North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

Chapter 101 Suspect

The prison where the former school doctor Deren is located is an old public prison called Harper Prison, located in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

The surrounding area is very desolate.

Dean and the two were on the road and saw many people on horseback passing by.

This is the real country.

This kind of public prison is no longer popular.

Most of the public prisons only cost the government money. Compared with the consumption, the revenue of the prisons is often beyond the means, which is a burden.

by contrast.

Private prisons not only save worry and effort, but also earn money. They can also provide enough jobs and provide enough cheap goods for the market.

Compare.

Any fool knows how to choose.

The reason why Deren's prison can be preserved until now is entirely because it is surrounded by a farm, which can be self-sufficient to a certain extent, and can generate certain income by farming and stepping on sewing machines.

But the environment of the prison is somewhat difficult to describe.

"Is this Harper Prison?"

Looking at the dilapidated yellowed concrete building in front of him, Harry was a little surprised.

The perimeter of the prison is surrounded by a circle of barbed wire.

Although there was a reminder of high-voltage electricity, a yellow dog blatantly rubbed back and forth against the iron grid, and then backed up and left contentedly after marking the site.

Harry felt that if he was given a spoon, he could escape from prison in half a year at most.

"Look at the signboard, it's here."

Dean wasn't surprised by this.

According to the information provided by Daisy.

In Harper Prison, in order to save money, only four prison guards are employed, with two or two rounds of day and night shifts.

The number of prisoners here is also decreasing year by year. At present, there are only more than 80 people, and the food and the like are all handled by the prisoners themselves.

It can be called careful planning.

Harry: "...So, it's possible that Dren will run out of here and come back after committing crimes."

Dean nodded and patted the rusty iron door.

The iron door was old and rusted, and it creaked harshly.

A sleepy white prison guard poked his head out of the upstairs window: "Hey, today is not visiting time, get out of here!"

"I'm Detective Dean from the Los Angeles Police Department. I'm here to find out about a prisoner." Dean took out his detective card.

"What?"

Dean didn't know whether the other party didn't hear clearly or did it on purpose, so he had to repeat it again.

moment.

A fat and white prison guard, panting heavily, came out of the office, opened the iron door, and welcomed the two of them in.

He seemed to be living well here, but he was a bit silly and didn't introduce himself. After confirming the identities of Dean and Dean, he led them upstairs dully.

The environment here looks a bit like an old apartment.

Although dilapidated, it is also divided into three floors.

Entrance reception area, cell + activity work area, kitchen logistics area.

Dean and the others are now at the entrance reception area,

On the other side of the building is a flat area for free activities, the size of two football fields, and further away is the flat cell area.

Dean noticed that there were many cameras over there.

A black prison guard was carrying a rifle, sitting on the watchtower and smoking a cigarette, looking very relaxed.

into the office.

The door opened.

A strange smell came over the surface.

This smell is very similar to the smell brewed after a month of no hygiene in a boys' dormitory where more than a dozen people live, with toilet paper everywhere.

Harry couldn't help covering his nose, and complained: "Dude, you should ventilate this place more, by the way, my name is Harry, buddy, what's your name?"

"ah?"

The white prison guard was stunned for a moment, and then said stupidly: "Hehe, my name is Al, and I'm in charge of the day shift guard. They think I'm stupid, so I'm usually in charge of reception and doing some odd jobs here."

Harry: "."

Dean: "."

Well, it sure doesn't look smart.

Seeing this, Dean had no choice but to take the initiative to ask: "We are here to learn about Deren Haas's situation. Could you give me a brief introduction?"

"Derlon?"

Al nodded: "Yes, what do you want to know?"

"How does he usually behave?"

"It's pretty good. The prisoners here get along pretty well, and there's never even been a fight."

"How many people are visiting him?"

"Visiting?" Al thought for a while before hesitantly said: "His son and wife will come to see him every month and send some money or something. After all, the supplies here are relatively scarce."

Harry was surprised: "You still have a store here?"

He was not surprised that things could be sold in the prison, but rather surprised that there were still people running shops in such a dilapidated place.

"There is no store, but if they want something, they can ask us to help them buy it. We will charge a little more money as a hard work fee."

Saying that, Al smiled a little embarrassedly.

Prisoners also have wages, and the family will help them from time to time.

The income of their prison guards is not high, and earning a little hard work fee is considered an unspoken rule.

While the two were talking, Dean kept looking at Al.

Al seems to have a problem with his IQ. They were sitting, but Al stood like a child being questioned by his parents, with his head down, asking and saying something.

"Al, have you ever seen Deren's mother come?" Dean said suddenly.

Al shook his head: "When I was on duty, I only saw his son and his wife coming over, and I never saw anyone else come to see him."

"Okay, can you call Deren over?"

"No problem, let me talk to Kaniff." Al pointed to the black prison guard in the watchtower outside: "He is my companion, and we have always been on the day shift."

