Clues left

Howard turned to leave, walking towards the approaching police car behind Jennifer. After the two got into the car, they did not go home separately but went on the way to the police station. At three o'clock in the morning, there are few pedestrians along the way, and occasionally one or two cars pass by. The vehicle stopped at the gate of the police station. There were several headlights lit directly above the entrance of the police station. However, through the windows of the police station, it could see that several rooms were bright, and people walked by from time to time.

"Okay, boss, I'll buy at least two cups of coffee first," Jennifer said helplessly.

"Thank you, Jennifer."

"You can do it." After saying that, Jennifer pushed the door and got out of the car.

This is where Howard, the fifty-three-year-old Sundown police chief, has worked for more than three decades. He loves his job of punishing evil and fighting for justice, even though it is full of dangers, pressures, and challenges, which makes him often search for clues to the case and smoke all night. He also had countless awards on his body - just the year before last, he was shot in the belly of Phoenix for cracking a drug trafficking incident. Still, he didn't take it seriously at all. He even threatened to delay his retirement at least Another three to five years.

He took the elevator to the third floor where he worked and walked through the corridor that he walked through every morning when he went to work. Passing a few lit rooms, I saw several subordinates taking statements to the men in black who were brought back to the police station.

Howard sat in his spacious seat, turned on the computer, and checked the population information registered in the town. He wanted to find a name called Jenny but found nothing.

After a few knocks on the office door, a young police officer entered. He was not tall, his head and shoulders were as wide as his shoulders, and his blond hair was shiny.

"Boss, there is information about that house. It's from our police station. I'm sure you'll be shocked when you say it."

"Mario, I promise you one more nonsense. I will let you go to the Yellowstone Desert Highway to be a traffic policeman."

"Yes, sorry, Chief."

"Say it!"

"It's Deputy Chief Jack"

"It's the former deputy commissioner," Howard growled when he heard the name. "He also participated?"

"According to the record, Jack had a very close relationship with a group that produced drugs and sold arms in Phoenix, and the people drove away during the exchange of fire."

The name did surprise Howard a bit. He didn't expect that the scene of the firefight that he had just rushed to was the house of his old colleague and rival Jack, and what made him even more unexpected was that the stinky Jack, who joined the work in the same year, competed everywhere, and fought over everything. There will be a connection with a mysterious criminal group. At this point, it is still difficult for him to believe with his decades of understanding of Jack. But those who do them know clearly that for a case, anyone is possible, and everything only talks about evidence.

Mario didn't dare to speak and didn't know where to put his hands. He rubbed his palms, pinched his waist, and put them into his pockets.

"You go out first," Howard raised his head and gestured.

As Mario pushed out the door, Jennifer came in with a cup of coffee, and she closed the door and handed Howard a cup of coffee.

"I don't understand what kind of people the police station recruits yearly."

"Have you found anything about those two names?" Jennifer asked, taking a sip of coffee. Howard shook his head lightly to indicate that he didn't get his desired answer. He stood up, lit a cigarette, and looked sideways out the window with the shutters half down.

"Maybe, we can start with the registration census," Jennifer said.

"We thought of it together," Howard snuffed out the cigarette butt, "Go, go to the archives."

Howard put his sip of coffee on the table and strode to the door. Jennifer hurriedly took a few glasses of coffee, put it on the table, and followed him out of the office.

Howard took the spare key, and Jennifer came to the reference room on the fourth floor. The two sat down and checked each person with a computer, opening the door and turning on the light.

"No smoking here, Sheriff," Jennifer said, looking at Howard, who had just pulled out the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Sometimes, I think you look like my mother?" Howard looked at the cigarette in his hand with a bit of reluctance on his face, but he still put it in his pocket.

Jennifer bit her lip lightly, her face flushed, and her eyes twinkled.

"Okay, let's start; I hope we can find something before breakfast."