Chapter 206 Connaughton No. 753

75 Condon Street.

York randomly found a store, poured two cups of coffee, and walked towards the police car on the street.

There were two patrolmen standing over there.

It was Ante and his partner Omer.

They are all old colleagues.

We have known each other for two years, ever since he joined the police academy.

Although Ante's words are rude and he tends to target newcomers, he is actually a pretty nice guy.

Hand the first cup of coffee to Omer first.

Omer is a bit reserved, and he is considered a senior. He took the coffee:

"Thanks, York."

York shook his head, then looked at Ante who was observing the surroundings: "When will you change to the day shift?"

Although he is approaching middle age, looking at Ante's appearance, he still has a lot of energy and looks much stronger than the young Omer.

This guy might really like his job as a patrol officer.

After all, it is a happy thing to chat and talk nonsense with familiar people on the street while at work.

"After tonight, it's the Super Bowl holiday." Angte took the coffee, took a sip and said:

"Comfortable!"

As he said this, he looked at York who was still on the street in the middle of the night, and recalled what happened before: "Did that man offend you?"

"No."

From this sentence, York knew that Ante had not watched the news at all and did not understand what was happening.

However, York also understood that after all, people work the night shift, have to sleep during the day, and have to deal with household chores after waking up, so they simply don't have much time.

"It's a little hard to say. He is related to a case."

As soon as these words came out, Unter and All Might immediately understood.

Ou Mai shifted his gaze and looked towards the intersection. A car was driving over there, and he subconsciously walked over.

Ante also glanced at him, then retracted his gaze and looked at York, who had a calm face and exuded a very tough temperament, and said with emotion: "Are you really going to join the detective bureau?"

"Well," York looked at Omer standing on the street, stopping the unfortunate car.

"After the Super Bowl, I have to report to the Detective Bureau."

"Well, I'll miss you, York," said Ant.

"Ahem." York shrugged. "I'm warning you. Although I don't have a family yet, I'm not a single man either."

Yorks repeated to him what Ante had said before.

Ante looked nonchalant. In this damn police station, if you don't have a good mouth, you can't get by. York is a good guy now. In the beginning, he was like a thorn in the side and no one dared to mess with him. It was not considered a good thing if you didn't say something bad.

As a result, his instructor didn't want to teach him anymore after only half a month. Yes, it's that exaggerated.

Ant looked at York and felt sad that he would never see such a boy again.

"When we meet again, I should call you Detective York."

"Just a trainee detective." York said.

Because of their special duties, although the status of detectives is higher than that of patrolmen, the rank of trainee detectives is actually similar to that of senior patrolmen.

It can be said that senior patrol officers are essentially qualified to be promoted to detectives.

The Detective Bureau is a bit strict. They usually recruit internally and recruit people from various branches, which is quite strict.

Of course, free America naturally exists in recommendation for admission and so on.

His way of promotion is considered as recommendation admission.

"That's also a detective." Ante said seriously.

"I will even have to call you sir from now on." Yorks looked at Ante and wanted to say something, but the vibrating cell phone in his pocket interrupted his progress.

"We are friends, Ante."

York said this seriously, and Angte couldn't help but raise his mouth: "Don't forget us, kid."

"No." York shrugged and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Upon seeing this, Ante walked towards Omer.

"All Might! Conduct a breathalyzer test to see if this damn guy is sober!"

"Okay." Came All Might's voice.

York glanced at the alcohol test that was about to be conducted on the driver walking in a straight line, and looked at the text message on the screen.

This is Chris calling.

The key point is an address, which is the answer to clue three.

"753 Connaughton?" Yorks recited the address in his mind and looked around. He knew this address.

This is 75 Condon Street, just a few streets away from the address.

"I'm going to be busy, Ante."

York said to Ante.

Seeing Angte waving, York strode towards his F150 Raptor.

To be honest, the reason why he continued to investigate even though so much evidence pointed to Jonathan was that he still felt a little uncomfortable.

According to his and Tifa's analysis of Sinovi, as well as what Chris said about the sexual assault case of Sinovi's ex-boyfriend.

Sinovi doesn't look like a woman who can't do anything.

A woman with a strong desire for control like this cannot bear the blow of her husband cheating on her.

Therefore, it is not surprising to become a crazy woman in an instant.

It was as if her ex-boyfriend just wanted to break up with her, but she took the lead in the sexual assault case, causing her ex-boyfriend, who was originally a top student, to be unable to find a job.

As soon as York heard about this, he suddenly realized it. No wonder he always felt that there was a dark hand behind this case.

Now it seems that Sinovi is still too calm and not crazy enough.

"Maybe this case was all directed and acted by Sinovi herself." Yorks thought to himself as he got into the car, closed the door and started the engine.

“But it’s still not crazy enough.”

Yorks pushed the lever and stepped on the accelerator, driving the F150 Raptor towards its destination, No. 753 Connaughton.

"So what kind of crazy anniversary gift will she prepare?" Yorks looked at the front window and turned the corner, feeling really curious.

In fact, according to the normal process, if he had not been there, Jonathan would have seen the gift that Sinovi prepared for him on his fifth wedding anniversary.

So York was really curious.

But when he arrived at his destination, 753 Connaughton, in front of a house with its own yard, he couldn't help but fall silent.

In the yard of the house, he saw a very familiar car.

All the information in this case has been shared until now, so he knows what this familiar car is.

What can serve as part of the evidence is the black car captured by the surveillance camera leaving Jonathan's house.

York glanced around. The environment of this community was not bad. In his opinion, it was mid-range.

The house Jonathan rented was okay.

In fact, in Los Angeles, owning a house with its own yard and lawn is basically considered quite good.

It was a little after four in the morning.

The residents of this community were still sleeping, and except for the street lights, every house was dark.

York withdrew his gaze, touched the tactical belt that had been tied around his waist, got out of the car and walked slowly towards the house that Jonathan rented.

(End of this chapter)