Chapter 942 Numbers again
The big guy obviously ignored that not everyone has the big heart of retired veterans like them, and takes life and death as a matter of course.
Nigley and Dixon comforted Milena for a long time before she stopped sobbing. O'Donnell asked before the big man who was still trying to explain anything could speak.
"We want to find out the real culprit behind the scenes, so we came to ask for your help. Do you know that Sanchez and Orozco have recently been in contact with Calvin Franz or Tony Swan?"
"Yes, Franz was here a few weeks ago, in this bar. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Everyone was very happy. I even took pictures of them."
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Milena wiped away her tears with her fingers, hurriedly took out her phone and opened the photo album. In the photo, Franz was sitting in the middle, with Sanchez and Orozco holding his shoulders. All three of them had smiles on their faces as they reunited after a long absence.
The girl continued, "Sanchez said they were working together to solve a case."
"What case?" Jack asked quickly.
“He didn’t tell me.” Milena shook her head and looked at the photos on her phone with amusement, her eyes unable to stop the tears from flowing out.
"Where's Swann? He hasn't been here?" Jack continued to ask.
Milena still shook her head, looking away from the phone screen, "He didn't come to Atlantic City, but I heard them mention his name. I'm sorry, I only know you through Sanchez's introduction and photos. You have never found Fran. "What happened to them?"
Even Reacher didn't say anything at this time. Seeing everyone's strange expressions, the girl suddenly understood everything, "God, what happened to them?"
Dixon? Holding her hand, "My dear, we are looking for you just to find out the real murderer. We need your help. Think carefully and tell us everything you remember."
Milena covered her face and was completely panicked. At this time, the black bartender who had been paying attention to the situation here brought a bottle of tequila, "Guys, I think you need this."
Meet Jack When he had to take out his wallet again, the black bartender took away the tray and said, "I invited this. Sanchez and Orozco are also our friends."
With the strong drink in her throat, Milena's mood finally stabilized a little, "I'm not sure if this is useful, but the last time I saw Jose (Sanchez), he was sitting on the stool over there.
< br>I remember he answered a phone call, it should be a very important one. "
"Did you hear anything?" Reacher bent slightly and asked in a low voice.
“I remember he recited two numbers repeatedly, and then showed a very surprised or worried expression, I’m not sure. Then he said he had something to leave, but there has been no news since then. Milena spoke faster and faster, and her emotions became excited again.
"What number?" Dixon asked hurriedly.
"Yes, of course, he said, '650, 100,000 each', I don't know what it means."
After the girl finished speaking, the tears in her eyes flowed down again, but this time she He didn't care about wiping, but looked at everyone with hope, hoping that the information he provided would be helpful.
"Are you sure it's these two numbers?" Lei Che stared into her eyes with the same gaze.
"Of course!" Milena repeated the two numbers again in a very firm tone, also looking directly at Rachel, "You will forget the last words the person you love said to you. ”
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After leaving the bar, it was already dark and everyone was exhausted. Dixon made a small fortune today and opened a presidential suite in a star-rated hotel that could accommodate everyone.
"We can just find a small hotel." Rachel looked a little awkward looking at the luxurious suite, and felt uncomfortable all over.
"The other party should not dare to attack directly in such a public place, and the casino and hotel have their own security. I don't want to have to fight with the chasing killer again, at least until I wake up."< br>
O'Donnell yawned lazily, found a room by himself and went to bed. "If you really can't adapt, I can ask the hotel to bring you a park bench." Nigli mocked her old boss before closing the door, as if this had become a kind of fun for her.
Jack gestured to Dixon on his chest, telling her not to forget to take care of the wound, then took out his laptop and went back to the room.
He still has a lot of things to deal with before going to bed. The investigation in New York has already taken shape, and he needs to synchronize the progress of both parties.
After dealing with all this, it was already dark, and the noise next door finally ended. It should be that Reacher, who was called into the room to help treat the wound, was tricked into bed by Dixon.
Exercise is one of the best ways to release stress, and exercise in bed is also exercise.
After taking off his disguise, Jack took a shower and went straight to bed. He didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning and called room service. When the waiter brought him lunch, others got up one after another.
"Shit, who are you?" O'Donnell, who was still yawning, opened the door and saw Jack sitting in the living room eating lunch, and subconsciously took out his thumb.
Jack was also stunned for a moment, thinking, does this person have some kind of amnesia? It wasn't until he subconsciously touched his face that he realized that the prosthesis used to disguise his mouth was not installed, and his mustache was not attached.
"It's me, Jack. It seems that my disguise yesterday was quite successful." He couldn't help but feel a little proud.
O'Donnell's eyes widened, and he maintained a shocked expression for a long time, "Jack? How old are you?"
Jack's tender face and his daily words and deeds are actually He was somewhat disconnected. People who had been with him for a long time might not feel this way, but O'Donnell's first impression of him was the square-chin mustache last night.
But at this moment, not only was there no disguise on his face, he was also not wearing formal clothes. He was wearing a T-shirt for sleeping. At first glance, he looked like a big boy who had just entered college. The contrast was really big.
"Almost thirty." Jack said casually, not wanting to hurt the old man's self-esteem too much. At this time, Nigli, who heard the noise, also opened the door and left the room, also looking like he had not slept well.
"I need a large cup of strong black coffee, please." She waved listlessly to O'Donnell, who was tinkering with the coffee machine in the water bar.
"If you are hungry, you can try the seafood set meal here. The lobster meat is very fresh."
Jack, who was enjoying his meal, suggested that at this time, the door of a suite next to him also opened. A refreshing Dixon walked out first, followed by a slightly sluggish Reacher.
The former was as happy as a little girl who had fulfilled her wish. She smiled and greeted everyone, "Hi, good morning, uh, maybe noon, we need to talk about last night."
"Everyone in the hotel knows what happened last night." O'Donnell pointed to the dark circles under his eyes with a sad look on his face and handed a cup of coffee to Nigli.
European and American girls never shy away from this kind of thing, but Dixon still put all the responsibility on Reacher without any responsibility, "I just said you were making too much noise."
< br> Lei Che smiled naively, very conscious of taking the blame, "Dixon means that we should summarize the current clues."
"The clues are all here, see for yourself." Jack said The computer in front of him was pushed towards them. On it was the mind map that Alice had just made.
This thing is an electronically upgraded version of the evidence board, and it looks similar. The identity of Scarface, who died at Jack's hands last night, has been confirmed, and his photo has been hung up. Trevor Salopian, a New Yorker.
(End of this chapter)