Chapter 164: Imprisonment
Reacher had doubts in his eyes, frowning and staring at Jack for a long time, as if he was wondering where his reasoning went wrong.
The female police officer stretched out her hand to indicate that the two of them had finished their coffee and handed back the cup, "What's interesting is that both of you are named Jack."
Jack stood up again and handed over the ceramic cup in his hand. , turned around and reached out to Reacher in a friendly manner, "Jack Reacher."
Reacher still frowned, shaking hands while still observing him carefully, "Jack Reacher."
At this time, Finley walked out of the office in a hurry and greeted the female police officer: "Rosko, we need to leave immediately. The phone number is missing."
"It seems that the two of us are going to We've been together for a while, maybe we can talk about how to distinguish each other, or give each other nicknames or something?" Jack suggested with a smile.
"Just call you Little Jack." Reacher lowered his head and looked at him.
“I don’t know who is bigger than who yet.” Jack also lowered his head and looked at the position of the other person’s other head.
The two fell into silence again.
In less than an hour, female police officers Roscoe and Finlay escorted a well-mannered white man wearing designer casual clothes into the police station.
“Go in.” Finlay opened the iron door of the detention room and motioned to the white man.
The other party looked at Rachel, as if he had seen a monster. Jack on the side moved his butt to the side, and then he leaned against the wall cautiously, and walked step by step to sit next to Jack.
"Hey, Rachel, come with me." Finley shook his head and motioned for him to come out.
"I'm not going." Rachel sat motionless.
Finley's eyes widened, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Unless you untie me first, you all know that I am not the murderer, and this thing makes me uncomfortable."
Finley had no choice but to say to Roscoe: "Go get a letter opener."
"No need." Reacher stood up, using his arms, which were about the same thickness as a normal person's thighs, and his wrists The plastic tie on it was easily broken, and then he picked it up with a smile.
“Do you have a recycling bin here?”
Jack on the side looked at the standard handcuffs on his wrists and fell into deep thought. Would he scare people if he did the same?
"It's not good if you do this. Next time they will know how to bundle more."
Looking at Reacher walking out of the detention room, he made a sincere suggestion.
"No, I have large handcuffs in my safe." Finlay replied, closing the iron door and taking Reacher into his office.
It was quiet at first, but soon the two started arguing in the office. Finlay opened the office door and shouted: "Stevenson, come to my office."< br>
Ever since he saw the gentle white man being escorted back to the police station, the young male police officer who was a little restless lowered his head and entered Finlay's office.
In less than 5 minutes, he walked out again with a pale face, and then the arguing in the office became louder.
Finally Finlay walked out angrily, saying as he walked, "You can even see that I just quit smoking, but you don't know what I want to do?"
Leacher was also very angry. , followed him relentlessly, "You're just messing around. Someone surrendered, and I helped you."
"You helped me?" Finlay pointed with his finger very impolitely. Looking at him.
"You seem to be a little confused about the situation. No matter your current sloppy appearance, unemployment status or homeless living situation, it shows that you are no longer a police officer. Chief Morrison asked me to lock you up until Until we can confirm that you were indeed on the coach at the time of the incident." He then turned to order Roscoe, "Notify the county jail to escort the prisoner. These three guys will be temporarily detained until we investigate the case clearly. "
This time Reacher was really put on large handcuffs and treated the same as the other two.
After a long wait, a prison van stopped at the door of the police station. Before the three were escorted out of the detention room, Reacher said to Rosko: "Put away the watch in his hand. "
He was referring to the new white man next to him. Jack on the side also reminded: "There is also his ring, otherwise he will be stolen in less than 5 minutes after he goes to jail. .”
Rosko glanced at the two of them in surprise.
"It was a pleasure chatting with you just now." Reacher thanked Roscoe seriously. The female police officer took off the white man's watch and ring while looking at him with complicated eyes.
Forget it, you two get married right where you are. Jack rolled his eyes secretly. He is worthy of being the hero and heroine. You have found each other so quickly.
There were only three people sitting in the empty prison bus. Jack looked at the sunset outside the window and felt extremely melancholy. He had really sacrificed too much to avenge Hannah.
That is to say, I am no longer an ordinary person. Otherwise, if I go to an old American prison for no reason, I am afraid that I will not really be picked up.
"Thank you. Thank you for reminding them about the watch and the ring. My name is Paul Heborg."
The white man seemed to have finally mustered up the courage and stammered his thanks to the two of them.
"Shut up, you have ruined my journey." Reacher glared at him angrily, instantly making all his courage disappear.
"So, why were you arrested?" Jack, who was sitting in the back row, patted Paul on the shoulder.
"Detective Finlay came to me and said he found a phone number in a corpse's shoe. That number was mine, so I directly admitted that I was the murderer."
Paul replied in a low voice.
"So, did you really kill someone?" Jack asked knowingly. This guy looked like a weakling. His thighs were not as thick as Lei Che's small arms.
"No, you won't understand. If I don't admit it, I will be dead." This guy actually held his head and started sobbing.
Jack didn’t ask any more questions, just confirmed that this guy was the key witness. Then he only had to wait for one more thing to happen and force the protagonists to unite, and then they could break the situation directly.
When the prison bus drove into the prison, it was already dark. A slovenly old prison guard was waiting outside. He watched the three people get out of the car one by one and said.
"I am Officer Spivey. Follow the yellow line. Prisoners, you will be held in an isolation cell until they arrange for your weekend arraignment."
After changing the prison uniforms, the three of them were brought in He found an empty four-person cell and spent the night without talking.
In the early morning, after a bell rang, the electromagnetic lock of the cell opened automatically. Jack opened his eyes and stood up, and saw that Rachel, who was also sleeping on another bunk bed, had jumped out of the bed and walked out of the cell.
That Paul was squatting in the corner of the cell, looking restless. Knowing that he had not slept all night, Jack patted him on the shoulder and followed him out of the cell.
The corridor outside the cell was very lively, and some people were playing RAP music. Jack looked around and found that the prisoners around him were all guys with gang tattoos on their arms.
Looking at each other and Rachel, the two hurriedly walked back to the cell.
(End of this chapter)