"They were still recruited on Twitter, using a flash mob as cover, but this time the method was more aggressive and riskier."
At Chapman Square, Wu took the initiative to meet Nick and Hancock and immediately briefed them. "Witnesses said the victim was doing yoga on the lawn as usual before it happened. Surveillance captured the whole thing, but the crowd still blocked the killer from view."
"Did it capture Doug Shallow and John Coleman?" Nick asked as he lifted the police tape and walked toward the body, which had already been covered with a white sheet.
"No. It was a different group this time, but on the Police Inspector's orders, two teams are already on their way to arrest them."
Wu pointed to the man crouching beside the body a short distance ahead. It was Renard, dressed in an immaculate suit. He had actually arrived before his two subordinates.
The body lying on the yoga mat had blonde hair. Although her face was swollen and distorted like that of the victim who had died on the streetcar, Nick recognized her at once. She was Selena's colleague, Camilla Graypool.
Renard glanced at his two detectives and said in a displeased tone, "Right now, all I want to hear is that you've found some leads."
If we had no leads, how would you know who to send people to arrest? Nick grumbled inwardly. He wondered whether his superior was taking a little too much interest in this case.
It was not that he resented his superior interfering in his case. Deliberately choosing to strike in public places was indeed particularly heinous.
But in their previous cases, Renard had been remarkably composed. Not only had he taken on the pressure from above himself, but he had also given his subordinates free rein,