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However, something unexpected happened. Just as everyone was going out to get in the car, the Owens and his wife who lived across the street happened to go home accompanied by Emily.

They had just supplemented some records at the police station, and saw everyone from the BAU crowding around to put Keith Vaughan into the car, with a bit of surprise in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" Emily didn't know what happened, so she walked to the side of the road and asked casually.

"We are going to find out." Hotchner winked at her, indicating that now was not the time to talk about this.

"Have you found Lindsay? I need to talk to Kitson."

Bruce Owen wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Jack, "Mr. Owen, now is not the time."

Unexpectedly, the mentally broken father would be mistaken.

"Are you going to arrest Kitson? Did he do it? Son of the Beach, what happened, I want to know what he did to my Katie!"

Jack exerted a little force and put his hand on his chest, "Can you calm down? We have some questions to ask him. No one is arrested here."

"Don't tell me how to calm down, why are you arresting him?" Bruce Owen couldn't break away from Jack, and his emotions became more and more agitated.

"Kisun, if you are really involved in this matter, I swear I will kill you, I will definitely kill you!"

"Fake!" Jack sideways dodged his flying leg and put him down easily to the ground with a gentle touch of his hand.

Seeing that things were getting more and more chaotic, Rosie frowned at the couple and sighed.

"Bring them with you, we need to keep it a secret."

Jack rolled his eyes, and together with Hannah and Jiejie, "invited" the Owens to Sabo class.

While on the road, Rossi called Garcia at the same time and asked her to search the flight list that entered Los Angeles in the past 72 hours to find Irish passengers flying from Boston.

Also check lists of motels, hotels, and car rental companies to see if you can find any clues.

When we arrived at the Southeast Branch, most of the police officers in the police station were still performing search missions in the area defined by Red, so it seemed a bit deserted.

Several police officers who had just returned from rest cast curious glances when they saw that the FBI had brought back the family members of yesterday's victims.

The Owens were brought into the conference room next door. Hannah and Jiejie were responsible for comforting them. The rest of the BAU gathered in the opposite room.

"Who did you work for?" Hotchner crossed his arms and looked at Keith Vaughan in his seat.

There was an evidence board beside him, with a photo of the bloody corpse of the murdered girl Katie on it, and in the upper left corner was a photo of Keith Vaughn's daughter, Lindsay.

"Mark Crane Company, Boston." Keith Vaughn's eyes never left the evidence board since he entered the door, and he seemed a little lost when he spoke.

Jack didn't know anything about this name. He looked at everyone and saw that no one seemed to have any reaction. Instead, Emily's eyes lit up.

"I've heard that this Irish family advocates violence and is ruthless. No matter whether they are civilians or police, anyone who stands in their way will not escape their vicious hands."

"Yes, no one could catch them until we found Kisson. To be precise, he found us."

Pat Mannan made countless phone calls along the way. Now he has lost the arrogance he had when he threatened Hotchner and put on an attitude of "I am willing to actively cooperate with him". However, no one answered him and everyone's questions were directed at him. Went with Kitson.

"So this was your job? Clearing obstacles?"

Seeing Kisson opening the pill bottle in his hand and swallowing two pills, Hotchner asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"Are these pills helping you forget your past, or are they helping you hide your demons?"

Kitson was completely unmoved by his words and just stated in a calm tone, "Lindsay is the only reason why I am still alive."

Jack, who had been deep in thought, raised his head when he heard this, and looked at Rosie, who had remained silent, and exchanged glances with each other. A killer with a remorseful heart was a bit interesting.

"So, do you see the abuse Katie suffered as a warning to you?" Emily asked.

"If so, it did work." Kisson's words made Pat Mannan on the side feel a little uneasy.

"Do you recognize this modus operandi?" Rhett asked, raising his hand behind the crowd.

"I never issue warnings, I usually take action directly." Kisson's answer sounded cool, but it gave people a strong smell of blood.

Pat Mannan was more concerned about his mission, "In two weeks, Mark and the Crane brothers will be on trial."

The implication is obvious, if Lindsay's kidnapping was the work of an Irish gang, then the other party's purpose was to threaten Keeson and prevent him from appearing in court.

And the effect of this behavior is indeed useful. As Kisson just said, his daughter Lindsay is his only one. Obviously he cannot risk losing his daughter to testify in court, and this is exactly what Pat Mann said. Nan was worried.

Jack snorted coldly and kicked someone in the heart again, "It seems that these brothers are going to be acquitted."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into an awkward silence, until it was broken by a sudden ringing of the phone.

Jack picked up the phone and saw that it was Tim. He was overjoyed and immediately answered the call. After a few words of communication, he walked to the transparent map board covered with various ghost symbols by Rhett.

"Here, LAPD guys found a clue in an abandoned house."

"This position is still in the 'comfort zone'." Rhett let out a low cheer.

"What do you mean?" Pat Mannan didn't understand.

"It means that some of the suspects are locals and may not have escaped yet." Rossi replied.

Red's map analysis is based on psychological behavioral analysis. Once a point is verified, the possibility of continuing to shoot will greatly increase. This is why Red can't help but cheer.

Before Jack finally left the conference room, Kitson suddenly stopped him.

"Agent Tavole, I know we are the same kind of people, and if you find her, alive or dead, I want to take a look."

Jack followed his gaze and saw the FK7.5 under his arm, and was speechless.

Xin said that he was just a little burnt and his shooting skills were a little better. None of the dead souls under his gun were innocent. Who could be the same as this kind of gangster killer?

"We are different. As long as someone dares to hurt the people I care about, no matter who he is, I will chase him to the ends of the earth."

Jack paused, and finally nodded, "Of course, as long as you cooperate with our work, I can agree to this."

After receiving the order to set off, Hannah and Jiejie, who happened to come out of the conference room opposite, heard his previous words and couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

I probably found the problem. It seemed that I was allergic to the cod liver oil I bought before, which caused a series of symptoms. It was a false alarm, but I still planned to get a physical examination. I haven’t had a physical examination in several years.