Detective Mahoney looked at the paper with the letters 'BU' found in George's study, still baffled.
Sitting next to him, Detective Hale also frowned: "I checked the informant database back at the precinct this afternoon, and there wasn't any name related to BU, not even the slightest connection."
Gwen, sitting nearby, asked, "Could it be an informant from another precinct?"
Being an informant isn't just something you can decide to do.
After all, in the Federation, informants enjoy some special rights. For instance, when an informant is caught committing certain crimes, the district attorney's office can choose not to prosecute, and the court can use the clues they collect.
Unlike officers, any items discovered without a search warrant can be dismissed.
But such informants must be registered.
Hale also considered this point: "The deputy is coordinating with other precincts, but there's no news yet."
Gwen nodded and fell silent.
Hawk inquired about any clues regarding the gunman from the two detectives.
Typically, Mahoney and Hale wouldn't disclose case details to unrelated personnel, especially not to the victims' families.
But Hawk and Gwen weren't a typical case, especially since the victim was their precinct captain.
Particularly with what Helen mentioned as they left the hospital.
So...
They weren't discussing the case with Hawk and Gwen; they were updating the captain's wife on the case.
After all, George was only injured, not dead; he was still the captain of the Twenty-First District.
There wasn't much to report, though.
Because——
The suspect was already dead.
"After Hale and I found surveillance footage of the suspect fleeing the scene, we immediately issued a notice."
"Killing a police officer is a major crime."
"The entire New York Police Department got involved, and half an hour later, the Third Precinct patrol reported finding the motorcycle the suspect used to escape."
"However, the motorcycle had also been burned."
"The technical department quickly restored the frame number and identified the vehicle's suspect."
"But by the time we got to the suspect's residence, he had already hanged himself."
"There was a suicide note on the table."
"But whether it's a genuine or staged suicide, the forensic team from the Twenty-First precinct had taken it back for analysis."
"..."
Hawk and Gwen listened to Mahoney's account and exchanged glances.
Gwen furrowed her brows: "Could this suspect be the BU?"
Hale shook his head: "The suspect is named Ethan Thomson, initials ET, not BU, and we also found a gun in his bag beneath him when he committed suicide. Testing is underway, but the bullet caliber matches."
"A believer in Blood Red Apocalypse?"
"We're checking, but so far, there's no evidence linking the suspect to Blood Red Apocalypse from the scene inspections."
"Really?"
Hawk felt a slight curiosity about the response.
But not much.
After all, he wasn't a professional detective. At least in terms of investigation and solving cases, his skills were even less than Gwen's.
However, once again, he didn't need evidence to solve cases, only suspicion.
And Gwen told him not to intervene for now, so although he was interested in George's shooting case, it wasn't much; he mainly listened for Gwen.
But Gwen wasn't a professional either; she could only be considered top-notch among amateurs.
So after the three exchanged information, they couldn't think of a new method, and just had to wait for the forensic and analysis results to confirm the deceased's identity first.
As for this BU.
It seems we have to wait for George to wake up tomorrow to know.
Who knows if the mastermind will send another gunman to the hospital after knowing George was resuscitated, attempting to silence him again.
Wait a second.
Silence?
Hawk's eyebrows twitched, as he watched Gwen, who was seeing Mahoney and Hale out, and then voiced this concern.
Gwen, hearing him, smiled at Hawk.
Hawk was puzzled.
Gwen laughed and said, "This is the difference between amateurs and professionals, Hawk. The precinct already thought about it. Detectives Mahoney and Hale will go to the hospital to guard Dad."
Hawk suddenly understood.
That's right.
This is no ordinary officer injured; it's a precinct captain.
Hawk shook his head and chuckled.
"So we don't need to worry?"
"Yes."
Gwen nodded, smiling as she said, "Dad will wake up tomorrow, and by then, we'll know who this BU is. If Dad finds him and he escapes, that's when you'll need to act, Hawk."
Although she said she'd leave this case for George to handle when he woke up.
But if the suspect flees, that's a different story.
If he remains in New York City, he'll be arrested by Dad and face trial according to his procedural justice, that's the best.
But if he dares to run, then don't blame her for dispatching Hawk.
Gwen thought in her heart, then the two returned to Gwen's original bedroom to prepare for sleep.
About an hour later.
Hawk's movements suddenly paused.
Lying in bed, Gwen felt the abrupt and direct stop of Hawk's actions, looking at Hawk with slightly dazed eyes: "What's wrong?"
Hawk returned to his senses, looking at Gwen with a serious expression.
"Pop!"
"Helen has undergone Nirvana."
"..."