The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 260 The Misunderstanding

"Can you let us go!"

However, unexpectedly, when everyone followed Rossi to the door of a dilapidated old house, they received neither warm welcome nor cold resistance.

It was an emotional questioning from the eldest daughter of the family.

"What did you say?" Rossi was a little stunned.

"You have to stop all this. We thought that if you deliberately didn't return your calls, you would give up and stop pestering us."

The eldest daughter, Connie, was very excited. Although she didn't speak ill, she had a very unfriendly attitude. Jack was a little upset and wanted to go forward, but Jiejie, who was delicate and thoughtful, stopped him a step ahead and shook his head at him imperceptibly.

Rosie tried to explain, "I know it hurts, but I just want someone to pay for your parents' death."

"We don't care about that anymore," Connie yelled almost hysterically.

"It's been 20 years, we have to forget about this and move on, please, don't bother us, don't you think we're not bad enough?"

Perhaps because of hearing her voice, a young man and woman walked out of the house. They were her younger brother and younger sister. Neither of them spoke. They just stood behind their older sister with their arms folded, watching everyone in BAU coldly.

"Sorry, I won't bother you any more." Seeing that Connie was about to collapse emotionally, Rossi didn't explain any more, turned around and was about to leave.

Jack opened the car door again and was about to leave. Anyway, their goal was achieved. Although it hurt Rossi a lot, it could at least free him from the vortex of guilt.

"Don't give any gifts every year." Connie's last words made everyone in BAU turn around.

There was no stupid person present, and Rosie couldn't possibly give them gifts every year. It was a very bad reminder that would only arouse the resentment of the victim.

Rossi even funded this family in a disguised way before and in private, and it is impossible to make such a low-level mistake.

Sure enough, Connie continued, "We don't need those gifts, those things just remind us of the worst day of our lives."

"I've never given you any presents." Rossi looked back at her suspiciously, and everyone else stopped getting into the car, feeling a sense of hope in their hearts.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer Jeange, the liaison officer of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Operations Team, and these are my colleagues you're meeting."

Jiejie quickly walked up to the three people who were in shock, "Can I see the gifts you received?"

"We are all here for the murder of your parents 20 years ago. Detective Rossi has been thinking about this case and vowed to bring the murderer to justice, but he is a senior detective who is proficient in psychology and has great compassion. member."

Jiejie paused, and explained in a low voice, "So, we suspect that these gifts may come from."

Her words didn't go on, but the three young men obviously understood what she meant.

"Connie, please come in, I think they are all good people." The second son, George, took the initiative to open the door behind him.

"But." Connie seemed a little hesitant.

"Come on, we're tired of you waking up in the middle of the night. If they can find the killer, at least we won't have to worry about it all the time."

Although Alicia, the little girl with gothic makeup, spoke very aggressively, the meaning in her words expressed her concern for her elder sister.

"Come in, everyone, let's get those toys." The brothers and sisters took the initiative to invite everyone into the house, leaving the eldest sister Connie who was still at a loss, and went up to the attic to search.

Soon, the big table in the living room was filled with plush toys of all sizes, twenty or thirty of them.

"Is it all here?" Rossi picked it up and checked carefully, while Emily took a photo with her mobile phone and sent it to Garcia.

"Sorry, I can only find these, and we have thrown away quite a few." Alicia said.

"I wish you guys had told me about this sooner."

Rossi's expression didn't know whether to cry or laugh. As he said before, as long as there is one more clue, maybe the answer is right in front of him.

However, such a crucial clue was delayed for 20 years because of some small misunderstandings before he found out about it.

"We always thought you sent it, because only you still remember us."

As soon as Connie's words came out of her mouth, tears burst out of her eyes.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have treated you like that before."

Jack on the side grinned, this is so rare, these three children who lost their parents since childhood did not smoke D, and did not fall into prostitution. Judging from their clothes and the layout of the house, their lives are quite poor, but they still stick to some fundamentals. limit.

Even the three views are not skewed, and she has considerable empathy, which is simply a miracle. Jack thought of the grandmother of the children mentioned by Rossi, she must be a very remarkable woman.

Emily carefully inspected the materials of these plush toys with gloves on, "They are all cheap dolls."

"How did these toys get to you?" Rosie asked.

"Usually it's in the front porch at night, around 'that time' of the year, but this time I found it in my car."

Connie's expression became a little unnatural, "My car was parked outside the place where I was working."

"So you're being followed? Have you noticed who it is?"

Rossi also knew that the profession of a stripper made her a little ashamed to speak, so she didn't ask in detail.

"It's a pickup truck. I thought it was you. I'm really dizzy. I shouldn't suspect it's yours. The insomnia during this period made me very anxious. I haven't slept well for many days."

Connie apologized to Rosie again.

Rossi didn't know how to comfort her. The last time I saw her, the girl standing in front of her was only a 10-year-old girl. Now she is a 30-year-old adult woman.

He could only force his attention back to the current focus.

"Can you try to recall the details? About that pickup truck."

Connie shook her head, still apologetic in her tone, "It should be an old-fashioned Ford pickup, but at the time it had its headlights on, I didn't even notice the color, er, it should be dark."

"Please give us a moment, I need to discuss with my team members."

After speaking, Rossi hurriedly left the family's house with everyone.

"Jack, tell me you didn't forget to bring your cigar this time."

Rossi walked behind the Saab bus they drove, blocking the view from the house with the help of the tall vehicle.

(End of this chapter)