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Chapter 168: Liking colors is really not just for men

Reacher got into the passenger seat of the police car, and Jack also got into the back seat of the police car despite Rosko's white eyes.

"So, why did you let the surrendered Paul go?" Jack asked.

"Everyone knows that Paul Heborg is lying. When we arrested him yesterday, he couldn't even explain how the deceased died, so we decided not to prosecute him."

"I hope that a nervous person like him will do something stupid and let us find clues, or that he will simply lose control and explain why he did it."

Maybe Roscoe was somewhat aware of the anomaly in Jack's identity and didn't hide much.

"Sounds like a smart move, Officer Roscoe." Treating the same policeman, Reacher had a completely different attitude towards the girl, and he even flattered her.

Rosko's cheeks were slightly red, "Rosko is my name, and my last name is Conklin. What happened to your face? You were beaten in prison?"

"Then you haven't seen the ones I beat. They had more than just a scratch on their forehead."

Sure enough, bragging in front of beautiful girls is a talent that every man has. Jack in the back seat curled his lips and said nothing. Even if the big black guy from before was added, this big guy only fucked 4 people, and he Solved 5 in one go.

Rosko drove the two back to the police station. Jack asked Detective Finlay to get his gun and car keys back in private. As a result, Finlay and Reacher had another quarrel in the parking lot.

I don’t know if Reacher really just wanted to stay away from this shabby town with a lot of shit, or if he was dissatisfied with Finlay for sending him to prison. He didn’t say a word about the words he got from Paul Heborg. Not to mention, the black detective was furious and helpless.

"Okay, leave him to me. I guarantee you that within three days at most, he will beg you to investigate this case with you."

Jack pulled Finlay aside, and Roscoe pulled Rachel away.

"Including you?" Fen Lei refused.

Jack's eyes widened. This old black detective was not very good at solving crimes, but he was very good at recruiting helpers.

"Yes, yes, including me, let's work together, okay?"

Although his tone sounded like he was coaxing a child, Finlay perked up and said excitedly, "I knew it, I knew it was all connected, and the IRS people wouldn't."

Jack grabbed him by the collar and made him swallow back the second half of his words. He regretted why he had stopped him just now. It seemed good to let Rachel beat him up.

"Keep your voice down, do you want to die? Do you know how many people will die if my identity is exposed? I have already failed before, pretend I didn't tell you."

"You haven't mentioned my identity to anyone, have you?"

Finlay shook his head repeatedly, but he wasn't that angry, "I'm not the idiot you think. Even to verify your identity, I confirmed it through my old partner in Boston, and I didn't mention Margrave at all. side."

"Very well, continue to maintain your clear mind, put all your guesses into your mind for the time being, and don't give up any signs, otherwise the death of any innocent person will be blamed on you."

Jack warned with sharp eyes.

Although it is undeniable that Jack's words are somewhat acted for the sake of PUA Finlay, but as far as the original plot is concerned, the gang of Kleiner Foundation is indeed cruel enough. Paul Heborg said that they The boss's threat to him was not just verbal.

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Jack felt that he was a little redundant at the moment. Roscoe was taking Rachel to buy clothes in a clothing store. The two had a great time chatting about Rachel's experience after retiring and talking about his family, while he was dumbfounded like a light bulb. Stand.

Especially when Roscoe saw Reacher's expression when he changed his shirt and exposed those muscles, hey, lust is really not just for men.

"There is a barber shop in the town. The barber, Mr. Mosley, is very skilled. When my adoptive father was still alive, I would go to his shop once a week. It was near the central square of the town. It was easy to find. We would go there at night See."

After buying clothes, he took the two of them to the door of the only hotel in the town. Rosko also made an appointment with Reacher for dinner, then said goodbye to the two of them and continued patrolling in the police car.

Jack and Rachel each took a room, took a comfortable bath, and then went out for a walk together. They had been here for more than a day, and neither of them had yet had a good look at the town.

In fact, from the outside, Margrave can be considered a pretty good town, with a freshly painted observatory, carefully constructed flower beds on the roadside, and even the bronze statue in the town's central square all polished clean and shiny.

"This town is amazing, probably the prettiest Southern town I've ever seen."

In fact, what Jack wants to say is that this place is not even as beautiful as in the Beautiful Country. This is the first time he has seen a street without any garbage since he traveled through time.

After cutting Jack's hair, Mr. Mosley, the old black barber who was shaving Reacher, made an incomprehensible snort.

"Yes, the Kleiner Foundation cares about the town of Margrave. It has changed since Mr. Kleiner moved the company here from Texas more than ten years ago."

Jack calculated in his mind that this happened to coincide with the incident at Hannah's house.

"So, what exactly does Kleiner do?"

"Real estate, logistics, chemical industry, mechanical processing, everything. Do you see that statue outside?"

Mr. Mosley pointed to the bronze sculpture on the square outside the window, "That is Caspar Thiele, his grandson is our mayor."

"Kleiner wanted to open a factory, and he sold him a piece of land at a low price. This is the reward given by Kleiner. It's a win-win situation, right?"

Jack burst into laughter. This old man with gray hair and beard was quite humorous.

At this time, a brand new Ford Raptor F450 parked under the statue. Two young men got out of the car, leaned against the car, and looked provocatively into the store.

"That's Kleiner's son, Kleiner Jr., and his crazy cousin Dawson. Everyone calls him 'KJ,' but I prefer to call him 'Spikehead.'"

Mr. Mosley finished shaving Reacher and introduced the two young men while preparing to put a hot towel on Reacher.

"Is he here for you?" Reacher looked at Jack who was waiting aside.

"I didn't hook up with the prettiest female cop in town." Jack joked, "When you come to a strange place, the easiest thing to make people hate is if you get too close to the beautiful local girls, right?"

"Can you save a seat for me?" Reacher returned the towel to Mr. Mosley, stood up from the chair, left the barber shop, and walked across the street.

Mr. Mosley smiled strangely, "So, Roscoe, that little pepper, likes him instead of you?"

"Oh? Does that police girl have a hot temper? You couldn't tell it before." Jack's desire for gossip was aroused.