Chapter 1179 The murderer calls (Part 1)
The phone continued to ring, and Jack had dialed Alice's cell phone to ask her to track the call immediately.
However, before Jiejie picked up the phone, the automatic answering machine connected. After a beep, a soft female voice rang, "Jack, I know you are there, answer the phone."
Everyone looked at someone in unison. Just when Jack suspected that this might be some kind of coincidence, the voice said his full name very firmly, "Jack Tavole, no doubt, it's you. Take the phone." Get up.”
"Although we notified the security company about the security device on the door lock, the other party probably knew someone had entered our home through the mobile APP or computer."
Aubrey's statement could explain the appropriate timing of the call, but the question in everyone's mind was, why could she call out Jack's full name?
In the flash of lightning, there was not much time left for everyone to think. Jack handed his cell phone to Hannah, made a countdown to 321 gesture to the others, and then pressed the hands-free button.
"Hello, who are you?"
"I thought I could count on you, Jack." When she spoke again, the woman lost her previous slightly provocative tone and was instead a little sad?
"What do you expect from me? Find you or make all this public?" Jack felt that the other party's voice was familiar. Although the phone would cause distortion, he had definitely heard this voice not long ago.
The other party did not answer Jack's question directly, but said to himself, "Please forgive me for searching your name on the Internet without authorization. To be honest, there is not much information. This surprised me at your youth and low profile. < br>
I'm curious what you did to deserve a distinguished Presidential Medal of Freedom, which I know you haven't received yet, but your name is on the list released by the White House. ”
Jack's mind was racing with thoughts, imagining various possibilities, and he said modestly, "I'm just doing my duty faithfully. It's an honor for me to get the attention of a lady like you."
"I once thought you were a hero, Jack, an upright knight." The woman still said in a slightly sad tone.
"Especially this morning, I saw you on TV, at the press conference about the shooting last night. For a moment, I thought there might actually be good people in this world."
When he heard the other person say the last few words, he even got a little choked up. An idea flashed in Jack's mind. He already guessed the reason why the other person said that, but he deliberately steered the topic to the other side.
"So you feel that I let you down because you discovered that I, like other men in your life, cheated on my wife behind his back, or mistreated my ex-wife and children, so I need to be punished?"
The woman on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, seemingly surprised, but she didn't seem to care that much. She chuckled and said, "So you are also such a person?"
"Of course not. I'm not married yet and I don't have children. Single life is so wonderful. There's no reason for me to give up so early, right?"
Faced with the slightly complicated looks in Hannah and Jie Jie's eyes, as well as the expressions of others who were watching the show, Jack tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty and said that he was doing this to deceive the suspect and delay time.
"So you must have had many girlfriends? Did you pay each other for that kind of thing?" the woman continued to ask.
This question was a bit insulting to Jack, "Do you think I'm that kind of person? I admit that I have had, um, many special female friends, but our relationship does not involve money."
Although he felt a little inexplicably guilty in the middle of the sentence, the last sentence was quite justified.
"So you are not the kind of man who would date me. No wonder you rejected me at that time." This inexplicable emotion suddenly made Jack realize, and he knew who the other party was. Next to her, Hannah's beautiful eyes widened, and she looked like she wanted to accuse him, but she was afraid of alarming the suspect and didn't dare to speak out.
Jack made a silent and listening gesture, and almost everyone moved closer to the phone, and then clearly heard a man's frightened murmur coming from inside, as if someone had blocked his mouth.
While raising his hand to signal Aubrey to continue urging Alice to speed up the progress, Jack asked cautiously, "What kind of person do you think I am?"
"A bitch like me!" The other party's answer was somewhat unexpected.
Jack smiled instead of getting angry, "How do you say it?"
“Some people can call you over and ask you to help wipe your butt with just one phone call. Maybe you are really capable, but in the face of those powerful people, you can only beg for mercy, hoping that they can leak a little bit of leftovers from their fingers. .”
The other party seemed to have misunderstood something, but before Jack could answer, Aubrey lit up the phone screen in front of him, which showed the identity of the owner of the caller's phone number.
Trant Raab, 48, is a Texas rancher. He was a lucky man who made a fortune when he was young because oil was discovered under the ranch his parents left him.
Although Jack did not have Rhett's terrifying reading speed, he was still far faster than ordinary people. He read the information almost at a glance and then frowned.
Trant Raab in the information has no children and is very loving with his wife. Unfortunately, his wife died of cancer a year ago and he has been single ever since.
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Although the information Alice sent was a bit rough, it was obvious that Trant Raab was not the kind of scumbag rich man that the suspect hated.
Was their previous profile wrong, their speculation about the motive wrong, or did the suspect change her target?
However, before Jack could think about it, a woman's suspicious voice came from the other side of the phone, "Jack? Are you still there?"
"Of course." Jack quickly replied, "I'm just a little shocked that I have such an image in my mind, but I can't prove it, and I believe you won't want to hear my detailed explanation of why I came to Dallas to participate in your case.
Because no matter what, I let you down, right? ”
"Go on." The woman sighed.
"You want to let the world see the shameless faces of certain people and make certain things public. Originally, my investigation may have played into your hands and let all the truth come to light.
But there's no movement in the media these days, and that pisses you off, doesn't it? ”
A woman's sobs came again from the other side of the phone, and at the same time, the FBI more clearly heard a man's frightened gasping and grunting.
A moment later, accompanied by the click of the pistol hammer being cocked, the woman's voice became cold and cold, "Have I ever said you are smart? Agent Tavole, but do you dare to admit that you are really just here to investigate the case?" ”
(End of chapter)