Chapter 559 Dinner with Cassel and his daughter
Jack had been thinking about this case on the way here. This was a disguised reminder to him. Although simple and crude methods are very satisfying, but In the future, I will inevitably have trouble with those difficult defense lawyers.
He had met Angela Lopez’s lawyer husband when he was in the LAPD. How difficult that guy Wesley was. Fortunately, this guy was tamed by Angela later, and he can be regarded as his own. of.
In the future, he will inevitably deal with the scum of the upper class, and what he will face may be an entire team of elite lawyers. In addition to trying to end the case in the arrest process (killing him), he I really haven't thought about the strategies for dealing with this.
“Do you remember what we found in that van?” Jack asked while sorting out his thoughts in his mind.
Danny didn't understand what he wanted to express, "You mean those communion dresses, prayer candles and other things?"
"Yes, he wanted to have a ceremony, Satisfy his perverted desires, right?" An idea flashed in Jack's mind. Isn't this the field he had always been good at before, and his speaking speed became faster.
“Don’t you think this nagging style is very consistent with that of a serial killer?”
Danny’s eyes lit up, “That makes sense, people don’t live for four years. Fifty years old, he suddenly became a sexual pervert when he woke up. Do you think he may have other criminal records?"
"We can check where he has stayed before and compare whether there are any similar unsolved cases in the local area? , We can’t do anything about Theresa’s case, but we might be able to do something about other cases.”
Jack imitated Jubal's example and clapped his hands, cheering up. "I can find someone to help. I know someone who is good at checking this, and she also happens to have authority."
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"Hi, honey, did you miss me?" Jack was secretly glad that when he returned to Los Angeles, he did not forget to fill the refrigerator in the big office for the BAU friends, and also made some cute and cute things for Garcia. Delicious little dessert.
"Hi, the man of my dreams, miss me?" Garcia's response was the same as Garcia's.
"Ahem" Jack almost choked himself to death. He was really not suitable for this greasy style, so he quickly got down to business.
"No problem, it's a trivial matter, but I need priority reading rights for the next installment of Jack Reacher." Garcia made the condition.
"As long as I can get it done, I can introduce the prototype of the big muscle tyrant to you."
Jack was talking about the truth, but he said it so casually, which reminded him that he seemed to have not talked to him for a long time. The big guy Jack Reacher had contacted him, and he went back to his brother to ask if this guy who was running all over the map would be passing through New York recently.
Danny went to deliver barbecue to his father, the director, and Jack sent him a message to reassure him. He drove around the streets. New York itself has no famous food, but it brings together elites from all over the world. , various flavors from various countries can be found locally.
Jack has also learned bad things now. Instead of parking in those extremely expensive parking lots, he specially looks for temporary parking areas on the roadside. As long as he doesn't block fire escapes and other towed vehicles, he will be fined naturally. There is a logistics department to help with this.
In addition, Danny also gave him a few NYPD family cards. Even if he opened the Firebird, he didn’t have to worry. Some minor violations would be ignored directly. In this regard, the NYPD’s family cards are better than those of the LAPD. Be easy to use.
Feeling that time was almost up, Jack found a spot to park his car and entered a French restaurant on the edge of the Hudson River. Rick Cassel invited him to have dinner here in the evening.
He probably guessed what this guy was looking for, but he felt that he might not be able to help.
"Please, every artist needs his muse, I can only ask for your help." Cassel clasped his hands and prayed.
"So, do you really not mind if your father finds you a stepmother?" Jack ignored this guy, raised his glass to Alexis and winked.
"Actually, if it's Detective Beckett, my first impression of her is quite good." Alexis smiled and raised the juice at hand, clinking glasses with Jack.
I wish I had such a thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket. The more Jie looks at the unreliable father beside her, the more displeased she becomes. If he is a black-hearted villain, he will definitely find a way to kill this guy. , grab the little cotton-padded jacket.
Casel looked a little embarrassed, "I'm serious, I've even completed the character setting, now I just need some small inspiration"
"Nicky Hitt Right? I already know." It feels like this guy is really not afraid of death. If Beckett knew that the heroine based on her was given such a name, she would shoot him off.
"And your little source of inspiration is to ask me to convince the NYPD Police Department to let you follow Detective Beckett to do some things." Jack raised his hands while speaking, and put two fingers on them. The ears were bent a bit, indicating the meaning of quotation marks.
