Chapter 163 Jack worked hard to get the plot back on track
Not long after, the footsteps outside came again, from far to near, and finally stopped at the door of this small conference room. The next second, the door It was opened, and Finlay's dark face poked in.
"Tell me, is that 'Hulk' the murderer? Why are you investigating him?"
He closed the door carefully, looking anxious but had to lower his voice deliberately.
"I am an IRS investigator. The murder case is not within the scope of my investigation. I approached him because of another more important case."
Jack had a mysterious smile on his face.
"What is more important than a murder? Do you know how many years there has been no murder in this town?"
Seeing that Jack was indifferent, it was clear what he was saying. Even if he didn't want to say anything, Finlay's face turned even darker.
"It's just a corpse to you. What I want to check is the numerous bones hidden under the calm water."
Jack stood up suddenly. Although he was not as big as Reacher, , but compared to the black detective, who is only about 1.7 meters tall, he can still dominate in terms of momentum.
"Although you may have verified my identity, you should understand that our trust in each other is still very limited. There are some things that you won't believe even if I tell you now."
By Jack Surprised by the sudden serious tone, Finlay's breathing couldn't help but stagnated. He forced himself to remain calm and stared into the other person's eyes for a long time, as if to judge whether the guy from the IRS in front of him was bluffing him.
In the end, he discovered dejectedly that he couldn’t even convince himself that he had been in this town for a while. No matter how hard he tried to fool himself, he was just fooling around, or didn’t care about the relationship between colleagues, but there was something hidden in him. Something was wrong, telling him that the guy in front of him was definitely not being alarmist.
"Then can you tell me what the words and phone number on this note mean? We found this from the deceased's shoe."
Finley said An evidence bag came out, with a small piece of paper on it that said 'PLURIBUS' and a series of numbers.
Of course Jack knew that if the original plot was followed, the police would have found two bodies near the overpass, and the other one belonged to Reacher's brother, Joey Reacher, and this note was hidden in Joey's shoe. inside.
Brother Wolfe followed Joey last night according to his instructions. At that time, he was meeting the deceased and was suddenly attacked by an unknown person. The deceased was killed on the spot and Joey was also seriously injured.
If no unexpected factors intervened, Joey would have stuffed the important clue, which was this note, into his shoes before he died. However, when he was desperately rescued by the Wolf brothers, the paper The article arrived in Braxton's hands naturally, and then was handed over to Jack.
So early this morning, while it was still light, Jack rushed to Margrave and found the crime scene based on Braxton's description.
Not only did he stuff the note into the deceased's shoe, he was also worried that the body would not be discovered, so he kicked some of the cardboard boxes covering it away, and then went to the restaurant at noon to wait. It wasn't until a certain big guy appeared outside the restaurant that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If this world has a will, it would definitely be moved by how hard he worked to maintain the original plot line. After all, only the number on the note can lead to the key witness who reveals the truth about the crimes of the Kleiner Foundation.
The word 'PLURIBUS' is translated into Chinese as Hezhong, Guiyi. What Joey means is that after gathering all the clues, he found the key person who can reveal the answer to the mystery - the owner of this phone number. who.
So Jack answered very matter-of-factly: "I don't know, but why don't you just check who this number belongs to?"
There was a little helplessness in Finlay's tone, "Private phone number The company is more bureaucratic than the police system, and we are still waiting for a reply."
Jack shrugged, "The IRS can't help, but I have a hunch that the owner of this number may be important. ”
Feeling that the guy in front of him was talking nonsense again, Finlay didn't bother to ask any more questions. He waved his hand and said, "I will arrange for you two Jack to be locked up together, but the homeless man is not a big suspect. He may be arrested early tomorrow morning." Let him go."
"No problem, the fake wanted order will be revoked tomorrow morning, but I can give you a suggestion."
"What suggestions?"
"Don't judge a person by stereotypes. That Rachel will be a good helper. I suggest you dig into his resume and admit it sometimes. It's not a bad thing for someone to be better than yourself."
Jack smiled and said something heartbreaking. The black detective was silent for a long time before nodding with difficulty, "I do hate him, but I will consider your suggestion."
The so-called detention room is actually in the corner of the police station's office area. It is a single room surrounded by steel bars. Finlay opened the cell door, and Rachel, who was sitting inside, heard the sound and looked up at the two of them.
"Aha, we meet again." Jack greeted Reacher again.
Leicher ignored him and just frowned.
Jack did not give up and continued to try to strike up a conversation, "How about the peach pie at that restaurant? Is it as delicious as I said? I dare say it is the best peach pie in Georgia."
Reacher frowned and looked at him for a long time before replying, "They rushed in and arrested me before I was about to take my first bite."
"Well, that's a shame. ” Jack shrugged.
The conversation was over in just one sentence. Jack didn’t want to be too enthusiastic and arouse the other party’s suspicion, so the atmosphere of silence lasted for a long time.
About two or three hours later, the pretty female police officer brought over a cup of coffee and handed it to Reacher.
"You've been here for a long time, I thought you might need something to drink to refresh yourself."
"Thank you." Rachel stood up, walked to the railing and took the coffee, smiling gratefully.
Jack raised his head suddenly and looked at the female police officer eagerly. Although he had already eaten and drank in the restaurant, and even drank three cups of coffee, he was not worried about scarcity but inequality. Why? Just for Reacher.
The delicate female police officer glared at him and saw that he smiled with eight shining teeth and a handsome face with two shallow dimples. She rolled her eyes angrily and turned around to pour another glass. , but didn’t put any candy in it, just handed it over.
Jack walked up to Reacher, reached out and took it and took a sip. He almost died of pain and returned to his seat holding the cup with his wilting hands.
"I guess you like black coffee." The female police officer said to Reacher who was still standing by the fence.
"How did you guess it?" Rachel picked up the coffee and took a sip.
"You don't seem to like fancy things. Creamer and sugar are just fancy things." the female police officer replied.
"So you think I'm innocent?" Reacher asked.
“Why do you say that?” The female police officer smiled a little full of spring.
“Because I don’t think you would give coffee to a guilty person.”
Jack on the side said, "???"
Sure enough, the female police officer pointed at him, "That fraudster over there who specializes in targeting elderly women, didn't I also give him coffee?"
I’m so angry, you two idiots just flirt with each other, are you going to take advantage of me while I’m having a meal next to you?
Rachel seemed a little surprised, and glanced sideways at Jack, who looked innocent, "So, he is really not one of your people?"
Jack finally couldn't help but speak. , "Are you stupid? Do you think you can hang extra photos on that wall? If I hadn't come here in an emergency, I might still be eating crayfish in the 'Pelican State' today."
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