The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 198 The Coveted Twins ([-])

"While not an authentic paella recipe, this tastes better than any rice I've had in Italy."

Rossi also looked very Italian when eating, taking his time and taking a sip of the wine on the side from time to time.

Of course, Jack didn't say clearly that his fried rice was really nondescript. The technique was authentic gold-wrapped silver, but instead of lard, he used butter with a stronger fragrance.

And compared to Yangzhou fried rice, it lacks the soul ingredients ham sausage and diced carrots. The shrimp, ham and some chopped clams and octopus inside are closer to the ingredients of paella.

In other words, Italian food is so similar to Chinese food that even Rossi didn't notice anything wrong.

Let Rossi taste the delicious food slowly, Jack took the information that JJ was reading just now from the table, and sat in front of Reid.

"Let me tell you about the situation."

There is not much information, and with Rhett's reading speed, it may take less than 3 minutes to collect it into his genius brain.

Sure enough, Reid lay back on a comfortable chair, squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to be still reminiscing about the ice cream cake just now, but began to talk incessantly.

"Evan Davenport, administrative assistant of the Federal Prosecutor's Office, who lives in the Southern District of New York State, widowed, has joined the Federal Witness Protection Program three times due to multiple death threats in the past ten years."

"Sixteen hours ago, from 11:12 last night to [-]:[-] this morning, his daughter Trish and her boyfriend were hijacked on the way home. Trish's boyfriend was shot in the face and died on the spot. Tracy Whereabouts are unknown."

"As a father, he joined the witness protection program, but his daughter has no protection?" Jack asked.

"Tracey refused protection when she was 18 years old." JJ replied.

Jack pouted, rebellious and deadly adolescence, the norm for old beauties.

Then he flipped through the information and saw a photo, "Tracey has a sister? Cheryl? They are exactly the same."

It showed two blond girls who were barely distinguishable from each other, wearing identical cheerleading uniforms, sweet and youthful-looking.

"Yes, they are twins."

Rossi wiped her mouth with a napkin and handed over a photo of a blackmail letter.

"You have to follow these instructions carefully to keep your daughter safe, you are to answer the phone at 8pm, you are to write down the instructions and you are to follow them strictly."

After Jack finished reading the contents of the letter, Rossi glanced at his watch and said.

"We have nine hours to go to Connecticut, complete the psychological analysis of the suspect, and help Evan Davenport prepare to deliver the ransom."

Jack showed the photo of the letter to Rhett and asked, "Have you identified it?"

Rhett nodded, pointing to the strokes of the letters above and the handwriting on the document, as well as some smudges on the bottom of the letter paper, "The handwriting on the letter matches Tracy's, she was forced to write it, and here, It's left over from the salt."

"These are her tears." JJ on the side suddenly realized.

"Tell me about your analysis." Rossi drank the last bit of wine at the bottom of the glass with some reluctance, and turned her gaze to Jack.

"The wording is very interesting. It's all about what you want, not when I will call. This represents a strong desire for control and dissatisfaction of the recipient, and the most interesting thing is."

"The blackmail letter usually asks not to call the police with a threatening taste, or what will happen. This letter does not mention a word. Is he expecting the police to participate or provocative?"

Jack frowned, the kidnapper felt weird to him.

"Then hurry up and rest, let us give him a surprise."

Rossi stood up and was about to clean up the table in front of her. JJ had already stepped forward to take away the food box on the table, including the empty wine glass.

"Ah, I'll do it myself." Jack quickly stood up, quickly put away the food box in front of himself and Rhett before the beautiful blonde girl reached out, and then followed her to the drink room at the front of the plane.

When passing by Rossi, he smiled and mouthed to Rossi, "A lovely girl."
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The Gulfstream business jet deserves to be claimed to be the fastest among civil aircraft, and it took just over two hours to fly to the destination. However, due to the three-hour time difference between the two places, when the plane landed, the sky was already dark.

"Dr. Reid and I went to Evan Davenport's home first, JJ, you take Jack to the scene, and bring Tracy's sister Cheryl back by the way. It is said that she insisted on going to the scene to sense the whereabouts of her sister. .”

After Rossi finished speaking, he took Reid into the car, and the local FBI agents who came to pick up the plane left a black Saab for them.

Jack drove, and the confused two followed the navigation to the place where Trish was kidnapped.

"What does the induction that Rossi just said mean? Did I mishear the word?" JJ asked suspiciously on the co-pilot.

Jack was also a little confused, and after thinking for a while, he replied, "Could it be the telepathy between the twins in the legend?"

The doubts of the two of them were quickly answered. When they arrived at the destination, they passed through the isolation zone set up by the local police. In the middle of the dirt road in front of them lay a petite and sweet girl. It was Cheryl in the profile photo. .

"What is she doing?" JJ curiously asked two agents from the Federal Department of Justice, who seemed to be acting as Cheryl's bodyguards.

"Lying on the ground?" The tall male detective stared blankly at the beautiful JJ, his brain probably short-circuited for a moment, and he spit out nonsense.

The short female detective beside him rolled her eyes and kindly explained for her idiot partner.

"She's trying to feel what her sister went through."

"You've been watching her lying there?" Jack was speechless.

The tall male detective seemed to have finally recovered from his amazement at JJ's appearance, and shrugged his shoulders mockingly.

"The sisters have been trying to get rid of bodyguards since they were 12 years old, and we are very satisfied that she is willing to stay in our sight."

Jack understood what the two of them were saying, and thought that he couldn't be too harsh on the two for their paddling behavior, so he took a few steps forward and knelt down in front of the girl Cheryl. Eye to eye with her.

The appearance of a typical American sweet girl, she is more beautiful than the one in the photo, and the black eyeliner supports a pair of beautiful eyes, like a character from a comic book, which reminds Jack inexplicably of "Spirit". The lovely daughter of Uncle C's family in Book Detective.

"No, I'm not crazy." Stared at by Jack with a smile, the girl quickly got up from the ground, patted the dust off her body, and her pretty face, which still had a bit of baby fat, turned red for a while.

"I felt it, she was dragged out of the car and fell here."

Cheryl took two steps forward and pointed to JJ's feet.

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　　This chapter was posted ahead of time, which is equivalent to the original chapter at 0:[-] pm. If there is time, I will see if I can add another chapter. If it is too late, I will add more chapters at [-]:[-] tomorrow.

　　
　
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