could see a vague pattern, as if the offenders were only using the rail some of the time, but not at other times." "Exactly," McKenzie said. "Sometimes it does, but other times it doesn't."

"Let me finish first," Terry continued. "When I first came to London, I liked the railway here very much. I used to call it the 'subway'. But in fact the railway here is very complicated. For example, there are three or four stations connected together. You think they are on the map. They are all on the same line, one next to the other, but they are not. I don’t know how many times I got lost and wasted time because of this. It was only later that I realized that those stations are independent, and their exits on the road are almost all connected to each other. Not related."

"So?" McKinsey was a little impatient. "So the first thing I noticed was the first few cases in the circle. They took Finchley as the axis and happened to gather several railway stations on the Northern Line." Terry drew on the subway map A circle is drawn to enclose the end of the black northern line. "Three of the stations have white signs for disabled access." "A lot of normal people use the disabled access, Terry," McKenzie retorted. "Could be a complete coincidence. Unless other rail stations around the site of the crime have disabled access."

"That's the point, quickie. What if we delete the Tube map and replace it with the London Overground map," Terry said, changing the map. "... We can see very clearly that there is a train station that can be easily reached on foot around almost every crime scene. Every station has access for the disabled." "Whereas there are no nearby disabled-marked train stations, such as the bakery building on Wandsworth Road, all have underground stations," Raid added. "Terry, you're so smart!" "Too many coincidences are not coincidences," McKinsey reluctantly admits. "Then target a tall guy in a size 12 shoe and a guy in a wheelchair. How long before we get the Clapham surveillance footage, boss?"

"One of the benefits of post-terrorist attacks is the ease of access to surveillance footage. I'm applying now and I can get it when I get back from my lunch break." "Lunch break? Boss, aren't we working overtime?" "There are priorities, Maizi." Red said. "I have to be home with the kids at noon today. But if the video arrives early, you can watch it first. The sooner the case is closed, the sooner we can solve other cases at hand."