Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Two

There is no doubt that the murderer is a policeman! It has nothing to do with Facebook at all, the inefficient search mode, the friend authentication mechanism that is easy to leave clues, and the IQ displayed by the murderer, he has no reason to choose such a channel to pick his prey, and the CIRIS system is a The near-perfect "roster", until now, the inspector still remembers the convenience of CIRIS and the level of detail of the information.Although a record of inquiries is left, CIRIS receives thousands of inquiries every day, and even the Home Office rarely pays attention to these large and complex inquiry histories, which are regarded as spam most of the time.

Being a police officer also offers conveniences unmatched by all other professions.McCarthy finally understands why the killer can quickly gain the trust of the victim, and it is not because of his appearance-other than the identity of an eBay buyer, what else can make people feel less vigilant than a police badge? McCarthy called Jason Gregg's cell phone number, and just as Laura said, his cell phone was turned off.An ominous premonition arose in the inspector's heart. He frantically took out the business card Heko Hamada left for him from the inside pocket of the suit on the back of the chair, dialed the handwritten mobile phone number, and the call jumped directly to voice The mailbox, dialed twice in a row, is the same.

hell!What the hell! The pale, lifeless body of Kako Hamada lying on the mortuary table reappeared in McCarthy's mind.He didn't even bother to take his coat, grabbed the car keys on the table, rushed out of the office, and went straight to the parking lot downstairs. Before starting his old Ford Mercury, McCarthy forced himself to calm down and think about where to go first. "Last time" the body was found in the parking lot, but the detective already knew that it was only the place where the body was dumped, not the first scene of the crime, so the only way to go there was to collect her body; just go to Aximo Company to investigate The inquiry history records of the three victims can find out who inquired about Hamada Kako's files besides him, but thinking of the warning given to him by George of the Intelligence and Resource Group, McCarthy immediately dismissed that idea—there is no need to apply for a search It is a delusion to make it possible to enter that high-security place to investigate and collect evidence. If you miss the opportunity while waiting, it may be a worse choice than the first location. What's more, even if you don't go to Aximo, McCarthy has already confirmed object of suspicion.It might be possible to get George to help triangulate her phone, but with the caution of the murderer in the two murders that have already occurred, her phone has probably been disassembled and thrown into a trash can in an alley.It is even more impossible to track the murderer with a mobile phone number. It is impossible for a police detective who is familiar with the CIRIS system to fail to notice the item "Trackable GPS track" in the information list. The mobile phone is far away from his side; are the only two last choices, the Maybrick company building and the home of Kako Hamada?The chances of her being in either place are pretty slim, but maybe someone has a valuable clue...

Just as McCarthy was hesitating, his cell phone rang like crazy.McCarthy took out his mobile phone, an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen, and he pressed the "answer" button. "McCarthy, who are you?" A woman's sobbing voice came from the other side of the receiver, with a perfect New York accent: "I killed him..." "what?" "I killed him, Ian. He attacked me, shot me, goddamn it hurts like hell, why didn't you tell me it hurts to get shot in body armor? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...but I killed him with the gun you gave me!"

"Are you shot in any part of the body other than the body armor? Are you injured, Kayla?" "I don't think so, hell, it hurts like hell, ah... But I think I'm fine, the guy took two shots and hit the body armor!" "What about the murderer? Are you sure he's dead?" "I think so, I shot him three times, all in the chest, and he's been lying there motionless for five minutes. I'm sure he's dead!" "Where are you? Tell me where you are, Kayla!" "I don't know where this is, there's no cell signal here, I'm in a cabin. Wait, let me see, I think I remember the way I got here, on the north side of the city, on Highway 9 toward Great Lakes , get off the first exit on the outskirts of the city, and drive west for about twenty miles, you will see a large oak forest on both sides of the road, the leaves are all gone, you can see the forest from the road. There is a car there The path in and out, drive along the road, and there is a cabin fifty feet away. Damn, it’s not small, it’s a two-story vacation cabin. Come on, Ian!” Although there was a crying sound, but Hamada Kako's description is still clear and organized.

"Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes, Kayla, did you call 911?" "No, hell, do you think I'm a fool? I took out that son of a bitch with your gun and the first call I thought of was calling you." "Okay, don't call the police until I get here, okay, Kayla?" "I get it, you fucking come on! By the way, that guy, that serial killer, is a fucking cop too! He said he worked with you, shit!" "I know, I already know who he is! Wait for me, Kayla, I'm on my way! Stay there and don't touch anything!" Asshole, asshole, I should have thought of that sooner!McCarthy had a mixture of excitement and frustration at the moment.He should have thought of that when he was looking at that file on CIRIS.He started the car, turned onto the highway, stepped on the accelerator, pushed the old Ford Mercury to the limit of its performance, and drove northward.

The cabin was not easy to find, and Heko Hamada's estimate of the distance was completely wrong, but with her description of the environment and the detective's years of experience as a police officer, McCarthy found the cabin hidden in the woods within 40 minutes. Two storey log house.The wooden house was built on the hillside of a small hill, surrounded by thick fallen leaves, and the ground was very humid. Through the winter forest, a small lake not far away could be seen.Like all remote woodland cottages, the two-story log home exuded a peace that the city lacked, but McCarthy felt a palpitation in his chest at the thought of the crime it concealed.

When he saw the Toyota "Land Cruiser" painted dark green parked at the door of the wooden house, the inspector was sure that this was the place he was looking for.Another cunning trick, McCarthy thought bitterly. The inspector parked his Mercury next to the "Land Cruiser", jumped out, and drew his pistol. His overcoat and coat were left in the police office. The cold in the forest made him shiver, but he went around first. After walking around the wooden house and making sure that there was no one around, he walked to the door and shouted loudly, "Kayla, are you inside? Can you hear me?"

A familiar female voice came from the room: "Yes, I can hear you, Ian?" "It's me, I'm coming in, don't shoot me!" McCarthy kicked open the wooden door, and at the same time raised his gun to investigate the environment inside the house.Even in this case, beware of an attack by a murderer who lures the police as a hostage. The fire in the fireplace was blazing, and a gust of warm air rushed in from the room. In the field of vision, apart from Hamada Kako, who was sitting on the armrest of the sofa with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, there was no other person.

McCarthy flashed into the room, closed the door, and took two steps forward to see the body sprawled on the floor between the sofa and coffee table—the "coin" he'd been hunting for three, no, six weeks. Killer," now lying face down in a pool of his own blood, his hands in plastic gloves, a nylon rope in his left hand, and a nine-millimeter Beretta in his right, his blond hair surrounded by lights and fires Flickering under the light of the man - McCarthy approached slowly, carefully turned the body over, and Frank Kepler's blood-stained, distorted but still young and handsome face appeared in front of him.