Chapter 273 Fishing Master Jack
"Lindsay protects Katie like a sister. You know, girls their age are always attracted to bad boys."
Hearing from Kitty When Mori said this, Rossi came closer to him and assumed a scene in a serious tone.
"What do you think if a group of boys Katie knows stopped by the roadside and offered to give them a lift?"
"Lindsay might go along, to ensure her safety. "Kissen nodded.
Rosie breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion, "You have a good daughter. Thanks to your teachings, maybe this is the key to why she is still alive today."
A trace of bitterness appeared on Kisson's face. , "I taught her to stay away from men like me."
After the conversation with Kitson, Jack and Rosie walked out of the conference room and happened to bump into Hotchner and Emily walking towards them. , they had just visited the parents of the second deceased, Douglas Silverman.
"I didn't ask for any useful information. The child's father is a busy blue-collar worker and works overtime on weekends. His mother went out of town and returned to her parents' home."
Emily's face didn't look too good. Well, it's never easy to face the family of a deceased person.
"He mentioned a name, Ryan, a new friend of Douglas, but there is no last name. Garcia cannot narrow down the screening scope yet."
While the four of them were talking, Jiejie and Hannah also walked out of another conference room.
"The Owens had no impression of the boy, but Bruce Owen was acting a little strange and seemed to want to leave the police station in a hurry."
"We suspected that he might know something. , but it was clear that he had lost patience with the police."
The two girls expressed their suspicions.
"What do you mean, he might have recognized Douglas or even known the people he was hanging out with?" Hotchner said and wanted to go to the conference room where Irving and his wife were, but was stopped by Rossi.
“Wait a minute, if he has made up his mind to seek personal revenge, he won’t tell you no matter how hard you ask him. Mr. and Mrs. Owen are not suspects, and we cannot interrogate them.”
“ It’s less than two hours until dark. If it’s delayed until tomorrow, we all know what Lindsay will face.”
Hotchner was very angry. Bruce Owen had just lost his daughter. Being blinded by hatred, no matter what he wants to do, it will not be a good thing for the missing Lindsay.
"Red, is there any good news about your map analysis?" Rossi looked at Red, who had been busy in front of the map board.
"Not yet. It might be helpful if we could know the identity of Ryan." Rhett scratched his furry head with the end of a whiteboard marker, looking very distressed.
"Well, I have a bad idea. It's very risky and doesn't quite fit in with our police's position, but it might be useful." Jack said hesitantly.
"Let's talk about it, we don't have much time." Rossi encouraged him.
"Bruce has just lost his daughter Katie, so no matter what he does, he is impulsive and may not necessarily care about the life of another girl, but what if this person is replaced by Lindsay's father?"
Emily stared at Jack, "You mean to let Keith Vaughn deal with Bruce Owen and force him to reveal what he knows? This is crazy."
"This is the police station. Can we still watch a former gang killer extract a confession from a civilian?" "Of course not. Why don't we let Bruce take the initiative to find Keith Vaughn?" Jack smiled mysteriously.
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"I told you, none of us know the boy in the photo. Now I just want to go home early with my wife and miss our daughter."
Bruce Owen and his sad wife both had haggard faces and bloodshot eyes. Obviously, neither of them had had a good rest after learning about their daughter's death.
Standing opposite them at this time were Jack and Hannah. Hannah was still comforting Mrs. Owen in a low voice, while Jack had a serious face and a businesslike look.
"Sorry, you can't leave now. The identity of the Vaughn family is somewhat sensitive. You need to stay at the police station until the federal marshals agree."
Jack's casual remarks made Bruce... Owen believed it, and his expression was a little more surprised.
"Why? We don't know anything about the secrets between their father and daughter."
"Well, we have indeed known each other for four or five years. I know that Kisson is a hardcore person. Guy, but so what? He's just a little overprotective. I know he taught Lindsay how to shoot, but this is the West, isn't it?"
"Hey, relax and drink some water."
Jack walked to the water dispenser and poured him a glass of water pretending to be concerned, with a little helplessness and a little sympathy in his expression.
"This is a request from the federal marshals. You know what they do. We at the FBI can only cooperate in this matter. Have you seen the fat man next to Kisson? He follows him almost 24 hours a day."
"I don't understand, and I don't care about this. Since Kisson didn't do this, why are you still detaining us?"
Jack raised his eyebrows, looking surprised. He turned on the nonsense mode, "You really don't know what he used to do? Then he disguised himself really well. You know, he killed more people than any criminal I have ever seen."
Seeing Bruce Owen's unbelievable look, Jack acted like a rookie agent who didn't keep his mouth shut, "But he is an important person now, and the order we received is to ensure his safety first, so we can only feel aggrieved." "You guys."
"After the federal marshal protection team arrives and takes him away, you can go home, I promise."
After listening to Jack's words, Bruce. · Owen stopped making any sound, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head to ask.
"Can I have a chat with Keith alone? Apologize, you know, I was a little too much towards him before."
Jack poured himself a glass of water to cover up There was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he shrugged pretending not to care.
"No problem, as long as Kisson's 'bodyguard' doesn't have any objections."
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"Are you sure you can keep an eye on him?"
I don't know why. Rosie, who appeared beside Jack from time to time, asked worriedly.
Looking at Bruce Owen pushing open the conference room door at the other end and saying a few words, the fat federal marshal, Pat Mannan, stood up and walked out, holding a cigarette in his mouth. The back door of the police station.
Everyone in the BAU who pretended to be busy but had been observing everything intentionally or unintentionally breathed a sigh of relief. Everything went according to plan. Bruce Owen really knew something.
"It's the job of the federal marshals to keep an eye on him, isn't it? I just went out to run errands and buy a few dinners for everyone." Jack threw the car keys in his hand, with a wicked smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)