Chapter 564 Observing the Interrogation
In fact, for Jack, there are still many places to visit in New York. For example, there is a military museum converted from an aircraft carrier on the Hudson River, which is "I Am Legend" ”, the Intrepid on which Will Smith stood playing golf.
Jack made a list and planned to play through all the famous scenes in the movie after this period of time is over.
We arrived at the reception at just the right time. Hannah, who was wearing a blue dress, was chatting with Alexis, who was wearing a burgundy dress, at the foot of the steps. Two beauties, one big and one small, were standing there. At the same time, they are all sweet-looking types, very eye-catching.
“Sorry, Your Royal Highnesses, I’m late.”
Jack walked between the two of them and raised his arms at the same time. The two girls looked at each other and smiled, holding his arms one on the left and the other on the right.
"Is the case over?" Hannah asked.
“Yes, the prosecutor’s office re-submitted new evidence during the afternoon hearing. After that, this guy will be extradited to Florida. I believe the enthusiastic Florida people will entertain him well.”
After Jack answered, seeing Alexis’ little face filled with question marks, he told the Donald Burns case from the beginning.
"It sounds more attractive than some story about a suave private detective and a femme fatale competing for wits. Will you write it into your novel?" Alexis asked curiously.
"Maybe. In fact, when I was in BAU, there were many exciting cases, but if you say that, my dad will be sad." Although Jack said this, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.
“Why do I feel like you are more of the protagonist tonight than me?” Cassel waved his sore wrist to meet the three of them, and made a joke to Jack, who was “hugging left and right.” , even though signing autographs on the chests of female fans is his favorite, but signing too many will still make his hands sore.
"Daddy." Alexis had just finished saying "bad things" about her father. She let go of Jack's arm with some guilt, hugged Cassel's arm and started acting coquettishly.
“So are you really done with your Derek Storm series? Many people speculate that you will bring him back to life in the next book, just like Conan Doyle once did It's going on the same way. I heard that some fans and readers have already sent you threatening letters."
Jack still admires this guy. Some things can only be known how difficult they are if you do it yourself.
Cassell's "Derek Storm" series earned him at least four to five million dollars, but this guy ended up chopping down such a money tree because he had no inspiration. I really don't know whether to call him a prodigal or a prodigal. Praise him for his artistic pursuits.
“Of course not. Derek Storm is too dead to die. The scene is bloody and his head has a big hole. But don’t worry, he is not a goose that lays golden eggs. This is the place. "
As he spoke, Cassel pointed to his head, and looked at Jack expectantly, with a hint of nervousness, but also looked at him expectantly, "So Jack, what are you doing today? Did you come with good news? "
Jack originally wanted to scare him, but after thinking about it, he decided that it was unnecessary. He would not be as naive as this guy.
"Director Reagan has agreed"
Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by an excited Cassel in a bear hug, "Oh, that's great, I thought"
The smell of this perfume made me want to sneeze, Jack He opened his arm forcefully and added, "But you may have to sign a bunch of disclaimers, and don't forget what I said, say hello to Detective Beckett in advance, otherwise."
" Otherwise what? I seem to have heard someone mention my name." Kate Beckett, still dressed smartly, appeared next to the two of them and asked doubtfully. "Aha, Detective Beckett! Are you also a big fan of my books? It's such a surprise to see you here." Cassel quickly said haha, while taking the initiative to reach out to the other party, and at the same time desperately facing Jack Wink.
"Well, we were just talking about the last case, and we just happened to talk about you, Detective Beckett." Jack was not helping Cassel hide, he just didn't want the other party to know I am also involved in this matter.
In fact, no police detective likes to have a follower behind him while working, recording his every move, let alone having to be distracted from protecting him when facing a criminal.
Beckett ignored the hand someone extended to her, turned around and said hello to Hannah and Alexis first, then shook hands with Jack, and then looked at her with a serious face. Xiang Kassel also showed his police badge.
"I need to ask you a few questions about a murder that occurred earlier tonight. Come back to the police station with me, Mr. Cassell."
Beckett takes away Cassell looked confused, leaving the three of them looking at each other.
"Has my father been arrested?" Although Alexis said this, her little face full of gossip showed no sign of worry for her father.
"It seems like he was just assisting in the investigation. There may be some clues related to him in this case." Hannah touched Alexis' little head and comforted her.
"Are you interested in watching how your father was interrogated?" Jack said with a bad smile. The main owner of the reception was taken away. There is nothing interesting here, so why not Go read the gossip.
Alexis's eyes widened, "Is it really possible?"
Hannah's eyes also flashed with the flames of gossip, "Of course, the person standing in front of you is Two FBI. "
Unlike Danny Regan, a senior detective affiliated with the NYPD's Major Crime Division, Beckett is just an ordinary police detective in the 12th Precinct of New York City.
In fact, what even Jack didn't know was that in his previous life, the NYPD's 12th Precinct did not exist, or had been abolished, and the original 12th Precinct office was changed to the NYPD Museum.
Therefore, the XX Precinct mentioned in many TV dramas or movies about the NYPD are all canceled units like the 12th Precinct.
Of course, in this world, that is another matter. Whether it is the 12th or 15th Precinct, or the 22nd Precinct, they are all real now.
Superintendent Roy Montgomery, the director of the 12th Precinct, was Beckett’s immediate boss. He was a middle-aged black man with a serious face. When he heard about the two FBI’s intentions, he didn’t take it too seriously and casually called over a man who was passing by. The police officer took them to the interrogation room.
Whether it is NYPD or LAPD, the layout of the interrogation room is similar. One room is separated by soundproof one-way glass, and the conversation here can be clearly heard through the loudspeaker in the monitoring room at the other end.
Because the three of them arrived at the police station right after Cassel and Beckett, when they slipped into the surveillance room and sent away the equally curious police officer, the conversation next door had just begun.
I feel a little unwell today and have diarrhea. I slept a little longer. This chapter is a bit late, sorry.
(End of this chapter)