Chapter 438 George Foye
The two of them waited in the car until dusk when they saw a middle-aged white man with gray hair and myopia glasses staggering around the corner and walking towards them. Right downstairs in the apartment.
"He must be less than 40 years old, right?" Jack was a little surprised, but he was relieved immediately after thinking of the photo of this man that he had seen before, with all the bruises on his body.
After being seriously injured once, and living in hiding and fear every day for more than ten years, premature aging is normal.
The two got out of the car and walked towards the man. Hotchner asked, "George Foye?"
The man holding a pile of daily necessities and books raised his head in surprise, and then looked around subconsciously.
"Don't be afraid, we are the FBI. This is Agent Tavole and I am Agent Hotchner. We have met before. Do you remember?"
Hodge Na and Jack took the initiative to show their IDs.
"Yes, I have the impression." Foye grinned, barely showing a smile, looked around again, and then tilted his head.
“If you don’t mind, can you come into my house and talk again?”
After saying that, he took the lead into the apartment without waiting for the two of them to answer.
Following him into a cramped room in the apartment, Jack looked around. There were two rooms, one large and one small, with no living room.
Except for a bed and a table, there are almost no extra furniture and furnishings. It does not look like a long-term residence, but more like a temporary place to stay.
"Do you usually live here?" Jack asked curiously.
Foye nodded, "I found several houses under different names and switched between them from time to time."
He coughed a few times and asked casually, "How did you find me?"
"Through Roy Coulson."
Hotchner's answer seemed to surprise him. , was stunned for a moment, and nodded subconsciously.
"I knew it was not a copycat crime."
Obviously, he also saw the news about the "Boston Death" returning to the world, and understood the reason why the FBI was looking for him.
"I planned to propose to her at dinner that night, but I chickened out."
It seemed that the arrival of the FBI brought back Foye's memories. Although he couldn't stop coughing, he still kept coughing intermittently. He began to describe his original experience.
Seeing that his cough was really pitiful, Jack poured a glass of water and handed it to him. Taking advantage of the moment of physical contact between the two parties, he performed a slowly effective healing spell.
But then he raised his eyebrows in surprise. Although his mental power attribute is almost close to 30 now, and it is really easy to perform healing spells at ordinary times, today's consumption is not as good as Finley's before. The time I used it consumed more.
This guy's actual physical condition doesn't seem to be as bad as he appears. Is this a disguise?
Jack was a little confused, what was his purpose of pretending like this? Could it be that he was waiting for the day when the murderer came to find him again so that he could violently fight back?
While he was thinking wildly, he heard Foye continue, "When 'Death' came to find us, the ring was still in my pocket.
He said he was lost and had it in his hand. He was holding a tourist brochure, and when I was about to help, he stabbed me with a knife."
Hotchner interrupted his painful memories, "Mr. Foye, we didn't come here to do anything."
Whether it is the case file or the book written by Roy Coulson, these contents are described in detail. There is no need for them to let him recall the painful experience again.
But Foye seemed oblivious and continued, "I couldn't move at the time. I could only sit there, bleeding, and watched him kill Mandy (Amanda's nickname).
He stabbed He stabbed her 67 times. Do you know how long it takes to stab someone 67 times?”
It wasn’t until Foye was almost done venting his emotions that Hotchner spoke slowly.
"He should have left your glasses on the next deceased person, but he didn't and kept them until yesterday's case. Do you know why?"
" Because I survived by luck?" Foye smiled bitterly.
Jack temporarily suppressed his confusion and asked, "Have you received any strange letters or phone calls recently?"
Foye smiled bitterly again, "For eleven years, I have always felt that he He won't let me go, so I never use my mobile phone and keep changing places to live.
He likes to attack private cars, so I only take the bus when I go out. Believe me, I have tried my best to ensure that kind of thing. It won't happen again."
"So, why don't you leave this place?" Jack asked the question that came to his mind when chatting with Jiejie in the morning.
Foye shook his head, "No, Boston is my home. I swore to myself that this is the only thing I can't let the 'god of death' take away from me."
Seeing that his tone was very firm, Hotchner suggested, "Before this matter is over, we can provide you with a safe place to live, or arrange for the police to protect you."
"No need. "Foye refused, "No one can protect me."
