Chapter 1267 - 559: Confession
Luke contacted Matthew, asking him to check the road surveillance along the Dolittle community route to find the path of the black Chevrolet sedan.
Meanwhile, highlight the car wash locations along the way, especially the self-service ones.
Luke guessed that the person washing the car was most likely Thomas Colley, and the reason was simple: either to wash away his own traces or because the car got dirty at the body dumping site.
The police marked out several possible body dumping sites through the car's road surveillance and nearby car wash stores.
Subsequently, the police were divided into three teams to search for Walda Becker's body.
At 5 PM, in a forest several kilometers from Thomas Colley's home.
Several police cars were parked by the roadside, and Little Black and Port also got out of the car.
This was the second possible body dumping site Little Black had searched.
Little Black made a simple search plan, focusing on two aspects: on the one hand, manual search to check for newly dug places nearby.
On the other hand, letting police dogs search for Walda Becker's scent or blood traces.
After Marcus arranged the tasks, he also led a team to search.
Marcus had been the Detective Chief for some time and visibly matured; of course, this might have something to do with him becoming a father.
Marcus didn't search quickly, as Luke had instructed. Walda Becker was already dead and couldn't run away, so going slow didn't matter much, but the search had to be thorough; missing clues would delay the investigation.
Little Black had always respected his good partner's words and naturally took them to heart.
"Woof, woof, woof..."
Dog barks came from not far away. "Detective Chief, there's a discovery here."
Little Black quickly walked over and saw a beagle dog lying on the ground digging the soil. That patch of soil was a new layer, showing signs of having been disturbed.
"Detective Chief Marcus, there might be suspicious items below."
Marcus nodded, signaling people to start digging with shovels.
The dog handler pulled the beagle to the side and fed it some dog food.
Two strong officers dug together, and because the soil was loose, they dug quickly. Little Black faintly smelled a bloody scent, perhaps a psychological effect.
"We found something!"
A constable exclaimed. Little Black moved closer to check.
The constable uncovered the top layer of soil, revealing a patch of brown fur with bloodstains—it was a newly dead small teddy dog.
Everyone couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
"Poor little guy, we didn't mean to disturb you," Little Black sighed and waved, "Cover it up."
The constable used a shovel to refill the soil around the pit, soil falling onto the teddy dog.
Little Black felt something was off; was it too coincidental?
"Wait, take out the teddy's body and continue digging down."
The dog handler reminded, "Detective Chief Marcus, police dogs will also alert to a teddy dog's body."
Little Black didn't respond. "Keep digging."
The two constables exchanged a look and could only continue digging.
After a while, a constable's shovel seemed to hit something; he uncovered the topsoil to reveal a black bag, and everyone around immediately became excited.
The two constables continued digging until they unearthed the entire black bag. Little Black put on gloves and opened the bag to reveal a male body.
Walda Becker.
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Next day, early morning.
Robbery and Murder Department Office, Squad One.
At nine in the morning, Luke gathered everyone for a meeting.
The deputy took out a document. "Let me go first.
Yesterday, I took people to investigate at the CBS television news department.
We also obtained the letter of accusation from the news department supervisor, its content was similar to what was broadcast, signed by the deceased Rochelle Horn.
There are two main aspects to the investigation of this letter, one is the authenticity of the letter, and the other is the identity of the sender.
The letter was delivered by Parcel courier, and I contacted the courier to take a statement.
The sending location was the crime scene of the deceased Rochelle Horn, and I had the courier identify the photo, confirming it was indeed Rochelle Horn who sent the letter.
Afterwards, I met with Rochelle Horn's family. According to his wife, the handwriting in the letter looks like Rochelle Horn's.
I took some handwritten letters from Rochelle Horn's home and sent them to the tech team for handwriting identification. I believe results will come soon."
The deputy summarized, "From the current situation, the letter was probably mailed by Rochelle Horn.
As for whether the illegal human experiments described are true, I didn't investigate; let the relevant departments worry about that."
Jackson said, "Many people love conspiracy theories: the Rothschild Family controls America, the moon landing is fake, and such.
Now that Rochelle Horn is dead, even if Kerman Pharmaceutical Company hasn't done illegal human experiments, even if the relevant departments clarified,
some people still won't believe it.
They would rather think government departments are covering it up, that there's certainly a scandal."
"Come on, we're only responsible for solving the case, let Kerman Pharmaceutical Company worry about that," Little Black interrupted Jackson, chuckling, "Guys, I have important news to announce.
I found Walda Becker's body."
Jackson pouted, "Congratulations, Detective Chief, you were quite lucky."