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Megan's room was booked on the sixth floor. Hotch and Jessie poked their heads on the balcony of the next room for a long time, guessing that Megan was staying in the inner room, tied the safety rope, and swung across the gap between the balcony and the balcony.

Hotch quietly landed outside the window sill, followed by the little doctor in a hurry. Hotch looked at Jessie with a little disgust, "Didn't Elle teach you these exercises in the past?"

Jessie tiptoedly patted the ashes on her body, lowered her voice, "It's because my balance ability is too poor... I didn't learn it well..."

"Find a good place to cover." Hotch flashed into the house, leaving the little doctor blowing the cold wind alone...

"I'll go take a look inside..." The night wind swept through the chill, and Hotch's deep voice gradually dissipated in the twilight.

Jessie was in a mess, so she found a shelter in a dark corner, squatted down, and saw the viewing chair on the balcony as far as her eyes could see, and Megan's bag was casually placed on the chair.She was about to go forward when she heard a noise coming from the room.

"Why are you doing this!" Andrew pushed the door open and asked his daughter who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. "Those men are good people, why do you ruin them!"

"I spent some money to get a list of clients from a sister who had just finished her career, and I spent some more money, and I heard a lot of amazing news... Some people like cosplay, some people like SM... I even bought Asking about you. Dad." Megan's tone was full of sarcasm, "I really want to know how those women are better than their mothers..."

"Shut up!" Andrew put his hand around Megan's neck.

Suddenly there was a crashing sound in the room. Jessie couldn't hear it clearly from the balcony. She guessed that it was Hotch who saw Megan being strangled and showed his flaws.

Andrew let go of his hand because of the noise, and looked around, but nothing happened.He changed his face, trying to look more gracious. "I'm sorry, my daughter..." He patted Megan on the shoulder, apologizing duplicity. "I need that list."

"Why?" Megan looked at the face with an unnatural smile in front of her, feeling a chill in her heart.

"Destroy the evidence." Lying has become commonplace for an old fox like Andrew. "If these people know that you have their hands, they will use all means to deal with you. I have to protect you."

Megan didn't speak, and the minutes and seconds passed.She sighed, got up and walked to the balcony. "Let me think about it." She opened the bag, and caught a glimpse of the little doctor hiding in a dark corner and blowing alone.He froze for a moment, then nodded clearly.

"It's all here..." Megan turned back and handed the BlackBerry to the man who barely called himself father. "The client list I just bought this afternoon, and those recordings."

Andrew hurriedly took it, waited for a few seconds, and then slowly opened his mouth to hide his impatience just now, "I deposited a sum of money into your account, you should avoid the limelight first, wait..."

"Will you stay with me after this public opinion orientation is over?"

Andrew didn't expect Megan to ask himself this question, and none of the predicted answers were useful.

"Yes..." He lowered his head to avoid Megan's questioning gaze.

"you promise?"

"I promise." He kissed Megan's forehead, opened the door hastily, and disappeared down the corridor.

Looking at his leaving back, Megan closed the door with a tear in the corner of her eye, and returned to the coffee table with a wry smile.

Hotch, who was hiding in the bedroom, pressed the button of the recording pen, took a long breath, and when he came out, he just saw Megan lift the glass on the coffee table to drink.

"Later, that girl drank poisoned wine and committed suicide..." Jessie's words on the plane were still lingering in her ears, Hotch didn't have time to think about it, and rushed towards Megan, knocking over the wine glass in her hand.

"do not want!"

For a moment, there was the sound of glass shattering, the sound of chairs being kicked over, Hotch's shouts, Megan's screams...

mixed together.

Jessie came in from the door and saw Hotch who was pressing Megan on the sofa.

……

"You are sick!" Megan was the first to react, and released all the dissatisfaction of the day, "When did you sneak in, and what do you want?"

"Don't kill yourself..." Hotch said without thinking, "It was me who made you angry this morning..."

Boss... The situation may not be as it is in my impression... Jessie touched her chin in embarrassment, feeling as if she was the instigator of this oolong incident.

Although Megan was pressed under her body, it didn't hinder the operation of her brain. She raised her hand and touched Hotch's forehead, "You said today...you have a fever, or did you take the wrong medicine? Why should I commit suicide? I sent a sum of money..." She took out a SIM card from her pocket, "Here, the evidence is here, I really want to see his expression now..."

"Don't take such risks in the future." Hotch was afraid for a while.

Jessie saw that there was nothing serious, and wanted to go to the parking lot to find Elle, but...Hotch didn't plan to get up after pressing Megan on the sofa, and she couldn't go around the two of them and opened the door to go out...

The scene in front of me is a bit... fragrant... no, it should be called... ambiguous?

