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"The local police detective called you?" On the flight to New York, Jessie frowned. The call came not too early or too late.She had doubts in her heart, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Yes..." Elle recalled the phone call, "He is my father's colleague, to be precise, his boss."

"Then he should have retired now, why did he call you again?" Jessie bit her lip, "It's strange."

"I asked this question. He said that as the commander-in-chief of the case back then, although he bid farewell to this position, he has been silently following the follow-up reports of this incident. Recently, he felt that something was wrong, so he called me to ask Have you received a message with an unknown history?" Elle finished speaking in one breath, and looked at Jessie, "But these are not important, what I think is, if that mysterious person has been watching me, then my return to my hometown will definitely Catch him off guard."

"You want him to take the initiative to contact you?" Jessie finally understood Elle's intention to go to Brooklyn. "Although it's a little risky, at least it will stop us from being passive." She hugged Elle into her arms, "Sleep Take a nap, take a break first."

Elle nodded obediently, and buried her head in the little doctor's arms. Jessie stared at her sleeping face for a while, then closed her eyes.

"The goddess is here, why don't mortals worship quickly?"

"Gracia..." Jessie, who just got off the plane, rubbed her temples, "You have to wait until I come back before you can accept worship."

"Jessie~" Gracia sat on the chair and spun around, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I want a document." Jessie looked at the man who had a good chat with Elle not far away, "The retired police chief of Brooklyn, Elle's father's boss at the time, Dorian Bake."

"no problem."

"Also, Gracia." Jessie held back, "Can you find out the details of the case that killed Elle's father?"

"For example?" Gracia didn't understand.

"Whether there is an undercover agent, whether there is internal strife, whether there will be a major adjustment of personnel positions after the case is over..." Jessie said quickly in a low voice.

"Is it not convenient for you to talk there?" Gracia was keenly aware of the strangeness.

"I guess..." Jessie saw Dorian looking at her, "I won't talk for now...I'll contact you in the evening." She hung up the phone, and smiled to herself at the gray-haired man in front of her who was still in good spirits Introducing, "Doctor Jessie."

"The FBI now has a doctor. They are really young talents." Dorian smiled and shook hands with Jessie, then turned to Elle with a smile, "Your team is full of talents. I believe that the manipulator behind the scenes will be able to reveal his true colors."

"Uncle Dorian." Elle asked, "What happened to my father's case back then?"

"Don't worry..." Dorian pointed to the car, "Let's talk slowly at the police station."

"It's been a long time since that incident..." Dorian sat on the office chair and spoke slowly.

"We discovered a drug gang. In order to take it down in one fell swoop, we sent a police officer undercover to investigate."

"Then it's a cliché." He suddenly chuckled. "The undercover agent in the team got addicted to drugs and passed on the wrong information. We took emergency measures immediately after we found out. He stopped , seems to recall that tragic scene again.

"What happened next?" Elle couldn't help asking.

"The news came unexpectedly. If you still have the impression, you should remember that your father left in a hurry."

Elle recalled her perplexity and willfulness when she was young when her father left home, lowered her head, and responded in a low voice.

"I thought that the case that caused heavy casualties to our side took everyone's lives." Dorian took out a squarely folded newspaper from his coat pocket, "until I received this."

"I also received the exact same thing." Elle looked at the newspaper that reported the day her father died in the line of duty. "He also sent me my father's police officer ID."

"Police ID card?" Dorian was a little strange, "I thought everything your father carried with him was destroyed in the explosion." He looked puzzled, "Can I have a look?"

Elle signaled Jessie to hand over the certificate to the old detective. The little doctor rummaged through the bag for a long time and took out the police certificate.

Dorian hastily took it.

"Any clues?" Hotch walked into Gracia's big office abruptly.

Kevin jumped up from the chair beside him, "Sir..."

"You can come to Gracia when she's not busy," Hotch said reasonably. "Do not be nervous."

"The location shows that Elle and Jessie are staying in a local hotel. I called up the monitoring, and I haven't found anything unusual yet..."

"What about the Albert Petroleum Company?" Hotch asked Gracia, "Is there any abnormality in the flow of funds?"

"Sir..." Gracia said helplessly, "These data are blocked. Once we investigate without approval, the higher-ups will blame us."

"However, I checked the schedules of several executives." Gracia added, "Every week they have a fixed day to go to high-end clubs, and they will buy real estate or luxury cars in the name of business soon..."

"Here's all the suspicious information I could find..."

"Keep it up."

"Sir." Gracia was a little curious, "Can I ask who is the president of Albert Petroleum Company?"

