Chapter 234

Then a hand grabbed his wrist tightly, a little stronger than he expected, and he felt a pain.

Hardy almost jumped like he was being pricked, and he turned his head so hard that he nearly twisted his neck. And Olga Molozze was standing beside him staring at him, his eyes like a blazing cold fire.

"I see." Olga said succinctly.

Hardy slumped almost as if he had been drained of energy.

He wanted to ask something, but the words were all choked in his throat, hard to spit out. Olga nodded lightly at him, her lips almost twisted into a sneer.

"Let me quote him, he said, 'Use your resources'." This man—former FBI, professor of criminal psychology at Westland State University, and the most senior in the behavioral analysis department in nearly a decade Excellent profiler - narrated in a flat voice, "Bart, in case you forgot, I am your resource."

Chapter 62 Isaac's Altar 04

It's exactly eleven o'clock.

McCard rushed off the tarmac, and John Garcia had to trot behind him to catch him.

Most of his crew were in North Carolina dealing with a bad kidnapping for ransom case, and they were the only two who ended up in Westland - no surprise, given that "one guy was around all the crime scenes" This kind of strange coincidence, the judge may not even sign the search warrant, there is no need for everyone to make such a trip for a subpoena.

Garcia's voice was mixed with excitement and confusion, and he asked, "Sir, do you think...?"

"I don't think it's likely a coincidence that Molozer and the suspect appear together." McCard frowned, "I didn't particularly think Hunter was the murderer because he really didn't fit the profile... but the profile It would be wrong to write, but if Molozer showed interest in him and even left Westland State with him—"

Although he has always been reluctant to admit it, Olga Molozze is rarely wrong.

"But why did she go with the suspect? If that person is really the murderer, she should at least call the police?" Garcia asked sharply, obviously during his time in the ministry, he also learned from his colleagues. I have heard many legends of Olga in my ears.

McCard didn't answer, but he was really thinking about the question he had thought many times before - namely, would Olga really do that? Will her curiosity slip into the dark abyss one day, so that she will become an accomplice to the criminal?

Since she has been in contact with the suspect, her own position is also worth considering - if Hunter is really the murderer, Olga will definitely be able to detect clues after seeing him. But since she hasn't made any movement yet, she must be hiding something.

Will she eventually defect to the murderer? When she finally gave in to that guilty pleasure and terrifying curiosity...

"Anyway," McCard murmured, sounding very solemn, "I have to talk to her."

Eleven point seven.

"I suspect that the name of 'The Butcher' is Jerome McAdam." Olga said with reason.

"What, what?" Hardy couldn't help stammering, not to mention that he had just encountered the desperate situation where his wife and daughter were all kidnapped by serial killers, he said that Olga rushed in and said to people, "I know what you have on your body. What happened and I found the murderer for you" is a bit unbearable.

"It's a long story. It involves a bounty hunter. It doesn't matter." Olga waved his hand and decided to leave the story of Hunter first, otherwise the story will be a bit too long. , "Anyway I'm investigating the serial killer, and I've delineated it by profile. The most likely suspect is Jerome McAdam - twenty-four years old, living alone; he's a family violence victim , according to the records of the local social worker, his mother favored his younger brother and beat him often. In short, she was deprived of custody. McAdam grew up in a welfare home; he had a record of fighting, theft and arson when he was a teenager, and his appearance also matched Some eyewitness testimony."

Hardy digested the information quickly, thought for a moment, then admitted: "A standard serial killer template."

"—Standards are boring, not to say that all serial killers urinate and set fires." Olga snorted lazily, "and now it's almost certain that he bought a stolen car with a license plate exchanged and repainted. I went to the scene of the crime, but I guess there is not enough time to start investigating the black car market in Westland, where are you investigating?"

"Compare the cars passing by in front of my daughter's school with those in front of my house," Hardy admitted. "It's difficult. My house is near the main road, and there are too many cars—not to mention the school gate."

"When did Clara disappear?" Olga asked, looking beyond Hardy to the windows of surveillance footage lined up on the screen.

"Before the handicraft class starts, between 9:10 and 9:30." Hardy replied immediately, and he asked this kind of information very clearly after he went to school.

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