It didn't take long for the footsteps outside to come again, from far and near, and finally stopped at the door of this small conference room, and the next second, the door was opened, and a black face of Finlay poked in.

"Tell me, is that 'Hulk' the murderer, and why are you investigating him?"

He cautiously closed the door, looking agitated but had to deliberately lower his voice.

"I'm an investigator with the IRS, the murder is out of my purview, and I'm approaching him because of another, more important case."

Jack had a mysterious smile on his face, no comment.

"What could be more important than a murder? Do you know how many years this town hasn't had a murder? ”

Seeing that Jack was indifferent, and that he was clearly unwilling to say anything, Finlay's face darkened.

"It's just a corpse for you, and I'm looking for the bones hidden beneath the calm waters."

Jack got up suddenly, although he didn't have the big guy of Raycher, but compared to the black detective who was only in his early sevens, he could still steadily overpower a head in momentum.

"You may have verified my identity, but you should understand that our trust in each other is still very limited, and even if I tell you now, you won't believe it."

Somewhat startled by Jack's sudden serious tone, Finley's breath couldn't help but stagnate, and he stared at the other party's eyes for a while, as if judging whether the guy from the IRS in front of him was bluffing himself.

In the end, he was dejected to find that he couldn't even convince himself, he had been in this town for a while, no matter how much he lied to himself, he didn't care about the relationship between colleagues, but something was faintly wrong told him that this guy in front of him was definitely not alarmist.

"Can you tell me, then, what the words and phone number on this note mean? This is what we found in the shoes of the deceased. ”

As he spoke, Metlay pulled out a bag of evidence, on which was a small note with the words 'PLURIBUS' and a string of numbers.

Of course, Jack knew that if the original plot was followed, the police would have found two bodies near that overpass, and one was Raycher's brother, Joey Raycher, and this note was hidden in Joey's shoes.

Last night, the Wolf brothers followed Joey as he was told, when he was in contact with the deceased, and suddenly he was attacked by unknown people, and the deceased was killed on the spot, and Joey was also seriously injured.

If there is no accident involved, Joey will stuff the important clue he has obtained into his shoes before he dies, that is, this note, but when he is desperately saved by the Wolf brothers, the note naturally ends up in Braxton's hands, and then it is handed over to Jack.

So early this morning, while it was still dark, Jack rushed to Margrave and, according to Braxton's description, found the scene of the crime.

Not only did he stuff the note into the deceased's shoes, but he was also worried that the body would not be found, so he kicked open some of the cardboard boxes that covered it, and then went to the restaurant at noon and waited, until a big guy appeared outside the restaurant, and he was secretly relieved.

If this world had a will, it would have been moved by how hard he worked to maintain the original plot line, after all, only the number on the note could lead to the key witness who exposed the truth about the Kleiner Foundation's crimes.

The word 'PLURIBUS' translates into Chinese as "unity", and Joey means that after gathering all the clues, he found the key person who could reveal the mystery - the owner of this phone number.

So Jack replied very naturally: "I don't know, but why don't you just check the ownership of this number?" ”

There was a hint of helplessness in Finlay's tone, "Private phone companies are more bureaucratic than the police system, and we're still waiting for a reply. ”

Jack shrugged, "This IRS can't help either, but I have a hunch that the owner of this number may be important." ”

Feeling that the guy in front of him was talking nonsense again, Finlay didn't bother to ask more, and waved his hand, "I'll arrange for you two Jacks to be locked up together, but that homeless man is not very suspicious, and he may have to be released early tomorrow morning." ”

"No problem, that fake wanted warrant will be revoked tomorrow morning, but I can give you a piece of advice." Jack said.

"What advice?"

"Don't judge a person by stereotypes, that Raicher would be a good helper, I suggest you dig into his resume, sometimes it's not a bad thing to admit that a person is better than you."

Jack smiled and uttered a piercing word.

The black detective was silent for a long time before nodding with difficulty, "I do hate him, but I will consider your suggestion." ”

The so-called detention room was actually in the corner of the office area of the police station, a single room surrounded by steel bars, and Finlay opened the cell door, and Reicher, who was sitting inside, heard the voice and looked up at the two of them.

"Aha, meet again." Jack said hello to Raicher again.

Reicher ignored him, just frowned.

Jack didn't give up and continued to try to strike up a conversation, "How's the peach pie at that restaurant?" It's as delicious as I said, isn't it? I dare say it's the best peach pie in Georgia. ”

Reicher frowned and looked at him for a long time before replying, "They rushed in and arrested me before I was about to take my first bite." ”

"Well, that's a shame." Jack shrugged.

One sentence killed the conversation, and Jack didn't want to be too enthusiastic to arouse the suspicion of the other party, so the silence lasted for a long time.

After about two or three hours, the good-looking female police officer brought over a cup of coffee and handed it to Raiccher.

"It's been a long time since you've been here, and I think you might need something to refresh yourself."

"Thank you." Raicher stood up, walked over to the railing and took his coffee, smiling gratefully.

Jack jerked his head up and looked at the female police officer, although he had already eaten and drunk enough in the restaurant, and even drank three cups of coffee in a row, but he was not outnumbered but uneven, why only give it to Racher.

The delicate female police officer glared at him, saw that he smiled with eight shining teeth, a handsome face with two shallow dimples, glanced at him angrily, turned around and poured another glass, but he didn't put a single candy, and handed it over directly.

Jack walked over to Reicher and took a sip of his hand, almost dying, returning to his seat with the cup in his wilted hands.

"I guess you like black coffee." The female officer said to Reicher, who was still standing by the fence and didn't leave.

"How did you guess?" Raicher took a sip of his coffee.

"You don't like to be fancy, creamer and sugar are bells and whistles." The female officer replied.

"So you think I'm innocent?" Reicher asked.

"Why do you say that?" The female police officer smiled a little springily.

"Because I don't think you're going to bring coffee to the guilty."

Jack on the side, "??? ”

Sure enough, the female police officer pointed at him, "Didn't I bring him coffee to the fraudster over there who specializes in targeting elderly women?" ”

I'm so angry, you guys and men flirt with dogs, do you want to lie down when I eat a melon on the side?

Reicher seemed a little surprised, and glanced sideways at Jack, who was looking innocent, "So, he's really not one of yours?" ”

Jack finally couldn't help but speak, "Are you stupid, do you think there are still extra pictures hanging on that wall?" If I hadn't been in a hurry, I might still be eating crayfish in Pelican State today. ”

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