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"This is the fastest way we can think of, but no matter what choice you make, we will never give up looking for your daughter." Rosie's tone was sincere, her voice steady and powerful.
"Sorry, I can't do it, I'm sorry, Bruce, I can't do it" Mrs. Owen struggled to leave her husband's arms and staggered out of the room.
Jack winked at Hannah at the door, and she followed immediately.
No matter how heartbroken the parents on both sides appear, until the truth is found out, the parents are also suspects, and self-direction and self-acting also account for a large proportion in the kidnapping case.
Letting Hannah follow Mrs. Irving is not only to prevent her from having an accident, but also a disguised form of surveillance.
“Kesson, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Pat Mannan, a middle-aged fat man who claimed to be Keith Vaughan’s friend, had been whispering in his ear. However, Keith Vaughn always had a cold face and did not make any response.
Jack glanced sideways at this guy and became curious about his identity. It seemed that Keith Vaughn didn't like this guy very much. Did he really have such a friend? This guy seems a little overzealous.
“Then let’s begin.”
Seeing that the two fathers did not object, everyone gathered in front of the computer, and Hotchner clicked on the audio file sent by Garcia.
"Stop. Don't stop. Please, stop, dad, dad, help!"
"Don't resist!"
"Oh my God. Stop, help, stop!"
“Don’t let them know you’re scared!”
"Let me go. Don't do this to me. Stop, Dad, help me, Dad, help me. Dad, help me!"
While listening to the recording, Jack's eyes never left the two fathers. He was in pain. , thankfulness, sympathy, worry, these are the expressions that appeared on Keith Vaughn's face in turn.
In disbelief, sadness, pain, heartbreak, disbelief, this is Bruce Owen.
"Play it again." After listening to the recording, Bruce Owen burst into tears.
No need to say more at this time, everyone in BAU has the answer in their hearts.
"Mr. Owen." Hotchner whispered, wanting to say something.
"That's not Katie, I know her voice, that's not Katie, play it again, please, play it again."
Bruce Owen kept shaking his head , wanting to deny everything in front of him.
At some point, Mrs. "Bruce" Owen was supported by Hannah and appeared at the door again, crying so much that she was not human.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Owen." Emily walked to the door, wanting to comfort her, but didn't know how to speak.
"No, honey, it's okay, that's not her, I can hear her voice, that's not her, believe me"
Seeing that Bruce Owen was about to collapse, Keith Vaughn stepped forward and hugged him Lived him.
"Bruce"
"Kisson, that's not Katie, is it? You know. Kisson, that's not Katie's voice."
Bruce · Owen's voice was half pleading, half wailing, and at the end he broke down in tears.
"That's Katie." Keith Vaughan's words finally defeated his last chance.
"No!!! My Katie!!!" Bruce Owen roared in pain and despair like a wounded beast. "Let's go out, come on, come with me." Keith Vaughn was not tall, but quite strong. He helped a collapsed adult man out of the office with little effort.
Sending the two families out of the office, Hotchner turned to Hannah, who was in charge of assisting, and issued an order.
"Publish the photo of the other girl Lindsay immediately. I want her photo to appear in every corner of the city and in tomorrow's newspapers and TV morning news before dawn."
"No problem." Hannah nodded.
"Let's go together. I also have a few business cards for the media." Jiejie took the initiative to step forward and hold her arm.
The two beautiful girls left the office together like sisters who had a good relationship.
Rosie's eyes focused on the evidence board again, "They abused and tortured Katie for a long time, very cruel and violent, and the phone recording told us that the girl kept screaming."
“But it didn’t alert the surrounding neighbors. Why?”
"I confirmed that there are no relevant records of the police calls made after this period of time." Emily showed the information in her hand.
"Basement?" Jack immediately denied his conjecture.
Due to the sandy soil in California, basements are usually expensive to build. When land costs are not high, few people will dig basements, especially in the southern area of Los Angeles where housing prices are not high.
"I'm done." Rhett, who had been busy silently in the corner, threw away the oil-based pen in his hand and stretched out.
The transparent map board is densely painted with symbols and various lines.
"The place where the girls were abducted is located on the southern edge of the city, close to the suburbs, and 9 miles away from the place where the bodies were dumped. I speculate that the murder scene is somewhere in between the two points."
Reed said, pointing to the transparent map. That big circle on the board.
“The scope is large, but if you take the concealed and controlled environment into account, you can narrow the scope to forested areas, industrial areas, and abandoned houses”
He said while Mark all the places in the frame with crosses.
Although the remaining area is still very large, it has been reduced by more than half compared to before.
Seeing that Rossi and Hotchner were looking at him, Jack, as a person from the LAPD, naturally understood immediately.
"Understood, I will coordinate. The Southeast Branch definitely does not have enough manpower. I will contact the Wilshire Branch and borrow some manpower."
Of course the FBI can directly communicate with the upper management Communicate, or simply assign search tasks and let the Southeast District Bureau handle it on its own.
But whether it is the execution effect or the search efficiency, it is definitely not as good as Jack's direct contact with his mother's family. This is the advantage of local products.
Hotchner raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch, "Tomorrow morning, Rosie, take Red and Jack to Keith Vaughn's house to investigate."
"Emily, you and I go to the cinema where the two girls disappeared."
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The process of contacting the black-faced police inspector Gray was very smooth, probably because of a previous drug dealer. The group's yacht was almost sent into low-Earth orbit by unknown good people. Life at the Wilshire Police Department has been relatively relaxed and comfortable recently.
Although as street patrol officers, they will always have endless work to do, the old guys are so proud that they all came to the scene, and Tim personally led the team.
After greeting Tim and John, Jack went home to rest after arranging the search mission. It was already midnight when he got home, and after four hours of sleep, he got up and started busy.
At 6 a.m., delivery boy Jack delivered more than a dozen steaming chestnut cakes, donuts and large cups of coffee to the LAPD police officers who had been busy all night.
My chest is still tight, especially in the afternoon. Damn it, I will find time next week for a physical examination.
(End of this chapter)