After thinking about it, Jessie withdrew and retreated to the balcony, tugged at the safety rope that was still hanging on the railing, and swung back to the next room by herself, and went down to the underground garage from the next door.

When Andrew stared blankly at the phone without a SIM card, Elle came out and knocked on the window glass: "Sir, roll down the window, we need to have a good talk." Her eyes looked at Andrew, who had no signal mobile phone.

Seeing that Elle's attention was focused on the phone, Andrew unconsciously touched the position where the co-pilot fired the gun.

"Don't move..." Jessie's voice came from behind Elle, she was holding a gun, with a smile on her lips, but her tone was a bit chillier than the cold wind outside the building, "If Mr. Andrew doesn't want things to happen again To make a big fuss and provoke groundless speculation from the media, it is best to raise your hands and cooperate with our investigation."

"It's none of my business...I just want my daughter to know where she left off..."

"That's not what you said in Megan's room." Jessie handcuffed Andrew and sneered, "It's going to be a long time, let's go to the police station and think about it..."

"From the time he abandoned my mother and refused to pay alimony, he was already a father in name only in my heart... I hate him, and I hate all men like him." When Hotch and Megan came down, they happened to be watching Andrew. The police car whizzed by with its lights on. Looking at the speeding police cars, Megan spoke bitterly, "The only thing he loves most is himself... He keeps saying to protect me, but in the end it's not for his own benefit."

"I'm not going to let him get away with it." She touched Hotch's hand and pouted at the policeman who stood upright, "Let's hand in the evidence!"

Elle watched Hotch hand over the recorder and SIM card to the local police, and couldn't help but wonder, "Aren't you afraid that those high-level people will destroy the evidence?"

Hotch shook his head, "I've asked Gracia to make a backup copy and sent it to the media anonymously." He looked at the little doctor standing aside, "It was Jessie's idea, and what I should worry about now is how to face Strauss when I go back... ...The most serious consequence is to be scolded by her, but she knows our team's usual style of handling cases..." Hotch defended, with a serious look on his face.From time to time, I look back at Megan, afraid that she will be as hopeless as Jessie's story tells.

Hotch's small eyes were clearly seen by Jessie and Elle, two "experienced people".It was supposed to be a sweet celebration banquet, but if Foyet didn't catch it for a day, the shadows on the heads of several people could not be dispelled.

"We're going straight to Arlington." Hotch glanced at the time on his wrist watch seeing that it was getting late. "It's safer for Reid and Gracia to stay in Quantico."

Jessie and his party rushed to Arlington overnight, and after taking a nap on the plane, they met Rossi at Foyet's home.

"He has a photo of the prosecutor sent to your house, and he has been watching him." Rossi's words were like a thunderbolt to several people. "JJ and Emily went to his house with armed men..." Rossi reassured Hotch, "Haley and they'll be fine."

"Why alarm him?" Elle was puzzled.

"He received instructions from Peter Rhea as an alert, and when Gracia investigated the potion purchase, he knew we were aware of it..." Jessie patted her head in frustration, "Damn, I forgot that..."

"Don't worry..." Morgan felt bad when he saw Jessie blamed himself, "We will protect Megan, and Haley will be fine."

Hotch nodded in agreement, and said to Morgan and Jessie, "You two send her to a safe place, following us is too obvious and too dangerous..."

Jessie and Morgan nodded, "Okay."

Morgan and Jessie held Megan in front of each other and turned two intersections, a corner of the house was faintly visible. Morgan caught a black figure out of the corner of his eye, and when he was looking back, Foyet took off his mask in front of him and fired two shots at him.

One bullet hit the body armor, another hit the right leg, and Morgan was shocked by the recoil and took a few steps back, half-kneeling on the ground. Jessie stepped forward and pulled Megan to block behind her, Foyet didn't wait for her to draw the gun, and fired again, the bullet hit his shoulder, Jessie squatted down in pain, still protecting Megan.

Foyet paced in front of the three of them, playing with the gun for a while, aiming at Jessie.

"It's an anonymous call from you." Megan said suddenly, "It seems that your target is me. Since it's a personal grudge between you and Aaron, don't involve other people."

"Personal grievances." Foyet became interested, put away his gun and asked, "Then tell me, who are you? Bargaining with me?"

"I'm his girlfriend..." Megan took over the conversation naturally.

"Girlfriend, ex-wife..." Foyet blew on the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, swinging the gun back and forth between Jessie and Morgan, "Tell me, which one will your boss choose to survive?"

He spoke lightly, his tone full of indifference and cold blood. Jessie stared at the black muzzle of the gun.

pick one of two.

Jessie felt that she was in the same situation as Morgan.

The author has something to say: the exam is due, and the saved manuscripts will be sent regularly, so don’t worry, cuties

I'll see you guys in a week

(Come and pet my dog's head...)

☆、Foyet