The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 90 Uphill Search

Rosalind seemed oblivious.

"Oh, that's funny. People see me like they see monsters. I see them too. Killing people is not cruel, and saving people is not out of kindness."

She kept smiling until her eyes met Jack's, and the expression on her face froze slightly.

There was no anger, no disgust, no fear in the eyes of this young police officer, he just looked at himself calmly, as if looking at a dead object.

The corners of Rosalind's mouth twitched, and she forced a smile again, her eyes glanced at Taylor Kelly next to Jack inadvertently.

"Officer Tavole seems to have a relationship with the opposite sex?"

"Huh?" You said yours, why did you mess with me?Jack turned off the system in his mind calmly, and his eyes refocused.

He had been wondering just now whether he should upgrade his rifle shooting skills after saving enough system gold coins, and then he would definitely go to Quantico to train like Hannah. He heard from her that there are many masters there, and his pistol and fighting have reached In order to be proficient, it will definitely reach the level of more than half of the people, but the rifle shooting skills are not satisfactory.

"Leave me alone, you're too old for me, I don't like matte ones."

Taylor Kelly subconsciously glanced at her arms, her skin was smooth and fair after being maintained in a beauty salon.

Rosalind snorted coldly, and finally stopped talking nonsense.

Everyone continued to trek through the forest with difficulty, but this time, within 10 minutes, Rosalind stopped under a tree and signaled that she had arrived.

Jack smacked his lips, Rosie, the old detective, has something.

"Ha, it's here. I buried the anesthetist at the root of this tree. I gave him anesthesia and put it in iced black tea. Isn't that ironic?"

"Then I watched the sunset with him and chopped off his hands and feet. It was an unforgettable day."

Everyone ignored Rosalind's creepy chatter. Superintendent Gray signaled to do it. John and Tim took out a portable engineering shovel from their backpacks and dug at the root of the tree.

Jack took Taylor Kelly and her cameraman aside, waited for the cameraman to take a few shots of the excavation, and supervised him to turn off the camera, and shooting was prohibited from then on.

"Found it." John found the skeleton without shoveling a few times. He scraped away a layer of dirt on the surface, and a skeleton that was basically completely white appeared in front of everyone.

"No hands and feet, it's the anesthetist." John looked a little excited, and several other police officers, including the prosecutor's assistant Del Monte, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Something's wrong." Superintendent Gray, the most experienced, frowned instead, and David Rossi next to him showed the expression of comparing Jack before.

"Officer Tavole, tell me."

Jack took a step forward, stood beside the two of them, and said in a low voice.

"The body was buried too shallow, less than two feet, and nothing was wrapped in it except clothes. There are coyotes in Griffith Park at night, and there are many other small carnivores with a keen sense of smell. If this is the first burial place , have been dug out by these animals long ago, and the bones will be scattered everywhere."

Jack watched an American drama called "Six Feet Under" in his previous life. It tells the story of a family in a beautiful country that runs the funeral industry. In European and American cultures, six feet means the burial of the dead. Down.

This six-foot depth is not unreasonable. Only when the burial is deep enough can the corpse be protected from being dug out and eaten by wild animals.

"Ah!" At this time, not far from John, Lucy, who was wearing gloves to help clean up the dirt, suddenly let out a scream, and sat down on the ground.

Taylor Kelly, who had been watching curiously beside her, also covered her mouth and hid aside, and everyone gathered around, only to see another corpse appearing next to the bone that John found, and it was in a half-decomposed state, exuding a An unspeakable stench.

Superintendent Gray made a basic judgment after just one glance: "6 months, up to 9 months."

All eyes were on Rosalind not far away.

"Don't look at me, I've been in prison for the past four years."

The crazy old woman smiled happily, like a chess player, taking the upper hand in chess.
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"How is this possible? The only person who knows where Rosalind's body is hidden is herself, and she has been imprisoned for four years. Why is there a body that was killed for less than a year in the same place?"

On the way back to the police station, Tyler Kelly left the cameraman behind and squeezed into Jack's police car, asking questions like a curious baby.

Jack looked at her helplessly, "You haven't gained enough today?"

"You must know something. I found that you and that handsome old FBI guy were the only ones who weren't overly surprised."

Taylor Kelly showed a flattering look, apparently today's windfall was not enough to satisfy a journalist's greedy appetite.

"If Miss Kelly wants to go into the detention room and be locked up until we solve the case, I don't mind telling you some inside information."

Taylor Kelly pouted, looking disappointed, then cheered up.

"Call me Taylor, we should be friends, right?"

Seeing that she finally stopped trying to trick him, Jack followed suit.

"Okay Taylor."

"Now that we're friends, can you tell me what's on your mind? You can lock me up in your house."

"Oh, woman." Jack sneered, and decided not to talk to this pretty chick anymore.

Back at the Wilshire Police Station, Jack took Taylor directly into Zoe's office, and now he can only count on the Lord Superintendent Anderson to restrain this restless journalist.

As soon as he left Zoe's office, Jack was stopped by Rosie who was walking towards him.

"Jack, do you mind if I call you that?"

"Of course not, what do I need to do?"

Jack's attitude was as respectful as ever. As the case took a turn for the worse, Delmont, the assistant prosecutor of the district attorney, finally realized that he was being used by Rosalind and stopped trying to show his presence.

David Rossi, the chief of special agents from the FBI, naturally took over the leadership of the case and began to call the shots.

"Superintendent Gray agrees to appoint you as my assistant, come and attend the meeting together."

Rossi seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and took out a box from her pocket and handed it to Jack.

"These are the tracking locators you want. The FBI's field office in LA just sent them here."

Jack took the box and opened it, and there were more than a dozen small black discs about the size of buttons and a tablet computer inside.

(End of this chapter)