Chapter 602 The murderer
It’s late night in New York, the weather is gloomy and dark as ink.
The FBI New York office is brightly lit.
The door to the interrogation room opened, and Filippo Carter was escorted in. He looked slumped and hunched over, as if he had been drained of energy.
Luke walked into the interrogation room with two sandwiches and coffee, and Amir also had a burger and coffee in his hand.
Luke sat at the interrogation table and said helplessly to Filippo Carter, "Would you like a sandwich? There's tuna and beef."
“No, thank you.” Filippo Carter pursed his lips and still refused.
Luke quickly finished the two sandwiches and took a few sips of coffee to smooth things over. Amir on the side also finished his meal, and the two men officially began the interrogation.
Luke turned over the information and asked, "What's your name?"
“Filippo Carter.”
“Do you know why we brought you here?”
“Is it because of the murder of Grace Bloomberg?”
“Yes, someone pointed out that you had been to the crime scene.”
“Who identified me?”
"that's not important.
I want to hear your own answer. Were you at the scene when Grace Bloomberg was killed? "
“I was indeed near the scene, but Grace’s death had nothing to do with me.
I swear to God. "
Luke yawned. He didn't sleep well last night. He had been busy for another day today and was already a little sleepy. "I have seen too many suspects who swear to God, but this does not prevent them from committing crimes.
So, I want to know everything that happened that night, and don’t hide it, so that I can help you. "
Filippo Carter’s eyes turned red, “Do you really believe what I say?”
“If you had a legitimate reason to be there, we have no reason not to believe it.”
Filippo Carter held his mouth with his right hand and pinched his nose, looking a little embarrassed, "I am an employee of the Venus Club, and Grace is a VIP customer of the Venus Club and also my service recipient.
On the night of October 3rd, I received a call from my boss..."
Amir interrupted him, "Who is the boss you are talking about?"
“Mia Carioca.”
"go on."
“Mia Carioca told me that Grace and her husband had a fight and she was in a bad mood now, so she asked me to calm her down.
I arrived at the appointed place, at the foot of Mount Most.
Grace also arrived in her red Porsche convertible, and then, I took her car to the halfway point of the mountain.
I asked her what happened and why she was upset.
She said she had a big quarrel with her husband, but she refused to tell the content of the quarrel. I knew that these big people had secrets, and knowing too much would not be good for me, so I didn’t ask.
Just say some comforting words to make her happy.
Then she kissed me.
We had a natural relationship...
Afterwards, she calmed down and said she was worried about being seen by others, so she asked me to leave by myself. "Filippo Carter shrugged and said helplessly, "We were halfway up the mountain and I didn't drive. I was really helpless at that moment, but I had no choice. I put on my pants and walked down the mountain along the road.
At that time, I felt very embarrassed, like a tool that had been used up and thrown directly into the trash can.
I walked along the road down the mountain for a long time, but there was no car at all. Even if there were a car, no stranger would give me a ride at night, and the road down the mountain was still long.
So, I decided to go back the way I came and took Grace’s car down the mountain.
After that, I saw a terrible scene. "Filippo Carter rubbed his hair with his hands and continued to recall,
“After I returned along the original road, I found that the red Porsche sports car was still there. I was quite happy at first, thinking about how to persuade Grace to let her take me down the mountain.
However, as I got closer, I realized something was wrong.
I found a stranger next to the red Porsche sports car. The man was wearing black clothes and a mask. He was stained with red blood, which was very dazzling under the light of the car lights.
I was startled, my legs were weak, and I couldn't run even if I wanted to, so I simply lay down on the ground.
Fortunately, the light was relatively dark where I was, so the other party did not see me.
Then, I saw the man in black clothes pick up a travel bag from the ground and walk up the mountain.
I crawled into the grass on the side of the road, still not daring to go over.
After a while, a car drove down the mountain road.
I suspected that the car was probably driven by the murderer, but I didn’t dare to look at it for fear that the other party would find me. It wasn’t until the car drove past that I saw it was a black car.
The car was driving very fast and disappeared after just one turn.
After that, it took a long time before I calmed down and walked over to the Porsche sports car to check it out.
I almost **** myself with fear.
Grace was lying on the ground, covered in blood, both of her arms had been cut off, her appearance was hideous and terrifying, so terrifying.
I still can’t forget that scene.
