"It's not an authentic paella recipe, but it tastes better than any rice I've ever had in Italy."

Rossi's appearance of eating is also very Italian, not in a hurry, and from time to time he has to take a sip of wine on the side.

Of course, Jack didn't say it explicitly, his fried rice was really nondescript, and the method was authentic gold and silver, but instead of lard, he used butter with a stronger flavor.

And compared to Yangzhou fried rice, the soul ingredients of ham sausage and diced carrot are missing, and the shrimp, ham and some chopped clams and octopus in it are closer to the ingredients of Italian paella.

It's just that Italian food is too similar to Chinese food, and even Rossi doesn't notice anything wrong.

Letting Rosie taste the food slowly, Jack took the information that JJ had just flipped through from the table and sat down in front of Red.

"Tell me about the situation."

There is not much information, and with Red's reading speed, it is estimated that it will take less than three minutes to be included in his genius brain.

Sure enough, Rhett was lying on his back in a comfortable chair, squinting slightly, as if he was still recalling the ice cream cake just now, but he began to talk endlessly.

"Evan Davenport, administrative assistant for the U.S. District of New York, a widowed wife who has received multiple death threats over the past decade and has joined the federal witness protection program three times."

"Sixteen hours ago, from 11 o'clock last night to about 12 o'clock this morning, his daughter Tracy and her boyfriend were abducted on their way home, Tracy's boyfriend was shot in the face and died on the spot, Tracy's whereabouts are unknown."

"As a father, I joined the witness protection program, but my daughter has no one to protect you?" Jack asked.

"Tracy refused protection at the age of 18." JJ replied.

Jack pouted, rebellious and dead adolescence, the norm for old beauties.

Then he flipped through the information again and saw a photo, "Tracy has a sister?" Cheryl? They're just the same. ”

The photo shows two blonde girls who can barely tell each other, wearing exactly the same cheerleading uniform, with a sweet appearance and a youthful atmosphere.

"Yes, they're twins."

Rosie wiped her mouth with a napkin and handed over a photo with a blackmail letter on it.

"You have to follow the following instructions carefully to keep your daughter safe, you have to answer the phone at 8 p.m., you have to write down the instructions, you have to follow them strictly."

After Jack finished reading the letter, Rosie looked at his watch and said.

"We're going to get to Connecticut within nine hours to complete the psychological analysis of the suspect and prepare Evan Davenport for the ransom."

Jack showed the photo of the letter to Red and asked, "Have you done that?" ”

Red nodded, pointing to the strokes of the letters on it compared to the handwriting on the data, as well as a few smudges on the bottom of the letter, "The handwriting on the letter matches Tracy's, she was forced to write it, and here, it was left by salt." ”

"It's her tears." JJ on the side was stunned.

"Tell me about your analysis." Rosie reluctantly drank the last bit of wine at the bottom of the glass and set her eyes on Jack.

"It's interesting to use the words, it's all about how you're going to be, not when I'm going to call, which represents a strong sense of control and the recipient's dissatisfaction, and the most interesting thing is that."

"The ransom letter usually asks for no police to be called in a threatening way, otherwise what would happen, and the letter doesn't say a word, is he expecting the police to be involved or is it provocative?"

Jack frowned, the kidnapper felt weird to him.

"Then hurry up and rest, let's surprise him."

Rossi stood up and was about to clean up the table in front of him, when JJ had already stepped forward and took away the food box on the table, along with the empty wine glass.

"Ah, I'll do it myself." Jack quickly stood up, quickly put away the food box in front of himself and Rhett before the pretty blonde girl could reach out, and then followed her to the wine room at the front of the plane.

When passing by Rosie's side, he also smiled and lip-synced at Rosie, "Lovely girl." ”

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The Gulfstream business jet is known as the fastest civil aircraft, and it only took more than two hours to fly to its destination, but because of the three-hour time difference between the two places, when the plane landed, the sky was already dark.

"Dr. Rhett and I went to Evan Davenport's house first, and JJ you take Jack to the scene and bring back Tracy's sister Cheryl, who is said to have insisted on going to the scene to find out her sister's whereabouts."

After Rossi finished speaking, he took Red into the car, and the local FBI agents who came to pick him up left a black Saab class for them.

Jack drives, and the two of them follow the navigation to the location where Tracy was kidnapped.

"What do you mean by Rosie just by induction? Did I hear the wrong word? JJ asked suspiciously in the passenger seat.

Jack was also a little confused, and after thinking for a moment, he replied, "Could it be the telepathy between twins in the legend?" ”

The doubts of the two were quickly answered, and when they came to their destination, they passed through the isolation zone set up by the local police, and in the middle of the dirt road in front of them lay a petite and sweet-looking little girl, who was the Cheryl in the profile photo.

"What is she doing?" JJ asked the two Federal Department of Justice agents curiously, and it seemed that they were acting as Cheryl's bodyguards.

"Lying on the ground?" The tall male detective stared at the beautiful JJ in a daze, and his brain estimated that it was short-circuited for a while, and he spit out a nonsense sentence directly.

The short female detective next to him rolled her eyes and kindly explained for her stupid partner.

"She's trying to feel her sister's experience."

"You've been watching her lie there?" Jack was a little speechless.

The tall male agent seemed to finally recover from his amazement at JJ's appearance and shrugged his shoulders as if self-deprecating.

"The sisters have been trying to get rid of the bodyguards since they were twelve, and we are content that she is now willing to stay in our sights."

Jack understood what they were saying, and said that he couldn't be too harsh on the two of them for their paddling, so he took a few steps forward and crouched down in front of the girl Cheryl, looking at her.

The appearance of a typical American sweet girl, she is more beautiful than in the photo, and the black eyeliner supports a pair of beautiful eyes bigger, like a character who came out of a comic, which reminds Jack of the lovely daughter of Uncle C's family in "Soul Book Detective".

"No, I'm not crazy." Staring at Jack with a smile, the girl quickly got up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, and her pretty face with a little baby fat turned red for a while.

"I felt it, she was dragged out of the car and fell here."

Cheryl took two steps forward and gestured to JJ's feet.

The monthly pass will be more than 1000 at once, thank you for the love of book friends.

This chapter was sent in advance.,It's equivalent to the original chapter at four o'clock in the afternoon.,If it's in time.,I'll see if I can have one more chapter.,If it's too late.,I'll change the chapter at 0 o'clock tomorrow.。

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