Medical examiner Lani continued her findings. "After using ointment to fake stroke symptoms, Amy was taken to a county hospital with a secure ward for treatment, as per prison regulations.
Dr. Phillips then immediately performed an MRI on her. Meanwhile, Greg used his connections in the emergency room to obtain morphine and naloxone.
When the male nurse took Amy to the MRI room, he injected her with enough morphine to put her in a near-death state.
Dr. Charlie, out of kindness, quickly signed the death certificate. Amy was taken to the morgue, and Greg immediately injected her with naloxone to resuscitate her."
"Pretty crazy! If she hadn't been careful, Amy wouldn't have needed the last step." This was Jack's assessment. If it were him, even with the support of healing skills, he would have been extremely risky to perform such an operation.
"It sounds like the style of Pulp Fiction," Cassel sighed.
Lanny shrugged in agreement. "If you ignore Dr. Monroe's murder, this could be considered quite romantic."
"Perhaps. Since we can't disprove Greg's alibi, we can only assume he has accomplices. You guys investigate his social media accounts, and I'll check out his apartment. Remember to issue a nationwide notice.
Considering they've been planning their escape for nearly three years, their escape route must have been carefully planned. We can focus on the route to Canada."
Jack glanced at Castle. "Aren't you going to come with me?"
"Huh? No." Castle picked up a cardboard box from the table. "These are letters just delivered from the prison. They're all from Greg to Amy. I think I'm better at interpreting them."
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Two hours later, Jack returned to the 12th Precinct and found a sleepy Castle and Beckett in their office, flipping through hundreds of letters.
Seeing him bring another box, both of their expressions were rather resentful.
"These are the letters Amy wrote back to Greg, which I found in Greg's apartment. I hope you can find their Zihuatanejo."
Zihuatanejo is a small island in southern Mexico, the land of freedom Andy, the protagonist of "The Shawshank Redemption," dreams of after escaping prison.
After finishing the pizza Jack had brought back, they continued to look at the letters. Beckett rubbed his sore eyes and complained, "They're just love letters. There's no code, no metaphors related to the prison break."
"Then let's read them as romances, not detective mysteries. These love letters hold the souls of two lovers."
Jack shuddered at Castle's sigh. "Aside from Amy's repeated insistence on her innocence and her constant narration of how much she missed Greg, what else did you find?"
"Yes, her dear Greg misses her terribly, too." Beckett raised the reply Jack had just retrieved, looking overwhelmed.
Castle was the only one of the three who was still reading with gusto, even reciting a passage. "Days without you feel like years, but my love for you grows stronger each day."
Seeing him frown and pause, Beckett's interest was piqued. "Stronger?"
"No, more 'harder,'" Castle said, looking
at him with a puzzled expression. "Is that a pun?" Jack was puzzled as to how the two had persisted until this point.
But to be fair, judging by the educational level of Greg and Amy, seeing each other weekly for three years and writing hundreds of love letters to each other was definitely true love.
After all, with the joyful education of public high schools, many young people today struggle with even basic spelling, so a simple misplaced word isn't necessarily a cause for concern.
Beckett managed to find a way to cheer herself up and pick out one she thought was good. "I can't bear to see you suffer. Find someone to start a new life with. Make sure you're happy. If there's anyone in this world who deserves happiness, it's you, the kindhearted one."
"Ah, I remember seeing this reply just now." Castle dug out a letter from Greg from the box Jack had brought back.
"There aren't many things in this world I still believe in, but I believe in our love. No matter how many hardships and obstacles we face, no matter how hard you try to get rid of me, it won't stop my true love for you. I love you."
Castle pronounced the last two words, looking Beckett in the eye. They smiled at each other for three or four seconds, as if confessing their love to each other.
"Should I just start a kiss?" Jack sighed.
While the scene was fun, the cheesy, goosebump-inducing scene was the fault of both parties.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Castle rubbed his stubble, his eyes darting around. Beckett coughed strategically, stroking his bangs with his fingers, forcing himself to ignore the fluttering in his heart from the momentary eye contact.
Seeing Jack, forced into a third wheel, staring at her intently, the female detective glanced around awkwardly. Then, a flash of inspiration struck her, finally revealing the reason they'd been looking through the love letters in the first place.
"So, if a couple reunited after three years apart, where would you go first?"
"Hotel."
"Motel,"
Castle and Jack replied in unison.
"Are you serious?" Beckett sneered at the two men.
"Well, Jack's judgment is probably more accurate," Castle stammered, clearly still recovering from his earlier awkwardness. "Given their limited budget and the need for concealment, a motel is a better option."
"So you think that's what I'm questioning?" Beckett shook his head and sighed.
"Okay, so if it were you, where would the first place you want to go?" Jack poured himself a cup of coffee, as he was about to work overtime until late at night.
The female detective hesitated for a long time, and finally spread her hands, "I don't know, but it should at least be a romantic place, right? Or a commemorative place with some special significance?"
"Like the place where they first met?" Cassel's eyes lit up, and he rummaged through the box for a long time, pulled out a piece of letter paper and read.
"I will never forget the cold and rainy night when I saw you in the Burger King in Hillsdale."
After reading it, he snapped his fingers proudly, "Right there, in Hillsdale, New Jersey."
"Burger King? A commemorative place with special significance? Are you sure?" Beckett sneered.
"Well, that's stupid." Cassel shook his head, but did not notice that Jack secretly took out his mobile phone.
(End of this chapter)