The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 199 The Coveted Twins ([-])
"Tracey is a 'warrior', even if there is a gun pointed at her head, she will not submit obediently."

"When we were adolescence, we were particularly resistant to those personal protections. My father insisted that we learn self-defense, so that we could get rid of the bodyguards after we entered college."

Hearing what the little girl said, JJ flipped through the report provided by the police officers at the scene, pointed to the situation inside the car in the photo and said to Jack.

"She was right. There were fingernail scratches on the car seat. Trish was forcibly dragged away."

"Do you think your sister is still alive?" Jack asked Cheryl.

"I know she must be alive." Cheryl said with firm eyes.

JJ was a little dubious, "Is it really confirmed through the telepathy between your twins?"

Cheryl showed a little helplessness on her face, as if she had explained it too many times.

"It's not as miraculous as you think. It's not the special function that I will cry when I poke her with a needle."

"But if something bothers her and puts her in a bad mood, I can feel that even if we are thousands of miles apart, we can detect the ups and downs of each other's mood recently."

Jack and JJ looked at each other, both dubious.

"It seems that we need to find out from our Encyclopedia of Dolls whether there is really such a magical connection between the twins."

Jack said that he took the information in JJ's hand, and compared the scene environment to reproduce the scene.

"According to the tire marks in the photo, Trish and her boyfriend drove by here, a car stopped in the middle of the road, they had to brake suddenly, and they might have gotten out of the car to check, well, the footprints of the two extended all the way here, and then I turned back."

"When they got back to the car, the robber suddenly appeared and shot directly at the boyfriend in the driver's seat. Very decisively, the bullet shot into the forehead, passed through the back of the head, and stayed in the headrest of the seat."

"That's weird." Jack turned to look at JJ.

"For the kidnapper, Tracy's boyfriend is an obstacle. He just wants to kidnap Tracy alone. It's understandable to kill her boyfriend, but it's unnecessary to turn to the front and shoot close to the face. Isn't this a bit deliberate?"

"Out of hatred? The hijacker wanted Tracy's boyfriend to feel fear before he died?" After hearing Jack's reappearance, JJ subconsciously came to this conclusion.

"Your deduction from nothing sounds more unscientific?" Cheryl muttered aside.

"Maybe, we should go back."

Jack shrugged. He began to feel how enjoyable it is to work in BAU. There are a bunch of police officers, police detectives and even FBI agents. They only need to gather and analyze all the information at the terminal.

The little beauty Cheryl was invited to the back seat of the car, Jack drove JJ, and the three of them went to the Davenport family's residence together, followed by the two Justice Department agents who had acted as bodyguards before.

As a full-size SUV, this Saabban is 5.7 meters long, more than 2 meters wide, and 1 meters high.

It's a pity that BAU has to travel across the country, and I will probably only be able to drive around in the future. It is unlikely that the FBI will provide him with one.

When several people arrived at Davenport's house, the agents of the local FBI support team were about to leave. They routinely ruled out the possibility of bugs being installed in the house and brought a bunch of equipment.

Several laptop computers, a full set of phone tracking and recording devices, when Jack and the others entered the room, the almighty little helper Reid was busy in front of these devices, making preparations for debugging.

A middle-aged man with a haggard face saw Cheryl behind Jack, let out a low cry, and hugged her.

This should be the father of the twin girls, Evan Davenport.

Rossi was sitting on the sofa, worrying about the thick manual with the expression of a subway man looking at his phone.

"Too long out of touch with new technology?" Jack quipped.

"I thought it would be enough to learn how to use a smartphone, but I didn't expect that even the monitoring equipment would be updated so quickly."

Rossi looked a little helpless, "We still used tapes at that time."

"This button is to answer the call. This button can block our voice. After pressing it, the red light will light up. We can hear the other party's voice clearly, but the other party cannot hear us."

"Leave the rest to me. The computer will record the whole process and convert the conversation into text."

Seeing Rhett set everything up quickly, a young man in a suit and leather shoes, about 30 years old, got up to say goodbye to everyone, and comforted the worried father-Evan Davenport.

"Evan, don't worry too much. The New York branch will be responsible for tracing the source of the call. Rossi and his team will fully assist you. Two agents from the Department of Justice will stay here for close protection. There are two sets of FBI agents outside the house." Officers are in charge of 24-hour surveillance."

Evan Davenport shook hands with him, "Thank you, Scheer, and give my regards to your father."

"Are you familiar with this agent?" Jack glanced at the back of the agent leaving, and asked casually.

Evan Davenport's mind was on his missing daughter, he nodded casually, and explained casually, "He is from the New York office of the FBI. He is young and promising. I often deal with his father."

Jack looked up at the clock, and it was just before 7:[-] in the morning, and it was more than an hour before the call time that the kidnapper said, so he asked everyone.

"Would you like coffee? I'll make some and make some breakfast by the way. Everyone needs to be at their best before the other party calls."

"Let me help you." JJ, who seemed to be gentle and virtuous, offered to propose.

"American condensed, with double the sugar." Reid, who was flipping through the materials, replied without looking up.

"After I go back, I will urge you to squeeze out all the extra sugar intake."

With threatening words on his mouth, Jack and JJ walked into the kitchen under Cheryl's guidance.

While eggs were frying on the stove, Jack and JJ were back on the topic of twins.

"Maybe it's because I'm an only child. I always find it incredible. Does this kind of telepathy really exist?"

JJ frowned and thought so beautifully.

"Actually, there may be a physiological basis for this." Smelling the scent, Lai Reid interjected.

"Tell me, Mr. Know-it-all." Jack beckoned him to continue.

"I just read their birth data. Trish and Cheryl are rare mirror twins. That is to say, one of their internal organs is in the opposite position from ordinary people. Well, it's sister Trish."

"Her heart is on the right side and her liver is on the left."

JJ's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't believe it.

"Mirror twins split more than a week after single-sperm zygote fertilization, and their last strands of DNA code are completely identical. There are a small number of documents documenting the empathy of physical pain between these twins."

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