"Lindsay protects Katie like an older sister, you know, girls their age are always attracted to bad boys."

Hearing this from Kitson, Rosie leaned in close to him and assumed a scene in a serious tone.

"And if a bunch of boys Katie knows stop on the side of the road and want to give them a ride, don't you think?"

"Lindsey might go along, to make sure she's safe." Kison nodded.

Rosie let out a sigh of relief and sighed, "You have a good daughter, thanks to your teaching, maybe this is the key to her staying alive until now." ”

A hint of bitterness appeared on Kison's face, "I taught her to keep her away from men like me. ”

After finishing their conversation with Kitson, Jack and Rosie walk out of the conference room just in time to bump into Hodchner and Emily, who have just visited the parents of the second deceased, Douglas Silverman.

"I didn't ask for any useful information, the child's father is a busy blue-collar worker who works overtime on weekends, and the mother is out of town and back to her parents' home."

Emily's face is not very good, and it is never easy to face the family of the deceased.

"He mentioned a name, Ryan, who was a new friend of Douglas's acquaintance, but didn't have a last name, and Garcia couldn't narrow down the screening just yet."

While the four of them were talking, Jiejie and Hannah also walked out of the other conference room.

"The Owen couple didn't have much of an impression of the boy either, but Bruce Owen was acting strangely and seemed to be in a hurry to get out of the police station."

"We suspect he might know something, but it's clear that he's lost patience with the police."

The two girls voiced their suspicions.

"You mean that he probably recognized Douglas and even knew the people he was hanging out with?" As he spoke, Hodgner wanted to go to the conference room where the Owen couple was, but was stopped by Rosie.

"Wait a minute, if he makes up his mind to seek a personal vendetta, he won't say anything if you press him again, Owen and his wife are not suspects, and we can't interrogate them."

"It's less than two hours before it gets dark, and if it drags on until tomorrow, we all know what Lindsay is going to face."

Hodchner is very angry, Bruce Irving has just lost his daughter and has been carried away by hatred, and whatever he wants to do is not a good thing for the missing Lindsay.

"Rhett, is there any good news for your map analysis over there?" Rossi looked at Red, who had been busy in front of the map board.

"Not yet, if you can know the identity of that Ryan, it might help." Red scratched his fluffy head with the end of the whiteboard marker, looking distressed.

"Uh, I have a terrible idea, it's very risky, and it doesn't quite fit our police position, but it might work." Jack said with some hesitation.

"Let's talk about it, we're running out of time." Rosie encouraged him.

"Bruce just lost his daughter, Katie, so no matter what he does, he doesn't necessarily care about another girl's life when he is impulsive, but what if that person is replaced by Lindsay's father?"

Emily glared at Jack, "You mean to have Kitson Vaughn go to Bruce Owen and force him to tell what he knows?" This is crazy. ”

"This is the police station, can we still watch a former gangster killer extract a confession from a civilian?"

"Of course not, why don't we let Bruce take the initiative to find Kison Vaughn?" Jack smiled mysteriously.

——

"I told you, we didn't know the boy in the photo, and now I just want to go home early with my wife and miss our daughter."

Bruce Owen and his grief-stricken wife were haggard and their eyes were bloodshot, and it was clear that neither of them had had a good rest after learning of their daughter's death.

Standing across from them at this time were Jack and Hannah, Hannah was still whispering comfort to Mrs. Owen, and Jack was grim-faced, looking businesslike.

"I'm sorry, you can't leave just yet, the Vaughns' identities are a bit sensitive, and you need to stay at the police station until the federal marshals agree."

Jack's casual nonsense convinced Bruce Owen, and his expression was a little more surprised.

"Why? We don't know anything about what secrets their father and daughter have. ”

"Well, we've known each other for four or five years, and I know Kisson is a tough guy, but so what? He's just a little overprotective, and I know he teaches Lindsey to practice shooting, but this is the West, isn't it? ”

"Hey, take it easy and take a sip of water."

Jack walked over to the water dispenser and poured him a glass of water pretending to be concerned, with a little helplessness and some sympathy in his expression.

"This is the request of the federal marshals, you know what they do, we in the FBI can only cooperate in this matter, do you see that fat man next to Kitson? He followed almost 24 hours a day. ”

"I don't understand, I don't care about this, since this matter was not done by Kissen, why are you still holding us?"

Jack raised his eyebrows and turned on the mode with a look of surprise, "You really don't know what he used to do?" He's so well disguised, knowing that he's killed more criminals than any criminal I've ever seen. ”

Seeing Bruce Owen's look of disbelief, Jack acted like a rookie agent who didn't keep the door open, "But he's an important person now, and we've been ordered to prioritize his safety, so we can only grieve you." ”

"After the federal marshal's protection team arrives to take him away, you'll be able to go home, I promise."

After listening to Jack's chatter, Bruce Owen stopped speaking, lowered his head and pondered for a while before raising his head to ask.

"Can I talk to Keeson alone? Apologies, you know, I was a little too much for him before. ”

Jack poured himself a glass of water, hiding the snickering in his eyes, and shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care.

"No problem, as long as that 'bodyguard' of Kison is okay."

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"Are you sure you can keep an eye on him?"

Rosie, who appeared next to Jack at some point, asked with some concern.

Watching Bruce Owen push open the conference room door at the other end and say something, the chubby federal bailiff, Pat Mannan got up and walked out, walking to the back door of the police station with a cigarette in his mouth.

Everyone at BAU, who had been pretending to be busy but had been observing everything intentionally or unintentionally, breathed a sigh of relief that everything was going according to plan, and Bruce Owen really knew something.

"Look at him as a federal marshal, isn't he? I'm just going out and running errands and buying a few dinners for everyone. Jack tossed the car keys in his hand, a wicked smile on his face.

(End of chapter)