Chapter 929 Visit
Before Jack traveled through time, "Jack Reacher" had only aired its first season, but he knew that if there was a second season, the scene would definitely not be too small.
Although this guy Reacher is not as ready to poke holes in the sky as the old guys from "R.E.D.", he knows with his ass that the villain he faces this time will definitely... It's a lot better than Kleiner Industries in Margrave Town.
After all, only when the opponents become stronger and the scenes become bigger and bigger will the audience have a sense of expectation. Although most American dramas cannot escape the vicious cycle of getting worse as they are filmed.
What Jack is worried about is not that the plot is too bad, nor that the opponent is too strong, but that Reacher will kill him too hard and leave a mess that is difficult to clean up.
Even though Reacher's expression was always calm after learning about Franz's death, this guy has always been like this, including when killing people.
After all, New York can be considered his own territory now. Before he can figure out the scope of this case, Jack has to follow this guy even if he is disguised.
"So what are you going to do next?" Seeing that he had finished flipping through all the information, Jack asked slightly unclearly.
Rachel frowned and looked at Jack's swollen cheeks, seemingly confused, "Are you going to pretend to be a scammer again?"
Jack glared angrily. He glanced at him and said, "If you don't mind living in my office and hearing about the progress of the case every day, I also don't mind having my team take charge of this case. I have full confidence in the abilities of my team members.
Or maybe you are willing to follow me in handling cases as a civilian consultant and follow my instructions. "
Lei Che had a constipated expression on his face and shook his head with difficulty, "That's better forget it. "
Three hours later, the Gulfstream business jet landed. Jack drove his Hellcat and took Reacher straight to the city.
"The license plate of this car will not give you away. FBI status? "Reacher glanced at the switch of the hidden police light, then knocked on the bulletproof car window and asked casually.
"The license plate has been changed. Now I am a private detective named Jack Lane. Even if the CIA comes to investigate, the result will be the same. "Jack returned a warning look.
"Don't take advantage of this car. It's a government asset. If you want a car, I'll rent you another one." He usually drives this Hellcat in New York more than the Firebird, and he has already become emotionally attached to it.
"Then where are we going now?" Reacher changed the subject.
"Of course, to meet Franz's widow." Jack replied somewhat strangely.
"Franz is married?" Reacher sounded a little surprised.
Jack was very surprised, "You ask me? Isn't he your friend? Franz's personal information shows that he also has a son."
"We just haven't been in touch for a long time." Reacher explained awkwardly.
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“Are you the big guy?” When the woman with tears on her face heard Reacher announcing her home, she blurted out, “God, Calvin pointed to the photo countless times. I have told the stories of each of you."
Jack glanced at the somewhat depressed man and took the initiative to adjust the atmosphere, "Angela, can we go in and have a chat? ?”
“Ah! Of course.” Mrs. Franz quickly stepped aside and invited the two people into the room.
The room was a bit messy, with various children's toys and books piled on the sofa, coffee table and even on the floor. A five or six-year-old boy was holding a stuffed toy and watching cartoons on TV.
"McGee, can you go find your crayons and play coloring games on the table for a while?" Mrs. Franz picked up the TV remote control and turned off the TV, coaxed her son into the dining room, and said He pointed at the sofa in the living room and motioned to the two of them to please.
"Sorry, the house is a bit messy, but I really don't have the energy to sort it out. My sister calls me every hour to prevent me from thinking about suicide."
"I believe you She is a strong lady." Jack glanced at the girl sitting at the table. The little boy on the table in the hall said, "Your son is very much like your husband."
Mrs. Franz does not look very old, a white woman in her early 30s, with soft facial features, and she looks very attractive when dressed up. She is a beautiful woman who is pleasing to the eye, but at this moment, her face is naked, and the bags under her eyes are frighteningly red and swollen.
"Sorry, have you ever been a member of Team 110? How old are you?" Mrs. Franz asked hesitantly, perhaps because she felt that Jack was unfamiliar. Jack smiled and took out a business card he had prepared in advance, "I am a private detective and a friend of this big guy. I was entrusted by him to investigate the cause of Franz's death."
< br>Retcher seemed very uncomfortable with this atmosphere and simply went straight to the point, "I know the police may have asked you countless questions, but could you please help me sort out what happened in chronological order?"
< br>"Of course." Mrs. Franz's eyes turned red instantly and she choked, "I took Mikey to the countryside before to help my sister take care of my mother. She has early-onset Alzheimer's disease. During I tried several times to contact Calvin, but he didn't call back.
That wasn't his style, so I started to worry and called the NYPD, who said he might be handling a commission, after all. Wen's career is also a private detective
Or maybe he went to a party. After all, his wife and children were away, and he took the opportunity to enjoy the happiness of a middle-aged man. "
"So you think so too? Secretly going out to have fun with your fair-weather friends while you were away? Reacher asked with a frown.
Mrs. Franz wiped away her tears and answered with a firm tone, "Calvin would call me even if he was ten minutes late for dinner, and he would never go out to have fun behind my back." Have fun.
So I was very worried and went home early, only to find that my house had been rummaged through, but nothing was missing. The NYPD came to check, but found nothing. "
Jack recorded this information in a small notebook and asked, "Do you know what case he took over recently? ”
Mrs. Franz shook her head, "Calvin never brings work home. He said that when he is at home, he hopes to spend 100% of his energy on Mikey and I."
Seeing her talking, Seeming that his mood was about to collapse again, Jack quickly interrupted with a smile, "This is the most unpretentious and touching love story I have ever heard."
This sentence made Mrs. Franz burst into tears with laughter. Keeping wiping his tears, Reacher seemed a little restless in the face of such an atmosphere. This was an occasion that he was very bad at dealing with.
He fumbled and pulled out a few tissues from under the pile of debris on the table and handed them to the other party. The muscles on his cheeks twitched with difficulty, and he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "We need more. The message will be over after a few more questions, I promise.”
Mrs. Franz covered her mouth and whimpered a few times, then nodded and tried to cheer herself up.
"Please describe Franz's recent customer groups. Are there any particularly troublesome ones that put a lot of pressure on him?" Jack then asked.
"No." Mrs. Franz's tone was still very sure, "Ever since Mikey was born, he promised me that he would no longer engage in dangerous jobs. Now the people who are looking for him are all Wall Street guys. , CEO, venture funds and insurance companies.
It doesn’t seem to be the case now. Sorry, I really don’t know too much. Maybe there will be some clues in his office.”
Said. Then she took out a set of keys from a small dish on the fireplace and handed them to Reacher, "The address is 103 Flatbush. The sign on the door is 'Three Rivers Consulting Company.' The police said it was the same as our house. "It was completely destroyed."
Rachel took the key and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say some words of comfort, or some promise.
Mrs. Franz seemed to have indirectly known many of Reacher's deeds from her husband, and took the initiative to say, "Franz always told me that special investigators are not ordinary police officers, and that you are better than the best police officers. "
"Don't mess with the special investigator," the little boy who had been drawing silently in the next room suddenly said.
Jack heard this sentence from Reacher not long ago. Hearing the words, he couldn't help but smile and asked loudly, "Did your father teach you this sentence?"
The little boy nodded timidly to the two of them.
Jack looked at Reacher, indicating that he really should say something.
"He's right." Lei Che held it in for a long time before he said this, and his back looked a little embarrassed when he left.
(End of this chapter)