The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 163 Jack, who worked so hard to get the plot back on track
Not long after, footsteps came from outside again, from far to near, and finally stopped at the door of this small meeting room. The next second, the door was opened, and Finlay's black face poked in.

"Tell me, is that 'Hulk' the murderer? Why are you investigating him?"

He closed the door carefully, with an anxious expression but had to deliberately lower his voice.

"I'm an IRS investigator. The murder case is outside my scope of investigation. I'm approaching him because of another, more important case."

Jack had a mysterious smile on his face.

"What's more important than a murder? Do you know how many years this town hasn't had a murder?"

Seeing that Jack was indifferent and pretended not to say anything, Finlay's face darkened even more.

"It's just a corpse to you. What I want to investigate are the numerous bones hidden under the calm water."

Jack stood up suddenly. Although he was not as big as Reacher, he was still able to overpower the black detective who was only a little over 1.7 meters tall in terms of momentum.

"Although you may have verified my identity, you should understand that our mutual trust is still very limited. Even if I tell you some things now, you will not believe them."

Surprised by Jack's sudden serious tone, Finlay's breathing couldn't help but stagnate, and he forced himself to stare into the other's eyes for a while, as if trying to judge whether the guy from the IRS in front of him was bluffing himself.

In the end, he found dispiritedly that he couldn't even convince himself that he had been in this small town for a while, no matter how much he lied to himself, he was fooling around or not caring about his colleagues, but something faintly told him that the person in front of him Guy is definitely not alarmist.

"Then can you tell me what the words and phone number on this note mean? We found it from the dead man's shoe."

As he spoke, Finlay took out an evidence bag, on which was a small note with 'PLURIBUS' and a string of numbers written on it.

Of course Jack knew that if the original plot was followed, the police would find two corpses near the overpass, and the other belonged to Reacher’s brother, Joey Reacher, and this note was hidden in Joey’s shoe inside.

Brother Wolf followed Joey last night according to his instructions. At that time, he was connecting with the deceased when he was suddenly attacked by an unknown person. The deceased was killed on the spot and Joey was also seriously injured.

If there were no unexpected factors involved, Joey would have stuffed the important clue, that is, this note, into his shoe before he died, but when he was rescued by the Wolf Brothers, the note arrived at Braque as a matter of course. In the hands of Stone, it was then handed over to Jack.

So early this morning, while it was still daylight, Jack rushed to Margrave, and according to Braxton's description, he found the crime scene.

Not only did he stuff the note into the shoe of the deceased, but he was also worried that no one would find the corpse, so he kicked some of the cardboard boxes covering it, and then he came to the restaurant at noon and waited until a certain big guy Appearing outside the restaurant, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the will of this world is spiritual, he must be moved by the fact that he worked so hard to maintain the original plot line. After all, only the number on the note can lead to the key witness who revealed the crime of the Kleiner Foundation.

The translation of the word 'PLURIBUS' into Chinese means Hezhong and Guiyi. Joey means that after gathering all the clues, he found the key person who can reveal the answer - the owner of this phone number.

So Jack replied very naturally: "I don't know, but why don't you directly check the ownership of this number?"

There was a little helplessness in Finlay's tone, "Private phone companies are more bureaucratic than the police system, and we are still waiting for a reply."

Jack shrugged, "The IRS can't help, but I have a hunch that the owner of this number may be very important."

Feeling that the guy in front of him was talking nonsense again, Finlay didn't bother to ask any more, and waved his hand, "I'll arrange for the two of you, Jack, to be locked up together, but the tramp is not suspected, and he might be arrested tomorrow morning." Let him go."

"No problem, the fake arrest warrant will be revoked tomorrow morning, but I can give you a suggestion." Jack said.

"What advice?"

"Don't use stereotypes to judge a person. That Reacher will be a good helper. I suggest you dig into his resume. Sometimes it's not a bad thing to admit that a person is better than yourself."

Jack smiled and said something heart-wrenching.

The black detective was silent for a while, then nodded with difficulty, "I really hate him, but I will consider your suggestion."

The so-called detention room was actually in a corner of the police station's office area. It was a single room surrounded by steel bars. Finlay opened the cell door, and Reacher, who was sitting inside, heard the voice and looked up at the two of them.

"Aha, we meet again." Jack greeted Reacher again.

Rachel ignored him, just frowned.

Jack didn't give up, and continued to try to strike up a conversation, "How about the peach pie in that restaurant? Is it as delicious as I said? I dare say this is the best peach pie in Georgia."

Lei Che frowned and looked at him for a long time before replying, "They rushed in and arrested me before I was about to take my first bite."

"Well, that's a shame." Jack shrugged.

One sentence killed the chat, and Jack didn't want to be too enthusiastic to arouse the other party's suspicion, so the atmosphere of silence lasted for a long time.

About two or three hours later, the handsome female police officer brought a cup of coffee and handed it to Leicher.

"You've been in here for a long time, I thought you might need a drink to pick you up."

"Thank you." Reach stood up, went to the railing to take the coffee, and smiled gratefully.

Jack raised his head abruptly, and looked at the female police officer anxiously. Although he had already eaten and drank three cups of coffee in the restaurant, he didn't worry about the shortage but the unevenness. Why did he only give it to Reacher.

The delicate female police officer glared at him, seeing that he smiled with eight teeth gleaming, a handsome face with two shallow dimples, she rolled her eyes angrily, turned around and poured another glass, but there was no candy. Let it go, hand it over directly.

Jack walked up to Reacher, reached out to take a sip, almost died of pain, and returned to his seat with the cup in his listless hands.

"I guess you like black coffee." The female police officer said to Reacher who was still standing by the fence.

"How did you guess it?" Reacher picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"You don't look fancy, creamer and sugar are just fancy things," the female police officer replied.

"So you think I'm innocent?" Reacher asked.

"Why do you say that?" The female police officer smiled brightly.

"Because I don't think you'd give coffee to a guilty person."

Jack on the side, "???"

Sure enough, the female police officer pointed at him, "Didn't I also send coffee to that scammer over there who preyed on elderly women?"

How angry, you guys just flirt if you flirt, do I still have to lie down when I eat a melon by the side?

Reacher seemed a little surprised, and turned his head to look at Jack with an innocent face, "So, he really isn't one of yours?"

Jack finally couldn't help but said, "Are you stupid, do you think there is room for extra photos on that wall? If I didn't come here in a hurry, I might still be eating crayfish in the 'Pelican State' today." Woolen cloth."

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(End of this chapter)