Chapter 202 Brown House
"A blunt instrument, perhaps a club, a two-by-four."

Listening to Greg's voice on the phone, Yorks narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the bloodstain image shown by the luminol reagent on the tablet in front of him.

The type of murder weapon can indeed be analyzed based on the shape and distribution of bloodstains alone.

Different murder weapons will leave different bloodstain patterns on the victim's body when causing injury.

For example, wounds caused by sharp objects will usually form more regular, linear bloodstains, while blunt objects may result in a more widespread, irregular distribution of bloodstains.

The bloodstain pattern in front of him did appear to be very widespread, with irregular distribution.

What is important is that when a blunt object strikes, the blood may splash over a greater distance due to the greater force, so the distribution area of ​​the bloodstain may be relatively wide.

This explains why there was an inconspicuous bloodstain so high up on the kitchen cabinet at the scene.

A hand appeared on a bloodstain picture, and York pursed his lips.

"She fell right there, and Santiago suspected that she would never get up again after this blow." Gregory's voice became low.

"Someone dragged her when she died."

Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth. From now on, Jonathan's suspicion became even heavier. When it was proved that the blood in the kitchen was from Sinovi, the police had enough reasons to apply for the arrest of Jonathan.

Even though he seemed particularly stupid throughout the whole process.

After all, in some cases, there is a possibility that can explain why the murderer is so stupid, that is, a crime of passion, where the murderer suddenly loses control of his emotions and commits the crime.

"I'm going to apply for a warrant for your arrest."

Listening to Gregory's voice, what else could Yorks say? After all, the forensic department provided enough evidence.

There was no sign of a third party, and there was a lot of blood in the house, and the blood was from Sinovi. He even cheated on her, and there were financial problems and the situation of increasing Sinovi's insurance policy.

If the investigation and surveillance that Chris mentioned yields results, then Jonathan will never be cleared of suspicion.

Because all the clues point to Jonathan being the murderer.

But York had an inexplicable sense of weirdness. This was too smooth, but he could only say:

"So I only have one night."

"Yes." Gregory replied.

Yorks hung up the phone and leaned back in the back chair, staring at the hotel where no one was walking around and only some staff or returning guests were coming in and out, and shook his head.

Even though all the suspicions pointed to Jonathan, he still felt a little uneasy.

But now that the facts have come to light, even if it is unpleasant, it cannot clear the doubts about Jonathan.

York subconsciously raised his hand to check the time, and before he knew it, it was already two o'clock.

Once things get busy, the work of a detective is indeed much more tiring than that of a patrolman, and they deserve better benefits and rights.

Of course, there is a reason why this case is so busy. In other words, a special missing case that has attracted the attention of the media and the public is bound to be a race against time.

"So when are you coming out?" Yorks took his eyes off his watch and continued to stare at the hotel.

"You don't have much time left."

I don’t know if it was because of his thoughts, but a figure who looked very hurried suddenly appeared in front of the hotel entrance in his sight.

Not Jonathan or anyone else.

I saw him hurriedly get into a car and drive forward.

“It finally showed up.”

When the car turned right and left the intersection, Yorks pushed the lever, stepped on the accelerator and drove the F150 Raptor to follow.

He didn't turn on his headlights.

What is the most important thing about following a car? It is like the gentle rain that makes no sound. The highest level is to make the person being followed look into the rearview mirror and not notice a single car.

York has reached this point. He has been simulating in his mind, judging which direction Jonathan will drive based on the terrain, distance, and vehicle speed.

At the same time, he has been hanging far away, making sure that he appears when Jonathan turns the intersection. When Jonathan drives to a straight lane and heads straight to the suburbs, Yorks eyebrows slightly raised.

"This direction is"

He glanced at the map on the center console, reached into the backpack on the passenger seat with one hand, took out a document, and after flipping through it, he immediately understood.

This information about Jonathan actually also includes information about his relatives.

"Are we going to the old house where his parents used to live?" Yorks immediately turned on the car lights and stepped on the accelerator.

This time, he hoped that no fellow patrol officers would stop him late at night.

The car speed increased, and soon Jonathan's car appeared in front of them.

Yorks didn't care and continued to drive forward. Anyway, Jonathan didn't know he was there.

Yorks glanced out the window as the car whizzed and roared past Jonathan's car.

What can be seen is that Jonathan was startled and looked confused when he looked over.

York raised the corner of his mouth slightly and drove past at a very fast speed.

"fk!"

Jonathan cursed as he stared at the rapidly disappearing red taillights ahead.

He was already very nervous, and when a car suddenly overtook him, he was really scared.

But what he didn't know was that York had another move prepared for him.

After passing Jonathan's car, Yorks picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. The call was connected shortly afterwards.

"Ang? York?" The voice of the old patrolman who had been on night shift, Angte, sounded extremely surprised.

"Why aren't you sleeping so late at night? Do you miss me? I'm warning you, I have a family!"

Listening to Angte's dirty talk, York said speechlessly: "Listen, Angte, do me a favor."

Ante was even more surprised: "Huh?"

"Help me stop a car at the intersection of Highway 75 and Highway 72. You don't have to do anything, just delay some time." York said calmly after looking at the map.

Ante groaned again, and finally said, "Is it urgent?"

York replied, "Well." He didn't have the computer in the police car and didn't know which unit was nearby, so he could only use this method.

"If there's anyone I know nearby, I'll tell them." Ante didn't refuse.

Yorks actually didn't think that Ante would refuse. After all, it was just a small matter:
"Audi A4, black, California license plate, license plate number 4jrr385."

"OK!"

"Thanks, Ante."

"There's no need to be so polite between us. Just buy me a cup of coffee."

After hearing Ante's answer, Yorks hung up the phone and drove towards his destination, Jonathan's parents' and his old house.

By the time Jonathan was forced to stop by the patrolman at the intersection with an impatient look on his face, York had already arrived.

In the suburbs, a brown house on the roadside appeared before him.

"No. 184, this should be the brown hut mentioned in clue two." York glanced around calmly.

This place cannot be considered a community at all, but rather a settlement, with the houses scattered around.

"It's really remote,"

After parking the car casually on the side of the street in front of the house, Yorks put on gloves, got out of the car with his backpack and walked towards the house that had not been cleaned for a long time and was covered with weeds outside.

(End of this chapter)