After he goes out.

Harry finally couldn't help it anymore: "Dean, do you think this guy has some brain problems? He makes me feel like I'm back in my school days, but this time I'm a teacher and he's a timid student."

"IQ is fine, it's just lack of self-confidence and lack of communication with outsiders." Dean pointed to his ear: "Didn't you find that he likes to measure his head and listen to us?"

"What's the meaning?"

"He probably has a hearing impairment in his right ear, and he is afraid of being discriminated against. He didn't wear a hearing aid, so he did it subconsciously."

Harry looked at Dean adoringly: "Dean, the longer I know you, the more I feel that you are like the sea, unfathomable and profound in knowledge, and like the clouds in the sky, vast and vast."

Being licked by a man so shamelessly.

Even Dean was a bit overwhelmed.

He pointed to the table near the window: "Harry, you are exaggerating, I just saw the hearing aid on the table."

Harry: "."

He practiced poetry and chanting Dafa all night, and he was slapped in the face as soon as he took it out.

To ease the embarrassment.

He pretended to walk to Al's desk, picked up the hearing aid and looked at it: "Well, this thing looks ugly, and it's really easy to be discriminated against if it looks like a headset. Huh~ "

Sudden.

Harry seemed to have discovered a new world. He opened Al's drawer and squeezed out a pair of pink lace pantyhose.

The top of the pantyhose was covered with dried yellow stains.

The two immediately understood what it was.

Harry even threw the thing back in disgust, and said with a bitter face: "He is so stupid for hand punching in the office, I just hope that this lace didn't belong to some old lady he stole!"

"It should be a female visitor who left it here."

Dean smiled and pointed to a corner of the desk: "Some couples who come to visit always need to solve their physical needs. Only this office is relatively hidden here."

Harry looked down.

There are a few small umbrellas stuffed there that haven't been cleaned

He couldn't complain anymore.

There is not even a gun room in this broken place.

Waited about ten minutes.

Al came back alone, with shame on his face: "Sorry, Deren doesn't want to see you, Kaniff covers him, and said that if he wants to see him, he needs the police department to send us a summons application."

"FK!" Harry cursed secretly, and said helplessly, "Dean, it seems that a lot of Deren's money is in honor of that Kaniff."

Few prison guards would get stuck and disgust them because of some procedural matters.

Dean also frowned, and said to Al, "Do you have cameras in the cell area?"

"Yes, this is the request from above, and it is also convenient for our management, and there will be spot checks and monitoring every week to prevent prisoners from colluding with prison guards to go out."

"I want to see Deren's latest monitoring."

"no problem."

Al led the two of them to another room on this floor.

There are twenty screens here, half of which is the prison area, and the other half is the prisoner's activity area.

Checked.

Deren has been in prison since December, behaved honestly, worked hard, and completely changed his mind.

And Dean noticed.

Most of the prisoners in this prison are middle-aged and elderly in their forties or fifties.

No wonder Al said it was peaceful here.

After all, these prisoners are not necessarily more comfortable than in prison after they go out.

At present, the possibility of Deren himself escaping from prison and committing the crime can already be ruled out.

Dean was suspicious of that Kaniff.

Harry was right.

The black prison guard was indeed covering Deren.

In all likelihood, the other party has received bribes from De Lun.

And Al said that he and Kaniff have always been on the day shift, and when Howard was hurt, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Kaniff has the time to commit crimes!

Think here.

Dean tentatively asked, "By the way, Al, do you know anything about Kaniff? How is his relationship with those prisoners?"

Al hesitated, as if he was afraid of something.

Dean winked at Harry.

Harry understood immediately, and stepped forward to put his arms around Al: "Dude, we are the only ones here, and we will leave soon, you can say whatever you want, it is impossible that you are afraid of that Kaniff, right?"

"I'm not afraid of him!" Al raised his head angrily, his face flushed slightly, and he lowered his head again: "But he is really fierce, and he will blackmail those prisoners. Every time someone brings something over, he will keep it for himself. For one thing, I don't like him, so we rarely communicate."

"Okay, thank you, Al, if Kaniff asks you, just say, we asked who came to see Deren." Dean patted Al on the shoulder gratefully.

Rarely did Al seem to meet anyone who treated him so kindly.

He sent the two of them out of the prison all the time, and when they were parting, he asked if they would come back again, looking quite reluctant

in the car.

Harry took out his mobile phone and dialed out one by one.

Dean quickly saw his connections.

Only three minutes passed.

Harry received the accurate information, and said to Dean excitedly:

"My friend's friend lives in the town where Kaniff is.

He said that Kaniff has an autistic son who often needs professional psychiatrist treatment, so life is very tight.

But half a year ago.

Kaniff's wife and son went to New York for consultation with a well-known psychiatrist.