Chapter 160 Surrender?
Just when the big guy was about to step into the fast food restaurant, a young couple who had just finished paying opened the door and passed by him. Then the man made a rough move and grabbed him. The girl was pushed against the car and then yelled at her angrily.
Jack could only vaguely hear a few words in the store. It was probably the man who was furious because the girl tipped too much, and the girl was apologizing to him in horror.
Rachel stopped, expressionless, and looked at the incompetent and furious guy in front of him without saying a word. Jack in the store slowly picked up the coffee cup in his hand, with a smile on his face. , the show begins.
But in the next second, I was shocked to find that the last sip of coffee in the cup had just been finished.
Jack frowned, feeling that this ghost place was definitely against him, and his image as the mastermind behind everything seemed to be unable to last for three seconds.
Waving to the waiter, the old lady with gray temples, he put an extra 50% tip on the plate, opened the door and walked out of the restaurant.
At this time, the man in the couple just let out a provocative roar at Rachel, and was about to approach him. He seemed to suddenly calm down, or maybe he finally realized the difference between the two. The huge disparity in physiques froze on the spot.
Leicher kept staring at each other without saying a word, feeling that the air between the two was frozen, and the man swallowed hard.
“Listen man, I’m just in a bad mood and it’s not going to happen again.”
After saying that, he turned around dejectedly and opened the passenger door for his girlfriend, then drove away quickly.
Jack walked up to Reacher, and the big guy who was half a head taller than him also turned around and faced the restaurant, and the two met each other.
Jack said hello friendly: "The peach pie here is good, you must try it."
Rachel didn't say anything, but nodded with a smile and strode into the store.
Jack got in the car and checked the location of the local police station. Less than a minute after driving on the road in the town, two police cars drove past with their sirens blaring, heading towards the restaurant. of.
Slightly increasing the speed of the car, he wanted to get there before Reacher was arrested and taken to the police station.
"Hello, Madam Police Officer, do you have a police detective from Boston here? I would like to find him."
Jack looked at the handsome man in front of him without makeup. The female police officer showed a special business smile, which made the other person look in a daze. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. She quickly pointed to the simply partitioned office behind her, and at the same time turned her head and raised her voice slightly.
"Inspector Finley, there is a stranger looking for you."
A thin black man in a woolen suit, who looked to be in his forties and wearing glasses, heard the sound and pushed away The wooden door inlaid with glass, which had almost no sound insulation, looked at Jack with some confusion.
"Aha, dear cousin, long time no see, I miss you so much."
Jack quickly stepped forward, hugged the confused man, and whispered in his ear: "IRS investigator, can we talk privately?"
Inspector Finley was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded, "Let us go out and talk."
After saying this, he seemed like an old friend. Reunited, he and Jack walked out of the small police station with a smile. Behind the two of them came a question from the delicate female police officer in a lowered voice.
“Why does Inspector Finlay have a white cousin?”
Detective Finlay turned two corners and came to an open space behind the police station, frowning and looking at Jack. "I'm sorry, I need to verify your identity, why would the IRS come to a small town like ours, and why are you looking for me?"
"Call the number above. I believe that based on your previous relationship in Boston, you can easily determine the authenticity of this number."
Jack handed over a small piece of paper with a number written on it. This was Mr. Ray King's phone number. On the way to Margrave, I communicated with this person for nearly an hour.
He roughly told what he knew about a certain criminal group that controlled this town, and explained why he, Hannah, and the Wolfe brothers were here, and then promised to meet him at the appropriate time. Prioritizing the time to notify the IRS, the old man readily granted him the status of a temporary investigator.
You must know that the Federal Secret Service is not the only one responsible for counterfeit money cases. The IRS, which is a subordinate of the Ministry of Finance, also has the authority to intervene. Now that the information has been obtained, all you need to do is secretly create a file in advance. When the time is right for Jack to send information, the IRS will If you can get a share of the credit from the Secret Service, why not do it.
I believe that Joey Reacher, who is still lying in the ICU, won't mind.
“I know you have many questions, but I can only answer one of them, why are you looking for me? Because although you took the initiative to transfer to this town, you were just trying to escape your original environment, and Not long after I came here, I had nothing to do with some of the people or things here.”
As the saying goes, the relationship is shallow but not deep. Although Jack understands the plot, he knows that Inspector Finlay is a member of the Protagonist Group of Justice. He is a member, but his words are unfounded, and he has no evidence at hand. It is better to use the identity of IRS to become a member of the protagonist group, help them uncover a corner of the shady story, and take a first look.
Inspector Finlay hesitated for a while, looking at Jack seriously, as if he was pondering the information revealed in Jack's words. After a long time, he spoke.
"You know me well?"
"Not at all, but I believe we will understand each other soon."
Jack told the truth, he didn't remember much about him when he watched the show , probably only this one is an infatuated person, because his wife died of illness, and he felt that he had neglected to take care of her because he was busy with work, so he punished himself and took the initiative to apply for transfer from Boston to this remote town. Nothing else.
Who would be interested in learning more about a 40-year-old black man? If he had bothered to watch the show twice, he would have only paid more attention to the comely female police officer Quan Ji when she appeared on the scene. Seconds, uh maybe three minutes, no more.
"So, what do you need me to do?" Finlay asked.
Jack took out his cell phone and checked the time, "In a few minutes, your people will escort back a suspect. No matter what method you use, let me follow him, even if he is locked up together, absolutely not Exposing my identity will not arouse the suspicion of other people in your police station."
Finley looked at him deeply, his eyes full of doubts.
"You know that I ordered his arrest because of a murder case, right?"
Jack nodded and urged: "I promise you will find out about this murder case, hurry up It's about time, your police officer will be back soon."
"OK, please cooperate."
Finlay made a quick decision, took out the handcuffs and walked behind him.
"Ah wait, what crime are you going to use to lock me up?" Jack asked.
Finley turned his head and thought for half a second, "You are wanted for fraud and want to come and seek refuge with my cousin?"
(End of Chapter)