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

Chapter 273 Fishing Master Jack

"Lindsay protects Katie like a sister, you know, girls their age are always attracted to bad boys."

Hearing what Kisson said, Rossi came closer to him and assumed a scenario in a serious tone.

"What would you think if a group of boys Katie knew stopped by the roadside and offered them a ride?"

"Lindsay may go with her, to ensure her safety." Kissen nodded.

Rossi took a deep breath and said with emotion, "You have a good daughter, thanks to your teaching, maybe this is the key to her being alive."

There was a bitterness on Kissen's face, "I taught her to keep her away from men like me."

After finishing their conversation with Kitson, Jack and Rosie walked out of the conference room and happened to bump into Hotchner and Emily walking towards them. They had just visited the parents of Douglas Silverman, the second deceased.

"I didn't ask any useful information. The child's father is a busy blue-collar worker who works overtime on weekends. The mother has left the city and returned to her natal family."

Emily's face was not very good. It was never easy to face the family of the deceased.

"He mentioned a name, Ryan, a new friend of Douglas's, but no last name. Garcia has not been able to narrow the scope of the screening yet."

While the four were talking, Jiejie and Hannah also came out from another meeting room.

"The Owens didn't have much impression of the boy, but Bruce Owen behaved a little strangely, as if he wanted to leave the police station in a hurry."

"We suspect he may know something, but it's clear he has lost patience with the police."

The two girls expressed their suspicions.

"You mean, he might have recognized Douglas, and even knew who he was with?" Hochner said as he wanted to go to the conference room where the Owens were, but was stopped by Rossi.

"Wait a minute, if he has made up his mind to seek personal revenge, he won't tell you no matter how hard you ask him. Mr. and Mrs. Owen are not suspects, and we cannot interrogate them."

"It's less than two hours before dark, if it drags until tomorrow, we all know what Lindsay will face."

Hotchner was very angry. Bruce Owen had just lost his daughter and had been dazzled by hatred. No matter what he wanted to do, it would not be a good thing for the missing Lindsay.

"Red, is there any good news about your map analysis?" Rossi looked at Rhett who had been busy in front of the map board.

"Not yet. It might be helpful if we could know the identity of Ryan." Rhett scratched his furry head with the end of a whiteboard marker, looking very distressed.

"Uh, I have a bad idea. It's very risky, and it doesn't fit our police position very well, but it might work." Jack said hesitantly.

"Let's talk about it, our time is running out." Rossi encouraged him.

"Bruce just lost his daughter Katie, so no matter what he does, impulsively he doesn't necessarily care about another girl's life, but what if that person were replaced by Lindsay's father?"

Emily glared at Jack, "You mean to ask Keith Vaughn to confront Bruce Owen and force him to reveal what he knows? That's crazy."

"This is the police station. Can we still watch a former gangster killer extract a confession from a civilian?"

"Of course not, why don't we let Bruce take the initiative to find Keith Vaughn?" Jack smiled mysteriously.

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"I told you, none of us know the boy in the photo, and now I just want my wife and I to go home early and miss our daughter."

Both Bruce Owen and his sad wife had haggard faces and bloodshot eyes. Apparently, neither of them had had a good rest after learning of their daughter's death.

Standing opposite them at this time were Jack and Hannah, Hannah was still comforting Mrs Owen in a low voice, while Jack kept a straight face, looking businesslike.

"Sorry, you can't leave yet. The Vaughan family's identities are a bit sensitive. You need to stay at the police station until the Federal Marshals agree."

Bruce Owen believed Jack's casual joke, and his expression became a little more surprised.

"Why? We don't know anything about their father and daughter's secrets."

"Well, we've known each other for four or five years, and I know Keeson's a tough guy, but so what? He's just overprotective, and I know he taught Lindsay how to shoot, but here's West isn't it?"

"Hey, take it easy and drink some water."

Jack walked to the drinking fountain and poured him a glass of water pretending to be concerned, with a little helplessness and sympathy in his expression.

"This is a request from the Federal Marshals. You know what they are doing. We, the FBI, can only cooperate in this matter. Have you seen the fat man next to Kissen? He followed him almost 24 hours a day."

"I don't understand, and I don't care about it. Since Kisen didn't do this, why are you still detaining us?"

Jack raised his eyebrows and turned on the nonsense mode with a surprised look on his face, "You really don't know what he used to do? Then he disguised himself really well. You know, he killed more people than any criminal I have ever seen. many."

Seeing Bruce Owen's unbelievable look, Jack acted like a rookie agent who didn't keep his mouth shut, "But he is an important person now, and the order we received is to ensure his safety first, so we can only feel aggrieved." You guys."

"After the federal marshals protection team arrives and takes him away, you can go home, I promise."

After listening to Jack's babbling, Bruce Owen stopped talking, bowed his head in thought for a while, and then raised his head to ask.

"Can I have a private chat with Kissen? Sorry, you know, I was a little too hard on him earlier."

Jack poured himself a glass of water, concealed the mirth in his eyes, and shrugged as if he didn't care.

"No problem, as long as Kisson's 'bodyguard' doesn't have any objections."

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"Are you sure you can keep an eye on him?"

Rossi, who appeared by Jack's side at some unknown time, asked worriedly.

Watching Bruce Owen push open the door of the meeting room at the other end, and said a few words, that fat federal marshal, Pat Mannan got up and walked out, walking towards the back door of the police station with a cigarette in his mouth.

Everyone in BAU, who pretended to be busy but actually observed everything intentionally or unintentionally, was relieved. Everything was going according to plan. Bruce Owen really knew something.

"It's the job of the federal marshals to keep an eye on him, isn't it? I just went out to run errands and buy a few dinners for everyone." Jack threw the car keys in his hand, with a wicked smile on his face.