First, they headed to the underground garage. Shen Xin's theory was that the suspect might have hidden the car there.
"Six sectors, two per person. I'll take A and B. Check every single car, and look inside. Contact me on the radio if you find anything," Shen Xin said, giving his walkie-talkie a little shake.
The assignment for Celestial Skill's team was clear: one officer, one dog. A perfect setup.
By the time they arrived, it was nearly midnight. Most of the cars were back for the night, and the garage was packed.
Shen Xin led Celestial Skill, searching one car after another.
Some cars were draped in dusty covers, the kind that probably only go through two tanks of gas a year. They didn't skip any of them, checking every single one.
They searched two sectors—nearly three hundred cars—working straight through until almost four in the morning.
They also pulled the garage's entry and exit logs and re-checked all the vehicles that had entered since the investigation began.