This is why I went to stay at another client's house. On the one hand, it was because I had no place to hide, and on the other hand, I didn't dare to sleep alone.
As soon as I close my eyes, I will think of that terrible scene.
I shouldn’t have gone that night…”
“I was terrified, completely panicked.
The first thing I thought of was Mia Carioca, and then I called her to tell her. She told me not to call the police. She also said that Grace was a big shot and her death would affect the club’s business.
Moreover, if the police cannot catch the murderer, they will probably blame me.
He told me to leave the scene of the crime quickly and hide somewhere else. He also said that he would pay me my salary as usual and come back to work in the club after a while. "
Luke confirmed, “Did Mia Carioca really stop you from calling the police?”
“I swear, everything I say is true.”
Luke looked serious, “But it’s you who ultimately makes the decision.
If you had called the police, things would have been simpler than they are now. "
“I’m sorry, I was scared.
I'm also worried that the police won't believe me. "
Amir asked, "Why should you be afraid of something you have never done?"
“I had a relationship with Grace, and I knew her husband was the mayor of New York.
If the matter is known to him.
I…
He will definitely not let me go. "
Amir curled his lips, "Not many of those rich people are clean, many of them are superficial couples, each playing their own way.
I think Grace Bloomberg’s husband should have known about it. "
“I understand what you mean. Grace also said that her husband also has a woman outside and doesn’t care much about her.
But knowing it in your heart is one thing.
It’s one thing to be exposed in public.
If word gets out about Grace and I, the mayor of New York will become a laughing stock and the whole world will make it the talk of the party.
Do you think he will let me go?
I am dead. "
“We found a **** footprint at the scene, is it yours?”
“Yes, I was so panicked that I accidentally stepped on blood.”
“The medical examiner found genetic material in the body of the deceased Grace. Is it yours?”
“Yes, we used to use condoms, but that night Grace was not in a good mood, she was very crazy.”
Luke asked, "Why did Grace and her husband fight?"
Filippo Carter shook his head, "I really don't know."
Luke touched his chin and said, "Filippo, the current situation is not good for you.
We need your help to provide some valuable clues so that the suspect can be caught as soon as possible. "
Filippo Carter swallowed, "What will happen to me if I can't catch the suspect?"
Luke said, "Don't think too much now. As long as the murderer is caught, your innocence will naturally be proven."
Philippo Carter's eyes were red and his hands were shaking, "I can't help but think about it. I...I'm really innocent."
“Listen, I believe you.
I know you are not the murderer.
But we now need a direction of investigation so that we can find the real murderer. Luke comforted, "Man, you should believe me too."
Remember the details of that night, especially the clues about the murderer, physical characteristics, mask, murder weapon, etc. "
Philipo Carter nodded quickly, "Thank you, I will think about it." He took a deep breath and recalled, "It was very dark that night, and the only light was the car lights.
The man was wearing black clothes. The specific style could not be seen clearly. He looked like a man in shape. The mask was also black, with red symbols painted on it. "
Amir interrupted him, "What kind of symbol?"
“A circular symbol, not just a circle, I don’t know how to describe it?”
Amir looked through the pile of information and found a photo, "Is it this symbol?"
Filippo Carter nodded, “It seems so.”
Amir whispered to Luke, "When Bloody Hand Mike committed the crime, he was wearing this style of mask."
Luke nodded, "Do you remember the other characteristics of the murderer? For example, the hairstyle and color."
Filippo Carter shook his head, "It's too far away and the light is not good. This is all I can see."
“At what time did you see the murderer?”
“Around ten o’clock in the evening.”
“Please carefully recall the black car driven by the suspected murderer.”
Filippo Carter pinched his forehead, "The car is black, and I can't see the specific logo. However, the car does not have a license plate, or the license plate is blocked, at least I didn't see it."
Luke noted the characteristics of the car and asked, “Can you tell what kind of car it is?”
“Sorry, I can’t tell.”
Amir took out a tablet and clicked a few times, "The FBI database has the styles and types of all cars. You can see which of these cars is more similar."
Filippo Carter took the tablet and examined it carefully. After a long time, he pointed at a black Lexus sedan and said, "This model looks very similar."
Through Filippo Carter's description, Luke quickly locked onto the tracking target. The murderer was suspected to be a male, driving a black Lexus sedan with a cover or no license plate, and drove down the mountainside from Moster Mountain around 10 p.m.
(End of this chapter)