Chapter 1201 Conversation in the Backyard (Part 1)
Seeing the dejected looks of the four guys in front of him, Jack stood up, collected the dishes in front of them, and drove them to the backyard.
Today the temperature has exceeded 30 degrees Celsius during the day, but it is not bad at night. The small building where the wanted criminal group is located is not far from the seaside, and the night breeze is still slightly cool.
The old Mexican gardener has maintained the backyard well. The peppers and cherry tomatoes are all red, the water spinach has just been harvested, the eggplants have also grown, and the cucumbers and loofahs on the shelves are all bright green.
He picked a few cucumbers, rinsed them briefly with water, and gave two to each of them, plus a plate of sea salt mixed with peanuts. Jack set up a small table in the courtyard, and finally took out a can of Sea Blue soaked in prunes.
"OK, keep talking, what happened next?"
Cassel saw that the ceramic wine cup he had set out was small and very cute. When it was filled, it only had more than ten milliliters (three money cup). He picked up the cup out of curiosity and drank it down in one gulp.
After being choked and grimacing for a while, he imitated Jack and let out a long breath of alcohol before continuing to tell what happened next.
It was almost half a year ago that Beckett shot Dick Cunanan. At that time, New York newspapers also reported on a story about a brave female detective who shot a criminal who tried to escape from the police station.
However, about three weeks ago, when Jack was dealing with the Alcatraz VX agent bomb incident in San Francisco on the West Coast, Beckett suddenly received a mysterious phone call one day.
On the other side of the phone was a man with an old voice. He asked her to meet at a cafe on Fourth Street and said he wanted to talk to her about her mother's case.
"Then you were very obedient and followed his request, only taking Cassel with you to the cafe?"
Jack looked at the listless Beckett with a reproach in his tone. The information on this case was also among the documents Cassel had sent him before.
At this time, Beckett no longer had the high-spirited New York City beauty she once had. Her brown hair was messy, and her beautiful eyes were swollen into two walnuts.
Kevin and Esposito on the side were drinking with their heads down. After hearing these words, they couldn't help but raise their heads and open their mouths, as if they wanted to defend their boss.
But then both of them realized that Jack was not their superior, and this was not the site of a questioning meeting, so they lowered their heads again.
Both of them had bruises on their faces, especially Esposito, who had a strong build. There was also a circle of deep bruises on his neck.
Waiting for Cassel and Beckett in the cafe is a retired NYPD detective named John LaGrand, who was also the person in charge of the murder case of Beckett's mother.
John Ragland said that he had just learned from the doctor that he had advanced lymphoma and that he had at most six months to live, so he wanted to tell Beckett the truth before he died.
More than a decade ago, Beckett's mother, Johanna Beckett, a civil rights attorney, was found dead in a dark alley with multiple fatal stab wounds.
At the time, John LaGrand was a detective in the NYPD's homicide unit, responsible for handling the homicide case, but in the end, due to the request of some people, it was classified as a gang violence case.
For years, especially since Beckett gave up being a lawyer, joined the police academy, and became an NYPD officer, Beckett has been secretly working on the investigation into her mother's death. Because three more people were murdered one after another, including two of her mother's colleagues and a court clerk. However, after Beckett tracked down four people who were suspected of being murdered because of a judicial case, all the clues were completely interrupted.
Beckett's mother applied for access to a court document before she was killed, but the disappearance of that key document put all the efforts of the female detective in vain.
The appearance of John Ragland was the key. According to his confession, the matter started with an old case nineteen years ago. However, before he could tell the truth, a bullet from across the street hit him. Chest.
"But until then, you still had no idea of notifying me of this case?" Jack looked at the three NYPD and writers in front of him with a somewhat evil look in his eyes.
The FBI has the right to directly intervene in sniper murder cases like serial killer cases. What's more, with Jack's current relationship with the NYPD, even if he wants to personally investigate a street bag theft case, no one will come forward with jurisdiction over the case. thing.
"I suggested asking you for help directly, but because the deceased was a retired NYPD detective, and your whereabouts were unknown at that time, so..." Cassel's voice became softer as he spoke.
Jack didn't intend to argue with them on this matter, but looked at the Huobao duo, "Then you two found out that the shooter was a professional killer named Hal Lockwood. When you went to arrest him, But he was captured alive by the opponent because of a shock bomb? ”
Kevin looked shameless, while Esposito touched the marks on his neck with lingering fear, "Yes, luckily Beckett and Cassel arrived in time and were able to capture Hal Lockwood alive. .”
Jack pursed his lips and scrolled through the scene report on his phone, then put down his phone and clapped softly.
"There are four people on the other side, including Hal Lockwood, all of whom are professional gunmen, equipped with automatic firepower such as submachine guns and assault rifles.
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And our brave Detective Beckett held up a small Glock pistol, led the unarmed writer in and finally captured him alive. It was really amazing! ”
Apparently hearing the sarcasm in Jack's tone, Beckett's beautiful face almost turned the color of liver, and even her earlobes turned red.
Feeling that the heat was almost over, Jack did not continue to struggle with this matter, but looked at the Living Treasures duo again, "You didn't explain in the report why Hal Lockwood tortured you, so why did he capture him alive instead of Kill you directly?”
The two looked at each other, and Kevin replied, "He said the employer behind the scenes wanted to know how far we had gone in the investigation."
"So where did your investigation go at that time?" Jack gave the four of them another round of drinks.
Cassell continued, "Approximately nineteen years ago, officers John LaGrand and Gary McCallister, then members of the NYPD Mobile Patrol Unit, were members of the Blue Templars, an internal gang within the NYPD. A member.”
"Wait a minute, are you sure you mean 'Blue Templar'?" Jack asked in surprise.
The last time I heard this name was nearly two years ago (Chapter 637). Not long after he arrived in New York, he assisted Frank Regan in completing an internal cleanup, uprooting the conspiracy hidden within the NYPD. Police gang.
(End of chapter)