American forensics, but the gourmet system

"I've said it a hundred times! I did prescribe medication to Vera, but it was within the regulations!"

In the interrogation room, the sturdy Dr. Brown slapped his thigh hard.

"Hey, hey! Don't do anything to hurt yourself." Jesse immediately raised his hand and pointed at him, saying, "Otherwise, I'll have to handcuff you."

"I didn't mean to hurt myself, and I didn't mean to hurt anyone!" Dr. Brown was clearly agitated. "First, I almost lost my medical license because some damn addict tricked me into prescribing an overdose of morphine with a fake medical record. Now, I've been arrested and brought here because I prescribed medication to a patient with anxiety disorder... Do you know how unlucky I am?!"

Jesse snorted:

"If you had only prescribed medication, I wouldn't have arrested you. The problem is, the medication you prescribed was found in the deceased's stomach contents..."

"Isn't that inevitable?!" Dr. Brown slapped his leg again. "I prescribed the medication, and she took it! It would be strange if you couldn't find it in her stomach! Did she buy the medication just to display it, not to take it?"

Jesse's face darkened:

"Stop using so many rhetorical questions, Brown. I'm warning you, you're now being investigated by the NYPD as a suspect in Vera's murder. First, you need to explain your relationship with Vera beyond that of doctor and patient. Second, you need to explain where you went and what you did after 9:12 p.m. on December 5th, and who can vouch for that. Explain these two things, and you'll clear yourself of suspicion."

Dr. Brown's mood noticeably sombered after hearing Jesse mention his relationship with Vera.

He took a deep breath, placed his arm on the table, and began to speak:

"Okay, I often go to see her ballets... She's a beautiful and elegant girl, and when I found out I could sleep with her for a little money... I did it. As for prescribing medication for her, it was because she asked for it after learning I was a doctor. Also, if you want to know what I did on the night of the 5th, I can certainly tell you... I went to a bar in Queens after get off work, and the bartender and the security camera footage can vouch for me..."

"What's the name of the bar?" Jesse continued. "I need to contact them. You'll need to stay here until your alibi is verified, Dr. Brown."

Dr. Brown took a deep breath and said the name of the bar.

Jesse scribbled a few notes in the record book, then turned and saw Russell and the other two standing outside the interrogation room.

"You can stay here and use this time to think about whether you need to hire a lawyer," Jesse said to Dr. Brown, standing up. "Or you can plead guilty to us, and we'll assign you a lawyer to help you..."

"I am innocent..."

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"Dr. Brown said weakly."

"Alright then, hopefully the bartender and the CCTV footage will prove your innocence. If your alibi is valid, you can leave immediately."

Jesse turned and walked out of the interrogation room.

Dr. Brown sighed deeply behind him.

……

"That guy gave an alibi, saying he was drinking at a bar on the night of the 5th." Next to the snake plant by the interrogation room door, Jesse handed the transcript to Marty. "I have to check the veracity of this. You can continue questioning him... but he's not very cooperative. He seems to genuinely believe he's been wronged."

"Eighty percent of the people who walk into the interrogation room say they're innocent, and some even get very agitated, claiming they'll sue the NYPD." Marty took the transcript. "But the truth is often different from what they claim... What about the captain?"

"The office." Jesse shrugged. "He took the opportunity to sleep for a bit... He's slept less than four hours in total since yesterday. We'd better solve this damn case quickly, or we'll all be working several all-nighters in a row..."

That makes sense.

Diaz nodded, opened the door first, and walked into the interrogation room.

Dr. Brown seemed to be hoping Diaz would ask him something, but Diaz just sat there, staring at him coldly without saying a word.

"He must be under a lot of psychological pressure right now."

Marty sighed.

"Of course, even the Statue of Liberty would feel a little uneasy being stared at like that by Diaz..." Russell took the notebook from Marty's hand, "But I still want to know how this doctor managed to get Vera flunitrazepam... This stuff is on the list of strictly controlled substances in the United States, and even the most resourceful drug dealers on the streets of New York might not be able to get their hands on it..."

But after Russell flipped through a few pages of the transcript, his brow furrowed deeply.

He turned around and called out to Jesse, who was making a phone call at his workstation.

"Jesse, Jesse?"

"This is an NYPD agent. Is this... Oh, just a moment, I'll call you back in a bit."

He hung up the phone hastily and walked over quickly.

"What's wrong, Russell?"

"Didn't you say that the doctor inside prescribed flunitrazepam for Vera?" Russell pointed to Dr. Brown, who was still staring at Diaz. "But why isn't that recorded in your statement? It only says that he prescribed medication to relieve Vera's symptoms of anxiety disorder..."

"Because I can't spell that damn word." Jesse shrugged. "Those awful drugs are all so hard to spell, I don't even know what they're for... but the recording equipment in the interrogation room must have recorded it, so I don't think it's a problem to make the first draft of the interrogation record a little brief."

"Oh my God..."

Russell slapped his head.

"What's wrong?" Jesse asked. "Is the name of that medicine... important?"

"Of course it's important...and you've definitely got something wrong." Russell opened the interrogation room door and went inside.

He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Diaz.

"Dr. Brown," Russell said, taking a closer look at his hands resting on the table. There was no pigmentation from prolonged rubbing against gloves. "Are you an internist?"

"Of course," Dr. Brown nodded. "But I can also bandage minor wounds and stuff... Of course, we have two other surgeons in our clinic, so I usually don't need to handle surgical procedures... Why?"

Russell tried to soften his tone:

"It's nothing. I was just curious, you told my colleague that you prescribed Vera some medication to relieve her anxiety symptoms, may I ask what kind of medication it was?"

"Diazepam," Brown replied, somewhat puzzled. "Didn't I tell him? I gave Vera a thorough evaluation before prescribing diazepam, and I guarantee it's 100% in accordance with regulations..."

Russell gritted his back teeth.

Although diazepam and flunitrazepam both belong to the benzodiazepine class of hypnotic and sedative drugs, flunitrazepam is more harmful to the human body and has a stronger sedative effect. Some criminals even directly call it "***" or "amnesia water".

Diazepam is a widely used sedative drug.

Therefore, flunitrazepam cannot be obtained through legitimate channels such as hospitals and clinics, while only a medical record is needed to prescribe diazepam.

As for Jesse, he didn't understand at all what medicine Dr. Brown prescribed for Vera...

No culture is terrible.

Russell silently made a comment to himself.