Chapter 692 Abnormal Released from Prison
The two chatted for a while, and Jack stood up to leave. At this time, Frank's female secretary Baker just knocked on the door and came in, holding five or six large dictionaries in her hands with great difficulty. thick document.
“This is the material you want, Director.”
Jack stepped forward to help take it like a gentleman and put it on the table.
Baker thanked in a low voice and did not leave after putting down the materials. Instead, he stood at the table and said respectfully, "These are memos from the Appropriations Committee of the Public Safety Committee."
"Politicians like to talk but we prefer to use our hands. When someone accuses us of why we don't use some old-fashioned police tactics, we might as well follow her advice."
Frank smiled slightly at Jack, and then The sofa made an invitation gesture to Baker, "Sit down, Baker, we are very busy today."
"Do you need me to inform Ms. Moge?" Jack's mouth twitched and he almost couldn't hold it back. , who said it’s never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, Frank couldn’t even wait for a long time.
"If necessary, I will contact her personally. Thank you Jack." Frank picked up his reading glasses from the table and put them on, sat opposite his secretary, picked up a thick memo and read through it stand up.
After leaving the New York Police Department headquarters, Jack went directly back to the office and asked someone to help retrieve the information on Dick Reed. He studied it until late at night and roughly completed a profile.
Early the next morning, the Dodge Hellcat was parked on Bowery Street near Chinatown in southern Manhattan. Jack lowered the window and waved to Danny, who was shivering from the cold on the roadside.
Not far away from him was a group of people, including reporters and ordinary people. Even the cold wind in winter could not extinguish their enthusiasm. They all looked excited as if they were expecting something.
"Thank God, you saved my life again. The air conditioner in my car actually broke again." He sat in the passenger seat and raised the window. The warm air conditioner and steaming coffee in the car made Dan happy. Ni finally recovered.
“I had a hard time sending that birdie Dick to prison, but in the end, because of the mess in the judicial process, I got this bastard released again. I really can’t understand it.”
In response to his complaints, Jack could only smile back, "You should really thank God. Fortunately, it's just cotton swab contamination. If there was something wrong with the testing equipment as you said, more than that would be released."
"So this is still my fault?" Danny was speechless. Is Crow Mouth also guilty?
"This is the psychological profile I finished yesterday, do you want to take a look?" Jack took out a stack of manuscript paper, which was densely packed with quotations like a thesis, making Danny's eyes roll with mosquito coils.
"Just tell me the conclusion." A certain student hid in the direction of the car door with great resistance.
“Actually, this is also a draft of a paper written to my dear, uh, to my professor.” Jack almost yelled. It’s been a long time since he saw Maureen and Zoe. It seems that New York is not far from Washington, DC. , you can go visit them later while they are there.
“The conclusion is that as soon as this pervert is released, he can’t wait to continue committing crimes. He is almost exhausted.”
These words made Danny couldn't help but squint his neck and look at people sideways, "That's it? I know this conclusion with my butt. If you waste paper, you will be scolded 'Howdareyou!' by some European little girl."
"Haha." Jack said he didn't care about being like a scumbag, and turned to look out the window, "The prison bus is coming."
Danny followed his line of sight and looked towards the road. The bus painted in blue and white with iron bars on the windows slowly turned around the corner, "The bad bus."
He muttered, opened the door again and got out, and the remaining coffee in his hand was covered with He drank it in one gulp and threw the crushed paper cup into the trash can on the roadside.
Jack also got out of the car. Four prisoners in Manhattan will be released due to insufficient evidence due to the contaminated cotton swab incident. Except for a few tabloid reporters and some family members of prisoners, most of the people here are looking for Here comes serial rapist and murderer Dick Reed.
As always, in this empty world of hell, serial killers have always had their own fans and admirers. They will set up websites for these people, send letters and gifts to prisons, and gather on the roadside to welcome them like now. Idol released from prison. "It's amazing, these sick-brained guys and perverts always seem to be attracted to each other."
Danny muttered a few curse words and looked back at Jack, "Why don't you come along? "What are you going to do? Go over and say a few harsh words. Unless you need me to stand by your side to prevent you from losing your job, I choose to watch from the side."
Jack immediately refused. Although there were not many people at the scene, and there were only about a dozen fans of the serial killers in total, it could be seen that these people were very excited and shouted slogans to express their support.
"I'm with you, Dick!"
"Those bitches deserve it!"
"It's all God's will!"
As the bus door opens , when a somewhat handsome young man stepped out of the car as if he were a star and waved to everyone on the street, the atmosphere reached a climax in an instant.
The scene in front of him reminded Jack of the crazy fans who cried and screamed in his previous life and chased celebrities. He had strong stress emotions towards this abstract group of humanoid creatures and wished he could tie them all up. Musk’s stainless steel fireworks are the kind that shoot out into the atmosphere.
"Look at these fanatical fans, what's going on in the world?" Danny shook his head helplessly and sighed as he saw two typical losers, both in appearance and dress, taking a photo with Dick Reed.
“Aren’t you going to go up and say a few words?” Jack squinted at him.
“Forget it, I just took a shower when I went out in the morning.” Danny shook his head to express that he didn’t want to get into trouble. He stood on the roadside and waved. A plainclothes police car drove over with two people sitting in it. The police detective looked a few years younger than him, but his hair was just as sparse.
"Hey, follow that boy from the beach and keep an eye on him no matter where he goes. Do you understand?"
"No problem." The police detective in the passenger seat nodded repeatedly. He made a phone gesture, indicating that he would report at any time, and then the plainclothes police car started and followed the taxi that Dick Reed had just taken.
"Then I'm leaving. Your dad also assigned me a job." Jack returned to the car. He came here just to see Dick Reed's appearance with his own eyes to prevent any discrepancy with the photo. Seeing Danny at this moment Arrangements have been made, and it's time for him to fulfill his duties as a bodyguard.
"Take me back to the police station on the way." Danny shyly got into the passenger seat of the Hellcat again.
“.” Jack was speechless to this guy, “What about the car you drove here?”
“I’ll find someone to tow it away later, I don’t want the car to freeze to death.” Danny rubbed his hands against the air conditioner vent, looking like he was freezing.
Jack could only shrug at this. It had just reached zero, and the humidity in New York in winter was not very high, so it did not reach the level of magical attacks. These New Yorkers were obviously being attacked non-stop. Spoiled for room heating.
After sending Danny back to the police station, Jack called Hannah in the parking lot and wanted to ask her when the case at hand would be solved and he would come back to work as Eileen's bodyguard for a few days.
In his opinion, it is better to protect Irene than to keep an eye on Dick Reed to prevent this beast from continuing to commit crimes. The serial killer who can make Jack write a paper for him is obviously not a simple person.
(End of this chapter)