Chapter 78 Tacit understanding
But she said, closing the file and reporting:
"It's just that I'm just as curious as you, who would have a problem with such a small character?

There were no traces at the scene, and even the bullet had been specially modified, polished and smoothed, and a series of other treatments were done to hide more details, which was equivalent to having no source. It can be said that our way of tracing through the bullet has been cut off. "

Gregory was not surprised at all: "Normal."

He just looked out the window at the building that was taller than the other apartment buildings and asked the technician standing nearby:
"What is that building?"

Technician: "Sir, that building is a three-star hotel that is still in operation. It seems to be called the Bay Hotel. I remember it is quite old."

Gregory squinted his eyes and looked around. As a senior detective who was about to be promoted to police inspector, he had investigated quite a few cases. Did he have a rather strange feeling in himself?

Should we say it's a habit or that he has developed an intuition like a hound's sense of smell.

So he could feel that this hotel must be the location where the murderer committed the assassination.

"Do you suspect that hotel is a sniper point?" Chris followed Gregory and looked at the tall building outside the window.

"The distance, field of view, and height are all satisfactory. If it were me, I would also choose that place, because for a sniper, location is very important and can greatly increase the success rate.

You know, every good sniper has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and will not give up such a perfect sniping position. "

Gregory said, retracting his gaze to look at the corpse again, and walked towards the door.

"Let's go, let's explore the way before this guy's death time period is reached."

Chris handed the document report in her hand to the technician, shook her head and followed her partner's steps, wondering in her heart who was complaining just now.

After saying goodbye to the patrolman guarding the door, the two senior detectives got back into the Dodge sedan they had driven and looked at each other.

"What do you think?" Gregory asked while sitting in the passenger seat.

Chris pushed the lever, stepped on the accelerator and drove the car towards the hotel.

"What do you mean?" She looked at Gregory.

Gregory's cheek twitched: "Do you know who I'm thinking of now?"

"York?" Chris said:
"You suspect him? Is it because he assisted the Anti-Drug and Anti-Narcotics Division before? And he's close to Sheriff Freed?"

Although the Robbery and Homicide Division and the Anti-gang and Anti-narcotics Division are different departments with different operations and functions, if it is not a joint mission, most of them are unaware of what the other has done.

But there is no fly that stays out of the air. Working in the same detective bureau, they naturally knew that the Anti-Triad and Anti-Narcotics Division had recently held a press conference that made a lot of headlines, and they also knew about the gun battle in the supermarket.

And it was because of that gunfight that they knew York played a very important role in it. As for the relationship between York and Susannie, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that York’s shadow was involved.

"Because all this is too coincidental. If there is anyone who can kill with one shot through sniping, I only think of York. Well, let's go and check it out first." Thinking of York's powerful ability, Gregory closed his eyes and sighed.

Chris remained silent, drove the car to the right lane, and drove towards the building in front.

Not long after, they arrived at their destination. They parked the car outside, observed for a while, and then walked towards the hotel in front of them. At the front desk, they used the excuse of investigating a case to ask the front desk clerk to call out the hotel manager. Then, they used various methods, half threatening and half tempting, to try to persuade the hotel manager to give them authority so that they could obtain the list of guests staying in the hotel.

But Florin, the manager of a three-star hotel, did not pay much attention to Gregory and Chris in front of him.

"I'm sorry, both of you. If you don't have a search warrant issued by the court, I'm sorry that I can't reveal any information about your guests to you." Florin's attitude was sincere.

"We at Bayfront Hotels are committed to protecting and upholding the privacy of our guests, which is an important reason why we have been able to operate for so long."

This answer made Gregory's face turn very ugly. He just wanted to get a proof to verify his guess. If he applied for a search warrant, he would have to go all the way.

"Let's go!" Gregory looked at the sincere Florin, said to Chris without any nonsense, and strode towards the door.

Chris nodded to Florin, and as the manager bowed his head slightly, she followed Gregory's footsteps and came to the brightly lit hall.

"What are you going to do?" Chris asked, breaking the silence.

"Want to apply for a search warrant?"

Gregory glanced at the brightly lit hotel lobby and became a little silent: "What about you?"

Chris said calmly: "I'm just your assistant, I listen to you."

Gregory showed a bitter smile on his silent face and glanced at his partner of many years with a look of resentment. But he finally sighed, took out his personal mobile phone, found a phone number and dialed it.

After a few seconds of beeping, the call was connected.

"Hello?" York's voice came from the phone, mixed with some noise.

"Gregory?"

"It's me!" said Gregory.

at the same time.

In front of Apartment 322, Block B, Acox, York was standing outside the street, watching the relevant personnel coming in and out to deal with the scene, and waved goodbye to Barry and Makarov who were driving away.

"Huh? Something?" York squinted his eyes, watched the rear of the car slowly getting smaller, and smiled into the phone.

"Could it be that tonight is the day you decided to treat me to dinner?"

No sound of any fluctuation reached Gregory's ears, and he walked out of the Bay Hotel with Chris.

"Well, actually, Chris and I are looking for a good food restaurant near a hotel called The Bay Hotel."

"Ah, Bay Hotel?" Yorks asked in a gentle voice without changing his expression.

"I stayed in that hotel for a night a few days ago. The surrounding environment is nice. Do you want me to introduce it to you? After all, I have already checked out the spots in advance for the date."

Gregory was silent and looked at Chris, but Chris looked away. Gregory's eyes twitched several times.

"it is good!"

"There's a French restaurant nearby, the food is pretty good." York's voice came.

Gregory took a deep breath and said, "OK! This is the one."

"Looks like I'm in for another treat tonight." Yorks raised the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard the heavy breathing sound from the phone. He was actually not afraid that Gregory would know that he was the one who killed Susannie.

Without actual and sufficient evidence, it is impossible to crush him to death. After all, his identity is very special.

So what if he checked into the hotel? Even if the time period of Susanni’s death matched that, so what? Who can prove that the suite he stayed in was definitely the sniper point?
There is no need to mention the surveillance cameras. On the way of tracking, he always avoided the surveillance areas. As a senior patrolman, he was most familiar with where there were surveillance areas.

At the same time, the windows of the second-hand Volkswagen Bora he was driving were basically covered with anti-peeping film except for the front windows, and the cameras in the hotel lobby could not prove that he was carrying a sniper rifle as he did not expose the contents of his backpack.

(End of this chapter)