Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 273 - Call Your Family When You’re In Trouble

Chapter 273 Call Your Family When You’re In Trouble

Luke listened to the call, only to be stunned. He simply said, “Got it.”
Jennifer appeared calm, but her eyes were fixed on the detective. She asked, “What happened?”
Luke leaned back in his chair and looked up at the blue sky. “Miss Manny Scott just passed away in the hospital.”
Various emotions flashed across Jennifer’s face, before she eventually sighed and covered her face with a hat as she leaned back in her chair.
Luke secretly shook his head, but didn’t interrupt her silent crying.
He rose and went off to make a call. “Hey, are the results for the murder weapons out yet? Are you at least done with that extendable baton?”
A moment later, he hung up helplessly and sighed. “It seems that he isn’t a complete idiot after all.”
The examination of the extendable baton had revealed two things.
Firstly, it was indeed the weapon that had been used to smash Manny in the head, since it had her blood and hair on it.
Second, there was only one person’s fingerprints on it, and they belonged to Thomson.
As for the rubber product for ladies, it had Millis’s blood on it. So, someone must’ve struck Millis in the head with it last night.
However, there weren’t any fingerprints on this rubber product.
One of the murder weapons had been found at the back door of the living room, and the other in a corner of the communal bathroom for the security guards.
Therefore, it was impossible to convict anyone using the murder weapons.
After a brief hesitation, Luke finally made a call. “Greyson, it’s me, Luke. Are you free to talk?”
Old Greyson replied casually, “No, but I can give you five minutes.”
Luke was amused. “I’m working a case. I’ve found the murder weapon, but it belongs to someone else, and the criminal’s fingerprints aren’t on it. Do you have any suggestions?”
Old Greyson: “What kind of weapon?”
Luke: “An extendable baton.”
Old Greyson: “Where did it hit? The head?”
Luke: “Yes.”
Old Greyson: “Check whether the victim’s blood can be found on the suspect’s clothes.”
Luke: “The suspect pretended to be rescuing the victim along with everybody else, so he has a lot of blood on his clothes.”
Old Greyson: “Is that so? Have your forensic scientists send me the photos of the blood on his clothes. I’ll take a look at it.”
Luke: “Huh? Am I allowed to do that?”
Old Greyson: “I’m asking for photos, not the evidence itself. I’ll tell you if I find anything. Okay, I’m very busy. Send the photos to me by the end of the day.”
Luke: “…Okay.”
A moment later, he contacted the forensics department and asked them to send the photos.
The forensics department didn’t argue. After all, it was the top expert in the country who was asking for the photos.
As insiders of the trade, they knew even better than Luke what a marvelous man Gilbert Greyson was.
In less than an hour, Old Greyson called back. “Something’s wrong with the blood in photos M12, M17 and M33. The pattern can only have been caused by high-speed spatter. If necessary, have your forensics department find an expert on blood pattern analysis. This will suffice as proof.”
Luke asked, “What if the blood was caused when someone waved a hand? There were a number of people around.”
Old Greyson: “That’s unlikely, unless someone was behind the suspect and moving like they were throwing a baseball. But even then, the pattern would still be a little different. Forget it, I’ll give you a number. You can tell her that I sent you, and have her do a blood pattern analysis for you. I need to warn you, however, that her fee is very high.”
Old Greyson was a busy man, and hung up right after that.
After thinking for a moment, Luke didn’t call the number. Instead, he forwarded Old Greyson’s conclusion to the forensics department.
Very quickly, the forensics department called back. “It’s true that something’s wrong with the blood pattern.”
Luke asked, “Will that convince the judge?”
The forensic scientist said, “Yes, unless the suspect is rich enough to hire a more professional expert to disprove our conclusion. So, is he rich?”
Luke looked at the security guards’ dorm and chuckled. “Well, I don’t think so.”
The forensic scientist said, “That’s not a problem then. Unless he’s been saving all his money for years and not spending on anything, he can’t afford an expert like that.”
Luke hung up the phone and thought for a moment. One case had been taken care of, but what about the other one?
He made another call. “Elsa, any updates on Jennifer Perry’s case?”
Elsa replied, “The chief has asked once. He hasn’t started pressing yet, but I believe we’ll be under a lot of pressure in a day or two.”
Luke said, “I’ve found a suspect, and I’m pretty sure he’s guilty, but we only have a blood pattern analysis, which isn’t enough to prove that he’s the murderer. Can you handle him?”
Elsa said, “Give me his file. I’ll deal with him. Huh, wait, why aren’t you coming back?” Luke said, “Because there are two cases and two murderers, and I’ve only found one of them.”
Elsa: “…Fine. I’ll try to find more leads for you on my end.”
Luke: “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. It’ll be good enough if you can take care of the suspect. I’ll work harder on my end
too.”
Luke hung up and then called Elizabeth. “Elizabeth, help me look into someone; check his criminal record, relationship history, and personal assets. Send the info to Jennifer’s house when you’re done.”
A moment later, Elizabeth drove over with the files.She asked Luke curiously, “Have you made any progress?”
Luke nodded and said, “Well, with any luck, both cases here will be closed today.”
Elizabeth’s eyes glowed. “So fast?”
Luke said, “Both our boss and you helped a lot. It would’ve taken me days if I had to investigate the cases on my own.’
Elizabeth certainly didn’t take that seriously. “You’re flattering me. All I did was gather the info for you.” While reading the files, Luke asked, “Did you find anything?” Elizabeth said, “Two things. Firstly, Thomson is going through a divorce with his wife. Secondly, his mother has been receiving regular bank transfers. Guess who’s been giving her money?”
Luke said, “I bet it isn’t Thomson’s wife.”
Elizabeth was amused. “If she were that generous, she wouldn’t be demanding so much alimony from Thomson.”
Luke chuckled. “Haha, I can see that. Thanks, Elizabeth, that’s very helpful.” He then walked into the house.