"Megan's father," Hotch said and hurried out of the office.

"Who is Megan?" Kevin was confused.

"A beautiful woman who often comes to Hotch..."

In the hotel, the two put the documents faxed by Gracia on the bed page by page.

"There is no internal strife, and there is no major adjustment of personnel positions." Jessie stood up and looked at the information on the bed, "If that person really wanted to remind us that the murderer was someone else, why couldn't he find even a single piece of evidence? ?”

"I hate being passive..." Elle leaned against Jessie, "This guy always anticipates what we're going to do."

Jessie turned her head to speak, when the hotel's landline suddenly rang.

It can't be a member of the group, they can only communicate with the mobile phone, Elle and Jessie looked at each other, and reached out to answer the phone.

"Why did you come here?" A hoarse male voice rang out.It's not provocative, nor mocking, on the contrary, with a touch of worry and helplessness.

Elle was stunned for a moment, and was also a little puzzled by the behavior of this unknown person, but she quickly came back to her senses and asked, "Didn't you ask me to come?"

"When will I ask you to come here!" The voice was furious, "You are always like this...too independent..."

What? Elle looked at the little doctor who was also in a daze. The tone of this unknown person... didn't look like a criminal.

It's like an elder talking about family matters.

"If you think you have a grievance, you can come to me. The FBI will definitely give you justice." Elle said businesslike, "Why send me a package by mail?"

"And you deliberately avoided the surveillance cameras." Elle continued to ask, "What are your ulterior motives?"

"So freaking out when we got to Brooklyn that we called the hotel?"

"Don't you want to know the truth about your father's death?"

Elle was about to hang up the phone and stopped suddenly, "What do you mean?"

The voice sighed, "Let's meet again, let's clarify this matter."

"Thinking to cheat?" Elle smiled, "Sir, your reason is too untechnical."

"From your house to the east, there used to be a park." The man thought for a while, "You learned to ride a bicycle there, right?"

"who are you?"

"I'll wait for you there in two hours." Before Elle could respond, the man hung up the phone.

"Two hours." Jessie looked at her watch, "How long does it take from here to the park he mentioned?"

"About half an hour." Elle held her chin, "What does he want to do in the extra hour and a half, collate the evidence?"

"It's possible." Seeing that Elle was depressed, Jessie stepped forward and took her into her arms, "It's okay, the truth will be revealed soon."

Jessie and Elle arrived at the park they mentioned on the phone on time. It was already late at night, and it was dark everywhere. With the help of scattered street lights and the hazy moonlight, the two vaguely looked around.

"Dare to let me go..." Elle looked around and saw no one, and realized that she and Jessie had been tricked, and she was a little angry for a while.

"Don't worry. Since he knows about your childhood, he must be someone your father trusted. Maybe it was delayed on the road." Jessie took Elle's hand and comforted her.

There was a flash of light not far away, and Elle squeezed the little doctor's hand, "Did you see it?"

"Yes." Jessie took out her gun, "wait for me here."

"I'll go with you." Elle trotted a few steps to keep up with Jessie, "I'm scared of leaving me here alone."

Jessie wanted to delay and let Elle get away when she encountered some danger, but when she heard Elle's slightly coquettish tone, she immediately threw away her words of dissuasion.She smiled and nodded, "Okay."

The two walked along the fleeting light all the way, Jessie turned on the flashlight, and by the dim light, she saw something crawling on the ground.

Although she couldn't see clearly, the smell of blood in the air made her heart sink.Looking sideways at Elle, Elle just turned to look at him too.Looking at each other, she confirmed her thoughts even more.

Stepping forward quickly, he turned over the prostrate man on the ground, and the two couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"The knife wound on the chest is too deep..." Jessie wanted to take out the murder weapon, but she couldn't help shaking her head the moment she touched it. "Do you know him?" she asked Elle softly.

"I don't know." Elle knelt down beside Jessie, looking at the man on the ground who was so angry, "He should be the only one who knows the truth, that's all..."

Jessie sighed and was suddenly grabbed by the man's wrist desperately. Before she could call Elle, she felt something was forced into her hand by the man on the ground.

"Elle..." Jessie was about to ask Elle to come and see, but fell silent halfway through.

A gun was pressed against her back, and judging from the scattered footsteps, if she hadn't miscalculated, well, there should be a group of people behind them now.

The man had died, and Jessie suddenly understood as she looked at her bloody right hand, which had been grabbed to death.

Frame it?Really old trick...

The author has something to say: Jessie's inner os (it's fine if he can't counterattack...he got caught again...)

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