The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Fifteen minutes later, four people and two cars arrived at a two-story building at the foot of a hill. It was indeed remote enough. There was not even a decent cement road or asphalt road. A dirt road strewn with pebbles was the only way to the place. The roads here.

After parking the car, Rosko led everyone around the flower bed and set foot on the path leading to the main entrance, talking as they walked.

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

Of course she was not referring to Finlay, who had seen the world, but to Reacher and Jack, who had just behaved at the murder scene as if they were visiting someone else's house normally.

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

The other three were shocked when they heard this and looked towards the house facing everyone. The wooden door there was ajar and there were signs of violent prying on the door lock. However, the distance was relatively far. Except for Jack who sensed Superman, no one paid attention for the moment. to this exception.

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

While taking out the gun, Roscoe turned to look at Finlay. Seeing that he was not surprised at all that Jack was carrying a gun, she remained silent and followed him into the house.

"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 disturbed. Well, except for the underwear closet in Rosko's bedroom, a few pieces of underwear fell messily on the ground.

"Are you a simple nymphomaniac, or do you have a crazy admirer, Roscoe?" Finlay sighed and stuffed the gun back into its holster.

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

"No, it's the same group as the Morrison family." Reacher's eyes turned to the carpet at the door, which had obvious mud marks.

Jack nodded, "They stepped directly over the flower bed and brought in the soil, but the footprints are the same as those of the Morrison family. There are no lines. They are the same rubber shoe covers. I bet if you do micro-mark identification, they can be found inside." The Morrisons’ blood was found.”

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

"I am more inclined to think that some of them plan to come to you to 'relax' afterward. Judging from the footprints, only one person entered the bedroom at the end, while the others stayed in the living room. Of course, the possibility of killing you afterwards is not small. "

Jack held his chin and analyzed it carefully. He only had to hold a pipe in his mouth to COS Sherlock Holmes.

Rosko looked disgusted by the plot he had deduced, and turned around to close the door, but revealed the three letters carved on the back of the door - 'SEE YOU SOON'

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

As she spoke, she paced back and forth in the living room irritably. Reacher stood aside and tried to comfort her, "I know you are scared."

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Fear?"

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

"Look at how I look scared. I am angry. Look at my eyes. Is there any fear in them? You are such an arrogant big man."

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

"They broke into my room and did some dirty things, thinking it would scare me? This is my home. I decorated it with the money I saved! In this small town built by my family, Do they think I dare not touch them?"

Lei Che stood motionless on the spot, looking a little shocked by the way Little Pepper breathed fire. Finley's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe the true temper of this little policewoman who was usually silent under him. So hot.

"What are you looking at? If you hadn't come out of nowhere and taken my position away from me, I should have been the only police detective in this town!"

Rosko's not-so-full chest rose and fell violently due to emotion, and no one in the room dared to speak for a while.

Bang, Jack, who had already opened the refrigerator in search of ingredients at some point, closed the refrigerator door, breaking the seemingly frozen atmosphere in the room.

"Rosko, are you losing weight? Why is there not even a box of bacon in the refrigerator?"

Seeing three people looking at him at the same time, this guy was holding a box of eggs in his hand and looked surprised. "Didn't you just say that you should go into the house to get some food? I just ate a sandwich in the morning and I'm starving to death."

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"Are you saying that Morrison is complicit in the control of Paul Hebsburg?"

Half an hour later, four people were sitting around a small table in the backyard of Rosko's house. Finlay's eyes widened again.

"Otherwise, is this a huge coincidence? The conditions at the death scene of Director Morrison and his wife are consistent with what Paul Heborg described to us in prison. He said that if he got into trouble, the person who controlled him would This is how he will be tortured.”

Reacher's analysis is sound.

"Then why were you two unwilling to tell me anything before? Are you willing to tell me now?" Finlay's heart was a little hurt.

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

Finlay: "."

Reacher continued, "I guess the intention was to have Morrison frame me for the murder, but because Roscoe obtained the coach company video, I was acquitted. 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 Rosko before, but I didn't trust you."

"And you're hiding something. A black policeman with a 20-year pension suddenly left Boston and came to work in a southern town that is full of racial discrimination? 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 still busy at work. I promised her that she would get better, but in the end she still couldn't hold on. I came to It’s not for any other reason, it’s just to punish yourself.”

Everyone was silent, and it took a long time for Lei Che 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."

Before he finished speaking, his cell phone rang, then Rosko's, then Jack's.

Jack raised a finger, signaling for everyone to answer the phone first.

The three people were on the phone for a short period of time and quickly hung up.

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

"Tiller convened the town council urgently, at the church in an hour." The content of the calls received by Roscoe and Finlay were the same.

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