".'Investigation' work?" "Yes, that's right, I can sign a liability exemption agreement, and I've even prepared a bulletproof vest." Cassell's eyes lit up, and he opened his phone to show a picture of him wearing a bulletproof vest. Sexy selfie.
This body armor is actually a customized model. Why do you say that? Because other people’s body armor has either "SWAT", "NYPD" or "FBI" on it, which Jack often wears. ".
And the body armor he was wearing had a big "WRITER" written on it.
Jack sighed heavily and thought of what happened before, "For Alexis' sake I will definitely help you if you put yourself at risk for the FBI, but I heard that even the mayor is a fan of your book, why don’t you just go to our mayor?”
"Uh" Cassel looked around mysteriously, then leaned closer and whispered, "I heard some rumors recently that the relationship between the mayor and the NYPD is a bit tense, and some said that Director Reagan, although he is on the surface, He remains neutral between the two parties, but privately moves closer to the Xiang Party.”
It seems that although writers are somewhat different from reporters, they are also well-informed people.
Jack did not continue on this topic, and the three of them continued to chat about their experiences in New York while enjoying the food.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been with that old rookie John for a long time, or if it’s because they were both actors in the original world, so the two guys have somewhat similar personalities. Cassel is really It's hard to really hate him.
Coupled with the fact that this guy had the lovely Alexis by his side, it was much more difficult for Jack to talk, and he talked about the second new book he was preparing.
"Have you ever experienced an air crash? Have you ever fought with terrorists? And the Navy SEALs?" Cassell was so envious that his eyes were red with envy. The guy in front of him was filled with stories. Serial killers and the like were enough to attract attention. Oh, I didn’t expect such an “adventure” to happen.
That’s right, Jack’s second book plans to write about his experiences on Jolo Island, plane crashes, tropical rainforests, terrorists, hostage kidnapping, PMCs and SEALs. These bestsellers should be All the elements are present.
Alexis also showed an expression of interest, looking at Jack with a curious light in her eyes.
The French meal process is inherently long. The three of them ate and chatted until late at night. They put the father and daughter who were still satisfied with the story into a taxi. Jack finally reminded Card. Serge said.
"Even if the NYPD agrees with your bad idea, I suggest you communicate with Detective Beckett first, as a minimum of respect."
He remembered that in the original play, Beckett first came to Cassel for help because of a case, but now it was obvious that he had disrupted the process because of himself, and he didn't know if that case would happen again.
"I will go to the 12th Precinct to find her next Monday. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about this." Cassel took out an invitation.
“Because of the accident last time, the publishing house is planning to hold another cocktail party, which will be next Monday. Please be sure to attend.”
Jack took the invitation and talked with Cassel and his daughter. Waving goodbye, he turned around and was about to put away the invitation, when he saw a familiar figure on the roadside.
Director Frank Regan, who was dressed in formal attire, was walking to the side of the road with a beautiful woman in a sexy black evening dress on his arm, and reached out to stop a taxi.
By coincidence, Jack also knew this older beauty. She was the reporter and news anchor Miss Davidson whom she had met at the open-air press conference in Police Square.
Tsk, tsk, Jack watched Frank Regan very gentlemanly help Miss Davidson open the back door, put her in the car, then leaned into the car and kissed her good night, then closed the door and watched. I left in a taxi, feeling quite dumbfounded.
Sure enough, there are no coincidences in the adult world. He had previously told Dana Moger about his guess that Miss Davidson might be Frank Regan's person, but he did not expect to get it so quickly. Confirmed.
Judging from the intimate attitude of the two people, this Miss Davidson is not only Director Reagan's person, but also in every sense.
After watching this scene, Jack threw away the car keys in his hand, turned around and left. He didn't expect that he would inadvertently reveal a little secret just for a meal.
I heard Danny mention it before that his mother had passed away long ago and his father had been single in recent years, so it was natural for him to go out for a date.
Just thinking about the identity of Miss Davidson, Jack couldn't help but smile. If the outside world knew that the NYPD director's secret lover was a reporter, it would probably cause a commotion. It seems that the director is also a reporter. Wonderful people, like the feeling of playing with fire.
(End of this chapter)