The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 171 The Angry Roseko

After 15 minutes, four people and two cars came to a small two-story building at the foot of the hill. The place was really remote enough that there were no decent concrete roads or asphalt roads. A dirt road scattered with pebbles was the only way to get here. path of.

After parking the car, Roscoe led everyone to go around the flower bed and set foot on the path leading to the main entrance, talking while walking.

"I'm going to get something to eat. Although I don't feel like I have any appetite, both of you should be hungry."

Of course she wasn't referring to Finley who had 'seen the world', but Reacher and Jack. Just now, the two behaved at the scene of the murder as if they were visiting someone else's house.

Jack stopped suddenly, nodded and said, "Roseko, I don't think your home is too remote, at least not 'quiet' enough."

The other three people were startled when they heard the words, and looked towards the room facing everyone, where the wooden door was ajar, and there were traces of violent prying open the door lock, but the distance was relatively far away, except for Jack, who sensed Superman, everyone hadn't noticed it for a while. to this exception.

Jack squatted down on the spot and pulled out a Glock from the calf holster and threw it to Reacher. He caught it and took out the FK7.5 himself. Roscoe and Finlay also subconsciously took out the Glock. own gun.

While drawing the gun, Roscoe turned to look at Finlay, and was not surprised to see that Jack was carrying the gun, so he followed him into the house without making a sound.

"no one!"

"Safety!"

Several people entered the small building and searched. There was no one in the house, and there was no sign of being tampered with, er, except for the inner wardrobe in Rosko's bedroom, where a few pieces of underwear fell to the ground in a mess.

"Pure sensuality or Rothko, you have a crazy admirer?" Finlay sighed, holstering the gun.

"I don't know, how could someone in this small town dare to follow me?" Roscoe's face was gloomy and terrifying.

"No, they're from the same group as the Morrison family." Reacher turned his gaze to the carpet at the door, which had obvious mud marks on it.

Jack nodded, "They stepped on the flower bed directly and brought in the dirt, but the footprints are the same as those of the Morrison's house, no lines, the same rubber shoe covers, I bet if you do a microtrace identification, you can The blood of the Morrisons was found."

"Are they planning to kill me too?" Rothko turned to look at Jack.

"I'm more inclined. Some of them plan to come to you to 'relax' afterwards. Judging from the footprints, only one person entered the bedroom in the end, and the others stayed in the living room. Of course, the possibility of killing you afterwards is not small. "

Jack rested his chin and analyzed carefully, he was just short of smoking a pipe to cosplay Holmes.

Roseko looked disgusted by the plot he deduced, turned around to close the door, but revealed the three letters engraved on the back of the door—'SEE YOU SOON'

"It looks like they're planning to come back."

Talking about her pacing back and forth in the living room irritably, Reacher stood aside and tried to comfort her, "I know you are very scared."

Unexpectedly, the voice was interrupted before it finished.

"Fear?"

The handsome female police officer walked up to him, raised her head and looked at him, baring her teeth like an irritated kitten at a big golden retriever that was two or three times her size.

"You don't look like I'm afraid. I'm angry. Look into my eyes. Is there a little fear in it? You domineering big man."

"Both the FBI and the CIA have recruited me. My IQ score is 99%, and the psychological evaluation is only 80%. Do you know why? This is the reason!"

"They break into my room and do nasty things, thinking it will scare me? This is my home, and I've built it up with money I saved! In this little town that my family built, Do they think I dare not touch them?"

Lei Che froze on the spot, looking a little startled by the way Little Pepper spewed fire. Finlay widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that this little policewoman who was usually silent under his command had a real temper. So hot.

"Look at it, if it wasn't for you, a guy who popped up out of nowhere, to replace my position, I should be the only police detective in this town!"

Roseko's not-so-full chest heaved violently because of the excitement, and no one in the room dared to speak for a while.

Bang, Jack, who had opened the refrigerator to look for ingredients at some point, closed the door of the refrigerator, breaking the frozen atmosphere in the room.

"Rosko, are you on a diet? Why isn't there even a box of bacon in the refrigerator?"

Seeing the three of them looking at him at the same time, this guy was holding a box of eggs in his hand, with a surprised expression on his face, "Didn't you just say that you went into the house to get some food? I ate a sandwich in the morning, and I was starving to death."
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"You mean Morrison is in cahoots with the people who control Paul Herborg?"

Half an hour later, four people sat around a small table in the backyard of Roseko's house, and Finlay's eyes widened again.

"Otherwise, is this a big coincidence? The situation at the scene of the death of Chief Morrison and his wife is consistent with what Paul Heborg described in prison. He said that if he gets into trouble, the people who control him torture him in this way."

Reacher's analysis is well-founded.

"Then why didn't you two tell me anything before? Are you willing to say it now?" Finlay's heart hurt a little.

Jack smiled, "Because you're still alive."

Finlay: "."

Letcher continued, "I guess the purpose of the people behind the scenes was to let Morrison frame me for the murder, but I was acquitted because Rothko got the video from the coach company, So they think Morrison screwed up."

"Although you acted like you wanted to force me to help you solve the case, you also forcibly sent me to prison, so I trusted Roseko before, but I didn't trust you."

"And you concealed something. A black policeman with a 20-year pension in his hand suddenly left Boston to work in a southern town full of racism and no shit? It's very suspicious."

Finlay was silent for a long time, and smiled bitterly, "When Sharon was sick, I was taking care of her while I was still busy with work. I promised her that she would be fine, but in the end she still couldn't hold on. I came to Not here for any other reason, just to punish myself."

Everyone was silent, it took Lei Che a long time to speak, "I'm sorry, I thought"

Finlay waved his hand and forgave him, "At least now we know who we can trust, which is a good thing."

He hadn't finished speaking when his cell phone rang, then Roseko's, then Jack's.

Jack raised a finger to signal everyone to answer the phone first.

The phone calls of the three were not long, and they hung up soon after.

"Mayor Tiller has just appointed himself acting chief of the police department."

"Tiller urgently called the town council, and it will be at the church in an hour." The content of the calls that Roscoe and Finlay received were the same.

The call Jack received was from Hannah, informing him that someone was awake.

(End of this chapter)