Just as the big guy was about to step into the fast food restaurant, a young couple who had just finished settling the bill pushed open the door and passed him, followed by the man's rude movements, pushing the girl into the car, and then yelling at her angrily.

Jack could only faintly hear a few words in the store, probably because the man was furious because the girl had overtipped, and the girl was apologizing to the other party in horror.

Racher stopped, expressionless, and looked at the impotent and furious guy in front of him without saying a word, and Jack in the store unhurriedly picked up the coffee cup in his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the show began.

But in the next second, I was stunned to find that the last sip of coffee in the cup had been drunk just now.

Jack frowned, feeling that this ghost place was definitely against him, and the image of the mastermind behind his own wisdom bead always seemed to last three seconds.

Waving to the gray-eyed grandmother, he added 50% more tips to his plate, pushed the door open and walked out of the restaurant.

At this moment, the man in the couple, who had just let out a provocative snarl at Racher, was about to approach him, as if he had suddenly calmed down, or finally realized the disparity between the two physiques, and froze in place.

Raicher stared at each other without saying a word, feeling the air between the two of them freeze, and the man swallowed with difficulty.

"Listen dude, I'm just in a bad mood, it won't happen again."

After speaking, he turned around and opened the passenger car door for his girlfriend, and then drove away quickly.

Jack walked up to Raycher, and the big guy who was half a head taller than him also turned to face the restaurant, and the two looked at each other.

Jack greeted him in a friendly manner: "The peach pie here is good, you must try it." ”

Raicher didn't speak, but smiled and nodded, and strode into the store.

Jack got into the car and checked the location of the local police station, and less than a minute after driving onto the road in the town, two police cars whistled past with their sirens blaring towards the restaurant.

Slightly increasing his speed, he was going to get there before Reicher was caught at the police station.

"Hello, Madam Officer, do you have a detective from Boston? I want to find him. ”

Jack showed an exclusive business smile to the delicate female police officer in front of him, and saw that the other party was in a trance for a while, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and quickly pointed to the office that was simply partitioned behind him, and at the same time turned his head and raised his voice slightly.

"Inspector Finlay, a stranger is looking for you."

A thin black man in a tweed suit, looking to be in his forties, wearing glasses, pushed open the glass-paneled wooden door with almost no soundproofing, and looked at Jack with some confusion.

"Aha, dear cousin, it's been a long time, I miss you so much."

Jack walked forward quickly, hugged the bewildered face, and whispered in his ear, "IRS investigator, is it convenient to talk in private?" ”

Inspector Finlay was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, "Let's go out and talk." ”

After saying that, it was like a reunion of old friends, and he walked out of this small police station with Jack with a smile, and there was a question behind the two of them that the handsome female police officer lowered her voice.

"Why would Inspector Finlay have a white cousin?"

Inspector Finlay made two turns to a clearing behind the police station and looked at Jack with a frown.

"I'm sorry, I need to verify your identity, why did the IRS come to a town like ours, and why did you look for me?"

"Make the above phone number, I believe that with your previous connections in Boston, you can easily determine the authenticity of this number."

Jack handed over a small note with a number written on it, this was the phone number of the old man Ray King, who he had been communicating with for nearly an hour on the way to Margrave.

After giving a general account of what he knew about a crime syndicate that controlled the town, explaining why he was here with Hannah and the Wolf brothers, and promising to notify the IRS at the right time, the old man happily granted him the status of interim investigator.

You know, it's not just the Federal Secret Service that manages counterfeit money cases, the IRS, which is a subordinate of the Treasury Department, also has the authority to intervene, and now that the information has been obtained, as long as you secretly set up a file in advance, and when the time is ripe for Jack to send a message, the IRS can share a share of the credit from the Secret Service, why not.

I believe that Joey Reicher who is still lying in the ICU should not mind.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but I can only answer one of you, why did you look for you, because although you were transferred to this town on your own initiative, you only came to escape the original environment, and you have not been here for a long time, and you have nothing to do with some people or things here."

As the saying goes, although Jack understands the plot and knows that Inspector Finlay is a member of the righteous protagonist group, but his words are unsubstantiated, and he has no evidence at hand, it is better to become a member of the protagonist group through the identity of the IRS, help them uncover a corner of the dark scene, and take a look first.

Inspector Finlay hesitated for a moment, looked at Jack with a serious expression, as if pondering the information revealed in Jack's words, and after a long time, he spoke.

"You know me well?"

"Not at all, but I'm sure we'll get to know each other soon."

Jack told the truth that he didn't remember much about him when he watched the show, probably only this one was a seed of infatuation, because his wife died of illness, and he felt that he had neglected to take care of her because he was busy with work before, so he punished himself and took the initiative to apply for transfer from Boston to this remote town, and nothing else.

Who would be interested in a 40-year-old Heishu millet to have an in-depth understanding, he had to have the kung fu to watch this drama for the second time, and he would only pay attention to a few more seconds when the beautiful female police officer appeared on the scene, uh, maybe three minutes, no more.

"So, what do you need me to do?" Finlay asked.

Jack took out his phone and looked at the time, "In a few minutes, your people will escort back a suspect, no matter what method you use, let me follow him, even if it is locked up, never reveal my identity, and do not arouse the suspicion of the rest of your police station." ”

Finlay gave him a deep look, his eyes full of doubt.

"You know I ordered his arrest because of a murder, right?"

Jack nodded and urged, "I promise you'll find out about this murder, hurry up, I guess your police officer will be back soon." ”

"Okay, then please cooperate."

Metret immediately took out his handcuffs and walked behind him.

"Ah, wait, what charges are you going to lock me up?" Jack asked.

Metrey thought sideways for half a second, "Wanted for fraud, want to come to my cousin?" ”

(End of chapter)