The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 164
Reacher looked puzzled, frowning and staring at Jack for a long time, as if wondering where his reasoning went wrong.

The female police officer gestured for the two to finish their coffee and return the cups, "It's interesting that both of you are named Jack."

Jack stood up again, handed over the ceramic cup in his hand, turned around and extended his hand to Reacher in a friendly manner, "Jack Tavole."

Reacher was still frowning, still watching him carefully while shaking hands, "Jack Reacher."

At this time, Finlay walked out of the office in a hurry, and greeted the female police officer: "Roseko, we have to leave immediately, the phone number has been found."

"It seems that the two of us are going to get along for a while, maybe we can talk about how to distinguish each other, or give each other nicknames or something?" Jack suggested with a smile.

"Just call you Little Jack." Reacher looked down at him.

"I don't know who is older than who." Jack also lowered his head, looking at the position of the other's head.

The two fell into silence again.
In less than an hour, female police officers Roscoe and Finlay escorted a well-mannered white man in brand-name casual clothes into the police station.

"Go in." Finlay opened the iron door of the detention room and gestured to the white man.

The other party looked at Reacher, as if seeing a monster, Jack moved his butt to the side, and then he leaned against the wall tremblingly, and sat down next to Jack step by step.

"Hey, Reacher, come with me." Finlay waved his head, signaling him to come out.

"No." Reacher sat motionless.

Finlay's eyes widened, "Excuse me, what did you say?"

"Unless you untie me first, you all know I'm not a murderer, and this stuff hurts me."

Finlay was helpless, and said to Rothko, "Go get a letter opener."

"No need." Lei Che stood up, exerted force on his arms, which were about the thickness of normal human thighs, and the plastic cable tie on his wrist was easily broken, and then he picked it up with a smile.

"Do you have recycling bins here?"

Jack looked at the standard handcuffs on his wrists and fell into deep thought. If he did the same, wouldn't it scare people?
"It's not good for you to do this. Next time they will know to tie a few more."

Watching Reacher walk out of the detention room, he sincerely made a suggestion.

"No, I have large handcuffs in my safe." Finlay replied, closing the iron door casually, and leading Reacher into his office.

It was quiet at first, but soon the two had an argument in the office. Finlay opened the office door and shouted: "Stevenson, come to my office."

Ever since seeing the well-mannered white man being escorted back to the police station, some restless young male police officers bowed their heads into Finlay's office.

In less than 5 minutes, he came out with a pale face, and then the arguing in the office became louder.

Finally Finlay came out in a huff, and said as he went, "You can tell I've just quit smoking, but you don't know what I'm going to do?"

Lei Che was also very annoyed, and followed behind him relentlessly, "You are fooling around, someone turned himself in, and I helped you."

"You helped me?" Finlay pointed at him impolitely.

"You seem to be a little confused about the situation. No matter your current scruffy appearance, unemployed status or homeless living conditions, it shows that you are no longer a policeman. Director Morrison asked me to lock you up until It can be confirmed that you were indeed on the long-distance bus at the time of the incident."

As he said that, he turned his head and ordered Rothko, "Notify the county jail to escort the prisoners. These three guys will be temporarily detained until we investigate the case clearly."

This time Reacher was really put in large handcuffs, and received the same treatment as the other two.

After a long wait, a prison van stopped at the entrance of the police station. Before the three of them were escorted out of the detention room, Reacher said to Roseko, "Put away the watch on his hand."

He was referring to the new white man next to him, and Jack on the side also reminded: "And his ring, otherwise he will be stolen within five minutes after he goes to jail."

Roseko glanced at the two in surprise.

"It was a pleasure chatting with you just now." Reacher thanked Roseko seriously. The female police officer took off the watch and ring for the white man while looking at him with complicated eyes.

Forget the two of you getting married in situ, Jack secretly rolled his eyes, as expected of the hero and heroine, seeing each other so quickly.

There were only three people sitting in the empty prison bus. Jack looked at the sunset outside the window and felt very melancholy. He really paid too much for revenge for Hannah.

That is to say, I am not an ordinary person now, otherwise I would enter Laomei's prison for no reason like this, I am afraid that I will not really be picked up by soap.

"Thank you. Thank you for reminding them about the watch and the ring. My name is Paul Herborg."

The white man seemed to have finally summoned up his courage, and stammered his thanks to the two of them.

"Shut up, my journey has been ruined by you." Lei Che glared at him angrily, instantly making his courage disappear.

"Then, why were you arrested?" Jack, who was sitting in the back row, patted Paul on the shoulder.

"Detective Finlay came to me and said that a phone number was found in the shoe of a dead body, and that number belonged to me, so I directly admitted that I was the killer."

Paul answered in a low voice.

"So, you really killed someone?" Jack asked knowingly, this guy looked like a weak chicken, his thighs were not as thick as Rachel's little arms.

"No, you guys won't understand, if I don't admit it, I'm dead." The guy hugged his head and sobbed.

Jack didn't ask any more questions, just confirm that this guy is the key witness, and then just wait for one more thing to happen to force the protagonists to unite, and the situation can be broken directly.

When the prison bus drove into the prison, it was already dark. A sloppy old prison guard was waiting outside, watching the three get off the bus one by one, and said.

"I'm Officer Spangler, follow the yellow line, prisoners, you will be held in isolation cells until they arrange for your arraignment over the weekend."

After changing the prison uniforms, the three of them were taken into an empty four-person cell and had nothing to say for a night.

In the early morning, after a bell rang, the electromagnetic lock of the cell opened automatically. Jack opened his eyes and got up, and saw that Reacher, who was also sleeping on another bunk bed, had jumped out of the bed and walked out of the cell.

That Paul squatted in a corner of the cell, looking restless, knowing that he hadn't slept all night, Jack patted him on the shoulder, and followed him out of the cell.

The corridor outside the cell was very lively, and some people were playing rap music. Jack looked around and found that the prisoners around him were all guys with gang tattoos on their arms.

Looking at Lei Che, the two hurried back to the cell.

(End of this chapter)