The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 211 Los Angeles

Although the back area of ​​the café was sealed off, it couldn't stop the noise from the front.

The air was filled with the lingering smells of gunpowder, disinfectant, and a faint, almost imperceptible aroma of burnt coffee.

In the heart of this tightly controlled crime scene, the BAU team members huddled together, their hushed gasps of amazement rising and falling.

"How long has it been since we've seen a scene like this?" someone murmured.

"I'd heard that Tifa's boyfriend was no ordinary person, but seeing this result with my own eyes..." Another person shook their head, their tone filled with disbelief and curiosity.

"This is beyond impressive."

The members exchanged glances and whispered amongst themselves. Only Aaron, as the supervisor, looked past the chattering crowd and fixed his gaze on the silent Derek.

He hadn't forgotten that Derek had seemed to have a bit of a crush on Tifa before.

But the operations expert just stared at the direction of the stairs, his brows furrowed, as if he were reconstructing something in his mind.

"Drek, have you found a starting point?"

As if a switch had been flipped, Derek deftly handed the thick on-site report to Aaron.

“The framework is there.” His voice was steady, without much inflection: “But the details need to be filled in, and the accuracy is yet to be determined.”

Aaron took the report and glanced at it. The location and posture of the body, the distribution, angle, and depth of each bullet hole, the trajectory simulation of the bullet, and so on—all the key elements that form the cornerstone of psychological profiling were clearly listed.

Aaron looked up from the report and found that not only him, but all the team members' eyes were focused on Derek.

It seems the group is quite surprised and curious about Tifa's boyfriend.

After all, this will be one of the topics of conversation in the future.

As a former elite special forces soldier, Derek is not only a master of combat but also a role-playing expert.

His true value in the group lies in his expertise in crime scene simulation, because Derek can completely immerse himself in the criminal's mindset and replicate every action and decision of the criminal in the suspect's lair or at a bloody scene.

“One thing needs to be made clear,” Derek began, his gaze sweeping honestly over everyone before finally settling on Aaron’s face.

"There is no doubt that Tifa's boyfriend is not a criminal, but in order to reconstruct the events as accurately as possible, I can only use the thought process and behavior patterns I use when analyzing criminals to play him."

otherwise"

Derek paused for a moment, then continued, "I can't establish a valid logical chain."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"We're just hypothetical, purely technical simulation, Derek." The members present were all speechless. They could have just kept it to themselves; was it really necessary to say it aloud?

Derek coughed lightly, pretending to be oblivious to the subtle awkwardness, nodded slightly, and walked straight towards the crucial staircase area.

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For an unknown period of time, everyone on site followed the steps that Derek had personally rehearsed, imagining that fierce, life-or-death battle.

A hush fell over the room. Finally, a voice broke the silence: "Drek, if you were one of them, what would the outcome be?"

“I will die, just like them.”

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The next morning.

Los Angeles. LAPD Headquarters, Office of the Superintendent.

The heavy oak desk reflects the peaceful morning sunlight of Los Angeles outside the window.

New Chief Superintendent Eswin sat among them, reviewing a community policing budget report, a hint of joy on his face as the troublemaker at home finally obeyed.

Just yesterday, after demonstrating outstanding performance during her internship and successfully securing a permanent position, Annie finally expressed her desire to become an assistant prosecutor.

Once Annie becomes an assistant prosecutor, she will have two paths.

One path is advancement within the judicial system, with the career pinnacle being a federal district court judge, or even a federal appeals court judge or a Supreme Court justice.

The second is politics, running for public office. Being a prosecutor is an excellent starting point for running for public office.

"This needs to be planned out properly," Aiswin thought to himself, finding himself unable to look at the report any longer.

The family's troublesome daughter has finally come to her senses, which is especially important, but precisely because of this, he is a little unsure which path his daughter wants to take.

For the Carlisle family, any of these paths are acceptable.

The Carlisle family's long-standing connections in the political, economic, and legal circles can provide support for Annie.

Aiswin put down the report.

Therefore, Annie's primary goal is to first become a prosecutor, and then build her personal reputation by handling major, high-profile cases.

"But..." As soon as Aiswin had this thought, he heard a noise outside.

Knock knock! A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Come in,” Aiswin said.

As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened, and Brenda, the administrative assistant secretary, walked in, carrying a file folder in her hand.

Aiswin noticed a strange look on her face: "What's wrong?"

"Sir, the FBI's Washington Field Office has urgently delivered a letter today, marked as a notification of an interstate law enforcement incident, requesting that you open it personally."

Brenda's words startled Eswin. An official FBI notification, and it involved an interstate law enforcement incident? This usually signifies a major case or a transfer of jurisdiction.
“It seems the person in question is one of ours, West Canyon Police Department Second Inspector Eric Stevens.” Brenda’s expression was strange, and even her voice had changed.

I haven't heard this name for quite some time, and I thought we wouldn't have any contact anymore.

But when he suddenly heard the name at this moment, Aiswin found that he was not annoyed at all, but rather felt a sense of nostalgia and a little curiosity, as if he hadn't heard the kid's name for a long time and felt uncomfortable all over.

Esven blurted out instinctively, "That kid? What did he do this time? No, how did he get involved in an interstate law enforcement incident?"

Brenda hesitated for a moment: "Why don't you take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Aiswin took the document bag, quickly opened it, and pulled out the neatly printed and carefully worded official documents inside.

The title is prominently displayed: FBI Interstate Law Enforcement Incident Notification.

The document number was clear, and the date was recent. Aiswin's eyes quickly swept over the main text.

The reason for this report is: a notification regarding the shooting involving Constable Eric Stevens, badge number 3462, at the Anley Cafe and Gas Station in Fredericksburg, Virginia.

Upon seeing this, Eswin's cheek twitched. Another shooting. Based on his experience, this kid was probably going on another killing spree.

Why is this kid not going to work? When did he run off so far away? He even went to Virginia?

(End of this chapter)