"He is just a human being and has no superpowers," Hotchner still wanted to insist. "Then why can't you catch him?" A somewhat mocking expression flashed across Foye's face.
"How about this?" Jack stood up and smoothed things over. He felt that there was no need to argue about this kind of thing.
"Please give us your other aliases and addresses so that we can contact you." He handed over his notepad and pen.
Foye did not refuse this time. He quickly wrote down a string of addresses and names, and then handed the notepad back to Jack.
"Please keep it carefully." Then he emphasized again, "Please."
Jack felt a little embarrassed when he was looked at by a middle-aged man with such pitiful eyes. He nodded quickly, "I will keep it safe."
When leaving this simple apartment, Jack was still complaining about the somewhat nervous Foye.
"This guy's behavior is full of contradictions. It can be seen from his performance that he is actually scared to death, but when we offered to protect him, he refused so resolutely."
The look on Hotchner's face His expression was a little strange, and he said, "You haven't had the experience of ten years ago. Back then, the streets of Boston were in panic, and people here almost lost trust in the local police."
< br>The two returned to the downstairs of the office. As soon as Jack parked the car on the roadside, he saw a reporter and writer named Roy Coulson, whom he had met before, waiting at the gate.
Seeing the two of them, he took the initiative to greet them, "Hey, someone sent this to my office."
Hotchner took the document bag he handed over and just looked at it. After taking a glance, his face suddenly became very ugly.
Jack quickly put on his gloves and took the documents from his hands. He knew what they were without even turning down.
Because the first page is a copy of the agreement that the "Boston Death" sent to the deceased old detective Tom Shaunas.
This guy took the initiative to tell the reporter about this matter, and it was obvious what his intentions were.
"Are you going to report this?" Hotchner looked at Roy Coulson.
The writer shrugged, "If I don't write, he will find someone else."
"Maybe, maybe not. To him, you are different from others." Hotchner pointed out.
"Your book "Death of the Night" is equivalent to his autobiography. Believe me, he must have read your book hundreds of times in the past ten years. It was you who made him famous. In his It seems that no one knows and cares about him better than you.
And now, he wants to announce to the public the real reason why he stopped back then through you."
Roy Colson didn't. He was moved, but his eyes were full of expectation, "So?"
"If you spread this matter, you should know what the consequences will be, right? But this is big news after all , you can write if you want.”
As soon as Hotchner said these words, Jack on the side quickly tried to keep his face straight and managed his expression urgently. When did the poker face learn to be morally kidnapped.
As expected, Roy Coulson was also a little anxious and took the initiative to bite the hook, "What exactly do you want me to do?"
"I didn't ask you to do anything, report it or not report it, It's all your rights." Hotchner continued to play hard to get.
"Oh come on, this is my exclusive news, and it may be the biggest news I will ever encounter in my life."
Roy Coulson just said, I can't Report, please make conditions quickly.
"After capturing the 'Reaper', I can exclusively authorize you to have all the case information, allowing you to sort out the entire case-solving process of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Team."
"The premise is that I suppress this news, right?" Luo E. Coulson put on a mask of pain, as if he was facing a major decision.
Hotchner turned his head, pursed his lips, and quickly said a few words, "I didn't say that."
That's not what you meant. Jack helped in his heart Roy Coulson completed the unspoken words. Of course Hotchner couldn't admit that this was a deal, otherwise it would be illegal.
“No reporter has ever had such a privilege.” Hotchner’s tone was calm, but the words coming out of his mouth were full of temptation.
"But what if you fail to catch the murderer?" Roy Coulson rubbed the ground with his soles anxiously.
"This is the risk you need to take." After saying that, Hotchner turned to Jack and ignored the writer.
"Send this thing to Russell and let his people check if there are any traces of physical evidence remaining."
Jack also knows that with the caution of the "Boston Death", it is unlikely that he will commit a crime. Such a low-level mistake, but what if.
So he rushed to the local medical examiner's office non-stop, and finally found Russell in a nearby parking lot. He and a group of researchers were collecting evidence from a car.
This is the same car that Jack saw at the crime scene yesterday, with "Eye of God" painted on the side of the car in the victim's blood.
He made his purpose clear and handed over the document bag. Russell nodded and said he would deal with it as soon as possible.
Jack was about to leave when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. Thinking of his previous doubts, Jack made another request to Russell.
(End of this chapter)