North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1269 - 694: The Tucker Family (Part 3)

The investigation was not going smoothly. The staff confirmed that this car was parked here three or four days ago, but the gas station staff had no idea who the driver was. They didn't care at all; this parking lot belonged to the gas station but also allowed nearby people to park. They didn't register it at all.

The forensics team arrived quickly, and at the same time, Peter received permission to inspect the vehicle. Since the owner of the car hadn't been identified, they hadn't applied for a search warrant yet, but once permission was granted, the situation could proceed normally. Someone would take the blame.

The lock on the compartment was broken. Upon opening it, there was a faint metallic smell of blood. Sure enough, they saw dark, dried bloodstains inside the compartment.

Seeing these stains, Jimmy and his team could roughly estimate that the blood loss was very dangerous. If they didn't perform any hemostatic measures, the person's chance of survival was low.

The bloodstain analysis and DNA match were handed over to the lab. Jimmy and his team started another investigation around the area. Besides looking for surveillance footage, they needed to question local residents to determine what happened after the car was parked here.

According to the scene, once the car was parked here, they removed the license plates. They probably left using other forms of transportation. Now, the goal was to find the car they used to leave.

Jimmy observed the DC agents who had come over, busy radiating out from the gas station. He turned to glance at the gas station. It was a small station, with only two staff members responsible for fueling and shop cashiering. Presently, both were standing at the store entrance watching the agents work, although one of them seemed a bit nervous.

Jimmy gently tapped Agent Hope and walked toward the gas station employees. He instructed Hope to question the other person. He took the nervous employee aside and, sniffing, smiled and asked, "You smoked a joint, didn't you? Do you still have some on you?... Don't be nervous, I won't arrest you for that, as long as you answer my questions truthfully. You wouldn't want to lose this job and end up in jail, right?"

Jimmy gently patted the young employee, "You know I can check your records. I'll give you time to think about it. Who was it that left the truck here? What happened at that time?"

Jimmy initially just wanted to chat with him. In this situation, anyone nervous likely had something going on, making them relatively easier to handle. He hadn't expected to smell the burnt odor of weed as he approached—there was no mistaking it, he must have smoked a joint before they arrived.

Although working at a gas station isn't considered a great job, for someone willing to work, it's leverage one can use.

The young employee hesitated for a while, occasionally glancing at the other employee. Finally, he slightly lowered his head and said, "I don't want to testify, if you can promise me that."

Jimmy: "Very well, we have an understanding now. I can agree, as long as you give me the information I want."

Employee: "Hmm, also, I want an informant's fee."

Jimmy thought about it: "No problem, my colleague will handle that. Now, speak."

Employee: "I only saw them. Three people lifted two individuals off the truck, placed them in the back of a black pickup, then drove the pickup away. One of them was from the Tucker family; I don't know the name, just heard someone call him BJ."

Jimmy: "The Tucker family? A gang?"

The employee looked at Jimmy in surprise, "You don't know? It's the biggest gang around here."

Jimmy: "I see. Wait a moment, I'll have my colleague come over."

Jimmy pressed his radio to call Hope over; he would handle the situation from here on.