Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Seven

Monday was a fine day, and McCarthy's mood was as sunny as the weather. When he drove through the gate of the police station in a brand-new Mercedes-Benz E-class, which was a class higher than he had planned, he seemed to feel that everyone was paying attention to him.He happily turned the car into the underground garage and parked in the fixed parking space that belonged to him.The silver-gray Mercedes-Benz E350 shone with a low-key and luxurious light. His car instantly jumped from the most shabby in the special parking area to the most dazzling. compared to. Flawless - that's exactly what I deserve.

McCarthy walked into the garage elevator, pressed down on the floor of the robbery team, and greeted the glory that belonged to him proudly. But the expected welcome ceremony did not happen. When McCarthy walked into the big office of the robbery team, everyone was working step by step in their respective seats, just like usual Monday.The inspector went straight to his glass cubicle, and no one greeted him all the way. It was just the calm before the storm, McCarthy thought consolingly, maybe someone wanted to surprise me, maybe they were all jealous of me, I wasn't lucky this time—God only knows how much I paid for this case.

When he settled down in his leather swivel chair, he realized that Miss Anne had forgotten to make him coffee—he was just getting used to having someone else serve him.McCarthy picked up the phone and dialed the internal line of the administrative secretary. It rang twice before he remembered that when he passed Miss Anne's desk just now, there seemed to be no one there, otherwise she would have said "good morning" to me .Well, it seems that today's coffee can only be done by yourself. McCarthy picked up the coffee cup, and the door was suddenly pushed open without knocking on the door in advance.

By the way, it's Monday, and as luck would have it, Agent Jeffrey Adams, visiting him from the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, will bring him a nice cup of coffee.Although he had expected all this, he still had to show appropriate surprise and anger. When the inspector pretended to frown and looked at the door in surprise, the man who opened the door really surprised him—no, not the federal agent, but Deputy Director Kevin Schneider Puth, followed by Jason, the red-haired woman from the forensics team, and two uniformed policemen.A few people entered one after another, and the narrow glass compartment instantly became crowded.

"Put down what you're holding, Ian McCarthy," ordered the Deputy Commissioner, "raise your hands and put them where I can see them." The inspector put down the coffee cup with a confused face: "What happened?" "Officer Hardy, Officer Leslie, go and confiscate McCarthy's gun and badge." Deputy Director Kevin ignored McCarthy's question and continued to give orders.The two uniformed officers standing at the rear stepped forward, one of whom roughly grabbed McCarthy's hands, while the other took the pistol from his waist and reached into the inside pocket of his suit.The officer holding his hands was in his early thirties and looked as muscular as a football quarterback in braces, and the detective's shoulders were no wider than his chest.Although he struggled hard, but to no avail, the police officer who searched took his badge, ID, and then searched his ankles, confirming that there was no gun there.

"What the hell is going on?" the Inspector yelled. "Listen carefully, you bastard!" the deputy chief pointed at his nose and roared in a voice as loud as his. "You are no longer the detective, Ian McCarthy, you are now a serial murder suspect. , and suspected of killing and forging evidence at the scene to frame and frame the robbery team detective Frank Kepler. Now I am arresting you on behalf of the Pittsburgh Police Department. You have the right to remain silent..." The deputy began reading the "Miranda Rules" to McCarthy while the officer behind him handcuffed his hands behind his back with his own.The serial murders, the murders, the blaming—it all happened so quickly that McCarthy was completely bewildered.

"We should have arrested you yesterday, but Jason begged me not to arrest you in front of your wife and children. He assured me that you would never run away. You really came to work in a big way? Still buy Got a new car? Do you think you can really lie? You bastard!" "Hey, you guys are mistaken, there is a misunderstanding here..." McCarthy defended panickedly. "Wrong?" Kevin Schnepes snatched the inspection report from Catherine of the forensics team and slammed it on the table. "Do you know what this is? This is the pubic hair of the third victim." A clump of hair, a pubic hair, but it didn't belong to the victim, good luck for us, but deadly bad luck for the real killer - guess what we got? One that can be used for DNA comparison hair follicles, it matches your DNA, McCarthy. The proof is overwhelming! Unless you happen to have a twin who will take the blame for you, you can't get away."

McCarthy's head was about to explode, remorse filled his chest, and Katherine Gretchen—he finally remembered her name.What he said at the second murder scene before the time earthquake began to echo in his mind: "I checked the victim's lower body carefully, and found no hair that did not belong to the deceased. Most premeditated rapists shaved Pubic hair..." He was so impressed by the bleach part that he completely forgot what she said earlier - how could he forget?Damn, it's only a little short! Two burly uniformed officers dragged McCarthy from behind the desk.The deputy chief patted Jason on the shoulder: "Jason, you were the one who pulled out this bastard. From now on, this is your case, and the interrogation is up to you. Hurry up, we have to catch up at night." Hold a press conference before prime time!"

Jason made a "no problem" gesture, then looked at his ex-partner and former detective who was firmly restrained with pity, and ordered the two police officers: "Interrogation Room No. 3!"