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

Chapter 163 Jack works hard to get the plot back on track

Not long after, footsteps outside were heard again, from far to near, and finally stopped at the door of this small conference room. The next second, the door was opened, and Finley's dark face poked in.

"Tell me, is that 'Hulk' the murderer? Why are you investigating him?"

He carefully closed the door, looking anxious but had to lower his voice deliberately.

"I am an IRS investigator. Murder is not within the scope of my investigation. I approached him because of another more important case."

Jack had a mysterious smile on his face.

"What could be more important than a murder? Do you know how many years there has been without a murder in this town?"

Seeing that Jack was indifferent and refused to say anything, Finlay's face turned even darker.

"To you, it's just a corpse. What I want to check are the numerous bones hidden under the calm water."

Jack stood up suddenly. Although he was not as big as Reacher, he could still dominate the black detective who was only about 1.7 meters tall in terms of momentum.

"Although you may have verified my identity, you should understand that our trust in each other is still very limited. There are some things that you wouldn't believe even if I told you now."

A little surprised by Jack's sudden serious tone, Finlay's breathing couldn't help but stagnated. He forced himself to stay calm and stared at the other person's eyes for a long time, as if to judge whether the guy from the IRS in front of him was bluffing him.

In the end, he realized dejectedly that he couldn't even convince himself that he had been in this town for a while. No matter how hard he tried to fool himself, he was just dawdling around and didn't care about his relationship with colleagues, but something faintly told him that the person in front of him was This guy is definitely not being alarmist.

"Then can you tell me what the words and phone number on this note mean? We found this from the deceased's shoes."

As he spoke, Finlay took out an evidence bag with a small piece of paper on it that said 'PLURIBUS' and a series of numbers.

Of course Jack knew that if the original plot was followed, the police would have found two bodies near the overpass, and the other one belonged to Reacher's brother, Joey Reacher, and this note was hidden in Joey's shoe. inside.

Brother Wolfe followed Joey last night as he ordered. At that time, he was interacting with the deceased and was suddenly attacked by an unknown person. The deceased was killed on the spot and Joey was also seriously injured.

If no unexpected factors intervened, Joey would have stuffed the important clue, which was the note, into his shoes before he died. However, after he was desperately rescued by the Wolf brothers, the note arrived at Brak as a matter of course. Stone's hand, and then handed over to Jack.

So early this morning, while it was still light, Jack rushed to Margrave and found the crime scene based on Braxton's description.

Not only did he stuff the note into the deceased's shoe, but he was also worried that the body would not be discovered, so he kicked some of the cardboard boxes covering it away, and then went to the restaurant at noon to wait until a certain big guy arrived. When he appeared outside the restaurant, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If this world has a will, it would definitely be moved by how hard he worked to maintain the original plot line. After all, only the number on the note can lead to the key witness who reveals the truth about the crimes of the Kleiner Foundation.

The word 'PLURIBUS' is translated into Chinese as Hezhong, Guiyi. What Joey means is that after gathering all the clues, he found the key person who can reveal the answer to the mystery - the owner of this phone number.

So Jack responded very naturally: "I don't know, but why don't you just check who this number belongs to?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Finlay's tone, "Private phone companies are more bureaucratic than the police system, and we are still waiting for a reply."

Jack shrugged, "The IRS can't help, but I have a hunch that the owner of this number may be quite important."

Feeling that the guy in front of him was talking nonsense again, Finlay didn't bother to ask any more questions. He waved his hand and said, "I will arrange for you two Jack to be locked up together, but the homeless man is not a big suspect. He may be arrested early tomorrow morning." Let him go."

"No problem, the fake wanted order will be revoked tomorrow morning, but I can give you a suggestion." Jack said.

"What advice?"

"Don't judge a person by stereotypes. That Rachel will be a good helper. I suggest you dig into his resume. Sometimes it's not a bad thing to admit that someone is better than yourself."

Jack smiled and said something heartbreaking.

The black detective was silent for a long time before nodding with difficulty, "I do hate him, but I will consider your suggestion."

The so-called detention room was actually in the corner of the police station's office area. It was a single room surrounded by steel bars. Finlay opened the cell door, and Rachel, who was sitting inside, heard the sound and looked up at the two of them.

"Aha, we meet again." Jack greeted Reacher again.

Reacher ignored him and just frowned.

Jack didn't give up and continued to try to strike up a conversation, "How about the peach pie at that restaurant? Is it as delicious as I said? I dare say it's the best peach pie in Georgia."

Reacher frowned and looked at him for a long time before replying, "They rushed in and arrested me before I was about to take my first bite."

"Well, that's a shame." Jack shrugged.

The conversation was over in just one sentence. Jack didn't want to be too enthusiastic and arouse the other party's suspicion, so the atmosphere of silence lasted for a long time.

After about two or three hours, the pretty female police officer brought over a cup of coffee and handed it to Reacher.

"You've been here for a long time, I thought you might need something to drink to cheer you up."

"Thank you." Rachel stood up, walked to the railing and took the coffee, smiling gratefully.

Jack raised his head suddenly and looked at the female police officer eagerly. Although he had already eaten and drank enough in the restaurant, and even drank three cups of coffee, he was not worried about the shortage but the inequality. Why should he only give it to Rachel.

The delicate female police officer glared at him and saw that he was smiling with eight shining teeth and a handsome face with two shallow dimples. She rolled her eyes angrily, turned around and poured another glass, but there was no sugar left. Let it go and hand it over directly.

Jack walked up to Reacher, reached out and took a sip, almost dying of pain, holding the cup in his wilting hands and returning to his seat.

"I guess you like black coffee." The female police officer said to Reacher who was still standing by the fence.

"How did you guess it?" Rachel picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"You don't seem to like fancy things. Creamer and sugar are just fancy things." the female police officer replied.

"So you think I'm innocent?" Reacher asked.

"Why do you say that?" The female police officer smiled with a springy smile.

"Because I don't think you'd give coffee to a guilty person."

Jack on the side said, "???"

Sure enough, the female police officer pointed at him and said, "That fraudster over there who specializes in targeting elderly women, didn't I also give him coffee?"

I'm so angry, you two idiots just flirt with each other, why should I take advantage of you while I'm having a meal?

Reacher seemed a little surprised and glanced sideways at Jack, who looked innocent, "So, he is really not one of your people?"

Jack finally couldn't help but speak, "Are you stupid? Do you think that wall can still hold extra photos? If I hadn't come here in an emergency, I might still be eating crayfish in the Pelican State today. Woolen cloth."

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