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Prison guard Rowntree's home was less than 20 kilometers away from the prison and less than 10 kilometers south of the helicopter crash site. When Jack and Sergeant Rowland arrived, the state police forensic team had not even arrived.

Now was not the time to wait for the inspection team, the two men directly put on shoe covers and rubber gloves and walked into the Rountree family's house.

It was a cookie-cutter American-style wooden bungalow. Jack did not enter through the front door, but walked around in a circle and walked into the garage through the raised garage door in the backyard.

In the empty garage, a long trail of blood was dragged into the house. Miller Rowntree's body was randomly thrown in the corridor leading to the living room. The pistol in the holster had been There was no sign of her, and his wife's body lay between the kitchen and living room. The cause of death was gunshot.

"Miller Rowntree was wearing a prison guard's uniform and was probably preparing to go out after receiving a call from the prison, but he happened to be blocked in the garage by Simic and Maldonado."

After speaking, Jack began to check each room one by one. Not surprisingly, he found prison uniforms and prison guard uniforms thrown there in the bathroom. The shower room also showed signs of use.

Sheriff Roland, who was following him, frowned and started counting the time on his fingers. After a while, he nodded in agreement, but still with a little doubt.

"The two sides are less than 10 kilometers apart, so it's no problem in terms of walking speed. They came straight here after the crash, but the problem is that Scranton's airport is in the northeast and Rowntree's home is in the southeast.

Since Simic had a gun, they could have walked directly to the northeast and randomly ransacked a house along the way, and they would still be able to get cars and clothes. "

Jack sneered, "It must have been Simic's idea. They didn't know that the state police set the search scope too far at the beginning, but missed the crash site not far from the prison."

As he spoke, he opened the map on his mobile phone, first marked the crash site, and then drew a straight line between the forest and Rountree's house with his finger. Sheriff Roland, who was familiar with the local situation, immediately understood.

"This route is far away from the main road and is relatively remote and difficult to be discovered. Their advance plan obviously did not include the possibility of a helicopter accident, so the pilot did not prepare replacement clothes in advance.

Whether it's Maldonado in his orange prison jumpsuit or Simic in his prison guard uniform who stand out, here are the best bets. "

While the two were talking, Jack continued to check the rooms one by one. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch slightly, "It seems that the Rountree family who are close to Simic are not so innocent."

Sheriff Roland, who walked into the bedroom one step behind him, almost exclaimed, "God, there is at least 20 US dollars here." The closet door in the bedroom was opened, revealing a neatly stacked wardrobe. Layers of green tickets.

"A few wads were missing, about 6000 US dollars. Part of it must have been used as travel expenses. The state police were notified to check nearby shopping malls and second-hand clothing stores for surveillance.

Miller Rountree's stature was too different from the two fugitives' stature. His old clothes probably didn't fit him well. The fugitives might have bought new clothes nearby to change their appearance, or even changed their vehicles. "

After hearing this analysis, Sheriff Roland, who was already extremely convinced of Jack, the FBI, quickly contacted the state police.

At the same time, Jack also called Jubal again, "Let me guess, Miller Rowntree is one of the guards in charge of Maldonado's cell alone?"

"Yes, he is one of the two people in charge of the night shift. What did you find at his house? Cash?" Jubal guessed that Jack must have found evidence that Miller Rountree was bribed.

Jack snorted, "At least $20, don't let go of his partner or any other prison guard who is close to Simic and Miller Rountree."

"Understood. In addition, Aubrey and Jie Jie just sent back the news that they found the private plane Maldonado planned to use to escape at Scranton Airport, and also captured his mistress."

Jubal's voice sounded a little relaxed. Compared with the cluelessness at the beginning, at this moment they were no longer in a state of blind men trying to figure out the elephant.

"OK, let them bring her back, and I'll rush back to the prison right away." Jack put away his cell phone, and when he walked out of the house, he later realized that it was already the time when the lights were on.

After rushing back to the prison with Sheriff Roland, in the temporary command center, Jubal was holding a dinner plate and devouring his food. Hannah and Clay had also returned, drinking water and resting aside.

"The ERT team extracted the DNA of the suspected murderer in the church, but the results will not be available until at least tomorrow morning."

Jack took the dinner plate handed over by Hannah, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. The dinner plates in the old American prison were exactly the same as the stamped stainless steel dinner plates he used in the school cafeteria in his previous life.

The prison food experience this time was much better than the one Jack had tasted in the small town of Margrave. Of course, it could also be that the prison had specially opened a small restaurant for everyone.

The two of them were devouring each other face to face while chatting while eating. Jubal, who had been reminded by Jack before, had obviously gained a lot, but his expression was a bit indescribable.

"Flynn Beckett, a correctional officer who worked with Miller Rountree, has confessed that he was paid $20 to facilitate Simic and Maldonado while on duty at night."

"What convenience?" Jack was a little confused. Could it be that Simic was the real mastermind of this prison escape? The two of them often need to meet at night to discuss the details of the jailbreak?

Not only Jubal, but also the expressions of Hannah and Clay sitting aside were involuntarily weird at this time.

"Tryst." Jubal said a word lightly, and the next second only heard a "poof"

Jack squirted all the mashed potatoes in his mouth. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and turned his head in time, otherwise the three people sitting opposite him would have suffered.

"Waltfalk! Are you serious?"

Someone's eyes widened, and he subconsciously turned to look at the two ugly faces on the evidence board that could be described as abstract, and an uncontrollable nausea suddenly arose in his heart.

He looked at the three people who were suppressing their laughter with dull eyes, put down the dinner plate, walked to the evidence board, took off the two photos above, and placed them directly in front of Jubal.

"Looking at this, please repeat it again and tell me what is the relationship between these two people?"

"Couple, gay friends, couple, is it clear enough?" Jubal blocked the two photos with his hand and ate alone without raising his head.

"No, look at this and say it again." Jack's eyes nearly popped out.

"Ugh!" Jubal subconsciously raised his head, then let out a retching sound, then grabbed the photo angrily, slapped it on the table, and then glared back angrily.

"They were gay, really, and it was Simic who was crazy about Maldonado."