The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 162 Attending the Interrogation
"I'm just an insurance seller"

Jack argued weakly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry in his heart, Justin is becoming more and more like a normal person now, and he has learned to play tricks on others.

The female police officer's perception of the guy in front of her plummeted, "Sell pension insurance to sixty-seventy-year-old women?"

"You need to know that there are more and more centenarians in our country, and the problem of abuse in nursing homes is frequent." Jack began to talk nonsense seriously.

The female police officer glared at him angrily, then turned to Finlay and asked, "Do you want me to put him in the cell?"

Finlay shook his head, "I still have some questions to ask, leave them to me." After speaking, he reached out to take the file printed out by the female police officer, and led Jack to the conference room.

The police station in this small town does not have a special interrogation room. There are only two conference rooms, one large and one small, separated by wooden walls. He can listen in here, so he took the file and went to the next door.

Sure enough, Jack was sitting on the chair and could clearly hear the door opening and closing from the next door, followed by Finlay's self-introduction.

"I'm Inspector Oscar Finlay, and I'm going to ask you some questions, and I know you've been informed of your rights, so you know you're not compelled to answer."

There was only silence in response to his awkward opening remarks.

Finlay snorted softly and continued.

"The body was found in the grass next to the highway, near an overpass, and was covered by a crushed cardboard box."

"The deceased was on the run, shot in the head and had no identification on him. Our coroner is fingerprinting the deceased."

"Shooting at a long distance, 9X39mm bullets, no casings were found."

"The victim was a male, in his 30s, of medium build, who was severely beaten after his death. Do you know who this person is?"

"How did he die?"

There was still endless silence in response to Finlay.

"Well, it was interesting talking to you, and I don't want to waste the rest of my afternoon, maybe your court-appointed attorney can get you to talk."

Jack heard the chairs being pushed back, scraping against the floor as someone stood up, and it seemed Finlay had finally lost his patience and wanted to end the futile communication.

Just when Jack heard the sound of turning the doorknob, a strange male voice suddenly appeared next door, deep and powerful, with a bit of resonance, "I don't need a lawyer."

Then came Finlay's teasing: "Listen, did he speak?"

"He only speaks when he wants to." Reacher also used the third person to answer.

"Why don't you need a lawyer." There was another sound of a chair being pushed, and Finlay should have sat back.

"Because I didn't kill anyone." Lei Che paused, then continued.

"At least not recently, and not in this town."

Finlay seemed to be at a loss for words, Jack couldn't see his expression, but he couldn't think of anything good about his face at the moment.

Then there was the sound of flipping the paper, and it took a while for the detective's voice to continue.

"Jack Reacher, both of his parents are dead, and he has a brother who is two years older - Joey. You are a veteran and once led the 'Army Military Police Unit 110 Special Investigation Team', so you are still a military policeman?"

Finlay went on to read, "You killed a few people in the course of your mission, but a court-martial later ruled it all justified, so if I think the man sitting in front of me is a trained killer Machine, do you know how that goes?"

"Your speculation is correct, but this murder has nothing to do with me. According to your description, there are at least three perpetrators."

Hearing that Reacher began to analyze the case, Jack next door also showed a smile on his face, showing a kind of sympathy among colleagues.

"Shooting at a long distance, one shot is fatal, so the person who shoots is a good shooter, 9X39mm bullet, it is a subsonic gun type produced by the former Soviet Union, I guess, it is a VSS, with its own silencer, high efficiency And quietly, this man is not a novice, because he picked up the shell case."

"Okay, please continue." Finlay seemed to think that what Reacher said made sense.

"The second person is a manic patient who can beat corpses, and his brain is not normal. This does not conform to the logic of the behavior of that professional gunman."

"The third person is introverted and has a certain degree of empathy, so he grabbed something casually and covered the corpse, because mania would not do such unnecessary things, and the shooter was strict in doing things and would not be casual. They covered people with cardboard boxes."

Jack nodded frequently when he heard it. Although this is a simple psychological profile, when he thinks that these words come from a big guy who weighs more than 230 pounds, it makes people feel full of peacekeeping. It seems that ordinary people will have a kind of prejudice. People with muscles must have muscles in their brains and are not good at thinking.

Finlay also seemed to think that Reicher's words made sense, "Your guess is very interesting, but today someone saw a person walking around the place where the corpse was dumped. His body shape fits your description. You know this is a small town, like You don't see many people your size."

"That person is me. I got off the long-distance bus this morning and walked all the way." Reicher explained.

"But the long-distance bus doesn't stop at Margrave." The blind student grasped Hua's point.

"I didn't say that the long-distance bus stopped at Margrave. The driver made an exception and stopped for a favor." Reacher was a little angry.

Jack felt that Finlay was deliberately provoking Reacher to test him out, and he was secretly amused. This guy hadn't figured out the situation yet, and the big guy opposite him was not only physically far superior to him, but also had an IQ.

Then the two had a boring confrontation about the purpose of Reacher's coming to Margrave. Reacher said that he came here on a whim, just to get to know a late blues singer-Blind Blake.

Finlay said that this is unreasonable. A homeless man with more than 200 yuan in his pocket ran hundreds of kilometers to this remote town just to learn about a deceased black blues singer?

Well, at this time, the image of Reacher in his mind has been fixed as a homeless man with nothing to do, or even further, a veteran with mental problems caused by PTSD.

"Well, the coroner concluded that the deceased was at 12 o'clock last night. If I can confirm that you were on the coach at this time, you will be cleared of suspicion, but before that, you must be locked up."

Finlay finally lost his patience and stopped listening to Reacher.

"Do you know what that means?"

Reacher's voice was a little lost, "This means that I will be here for a while, and it will take time to apply for a search warrant, too bad."

Finlay stood up bluntly, with a schadenfreude in his tone, "I'm sorry, the law requires a search warrant, come on, I'll take you to the detention room."

(End of this chapter)