Each person at BAU has a travel bag, which usually contains some personal toiletries and a change of clothes, which can be picked up and left for urgent tasks.

In addition to taking his business trip bag, Jack also received two Noveske N4s from the gunroom and put them in the trunk of the F150.

It's almost an 18-hour drive from Los Angeles to Denver, and Colorado is a sparsely populated state that passes through vast areas of no-man's land.

If Vashil, the murderer in the plane crash not long ago, was hiding in that kind of no-man's land at that time, then the BAU would not be able to find him at all, let alone the FBI, and it would be difficult to find out even if the army was used.

Because the vast expanse of land west of the Rocky Mountains in the state has never been developed, except for a few Indian reservations that can be described as isolated, and there is not even a decent road.

Of course, it is impossible for Vashel to hide here, and a solar panel or a windmill may be able to provide power in this kind of place, but the network is absolutely impossible, let alone a mobile phone signal, and using Starlink is basically equivalent to revealing one's location.

Very few people like to drive a long bus alone, it is so boring that there is no one to talk to.

This is the reason why Rosie is reluctant to walk with Red, there is too much generation gap between the old and the young, and they have almost no common language except for talking about the case and talking about Rosie's crime.

But if Rosie had to talk about a case for more than ten hours or listen to Red talk about his work, he would rather go alone.

But with Jack, the journey was a completely different experience, not only did you not have to drive yourself, but you didn't even have to eat the unpalatable fast food at the rest stops along the way.

Open the oversized on-board refrigerator in the car, which is stuffed with marinated snowflake steak, fresh tomatoes and onions, sliced bread, and a variety of braised pork barbecued pork that you can taste when you open it, and even a roast chicken.

Tired halfway, find a place to stop on the side of the road, Jack set up an alcohol stove, and a big meal can be made in a few minutes, which makes Rosie sigh, this guy knows how to enjoy more than himself, an Italian.

"Jack, you should remind me to bring some good bottles of wine." Rossi said.

It was the afternoon of the second day when I arrived in Denver, where the F.B.I. office was housed in a neoclassical granite-clad building.

From the outside, it is a very imposing building, with cornices carved into gargoyles for drainage, and the arches on the front are inlaid with the emblem of a bald eagle.

Of course, compared to the modern buildings in Los Angeles, the decoration here is a little old-fashioned, and even the elevators are old-fashioned fence gates, which look a lot older than Jack and Red.

The three of them reached the third floor and walked through an open office area, attracting many curious eyes, and then a whisper came from behind them.

Apparently many people recognized them, and not long after the crash, the grassroots agents stationed in Denver had been dispatched by the emergency command center and had seen the BAU crowd.

Not to mention Rosie, a big celebrity within the FBI, many people have listened to his psychology lectures and even received relevant training.

A beautiful female detective with a proud figure, good looks, and a beautiful mole on her chin hurriedly walked out of her office and greeted the three of them with a look of surprise.

At first glance, she looks like a "mature" female version of Alexandra Daddario, her eyes may not be so big, but her face is a little god-like, but if you look closely, you will find that she lacks the cuteness of a little baby fat.

Instead, there are slightly stiffer cheek lines and ambitious eyes, as well as crow's feet that can't be covered despite makeup.

Jack noticed that the buttons on her seemingly dignified and decent professional suit, which were obviously over-tightened, were very eye-catching, as if the eldest sister had come prepared for Rosie.

"David Rossi is here in person, I'm not dreaming, am I?" The female agent looked very excited, and as soon as she saw Rosie, she took the initiative to reach out her hand.

Rosie shook her hand very gentlemanly, "You must be Agent Moss." ”

"Oh, please call me Jill, what are you going to do? Coffee or tea? "Agent Jill Moss seems to be very enthusiastic.

"If you don't mind, we hope to take over this soon, this is Dr. Red, and this is Agent Tavol." While Rosie refused, he did not forget to introduce the two followers he had brought.

"Dr. Red, Agent Tawolle, thank you for coming." Compared to Rossi, Agent Jill Moss seems to be less enthusiastic about the other two.

Although the two of them are handsome and cute, it stands to reason that they are in the good ball area of mature big sisters in their thirties and forties, but this eldest sister completely ignores them.

Whether he is really only interested in young men or has other plans for Rosie, Jack can't judge for the time being, but a certain 007 of the FBI wants to be experienced and doesn't need to worry about it himself.

"You said you had more information here, what are them?" Rosie asked.

"Come with me, believe me, I won't let you down, a whole warehouse of all kinds of S&M art photos, astringent videotapes, and abuse equipment, but what really caught my attention was a manuscript that was hundreds of thousands of words long."

Jill Moss said with an index finger raised as an emphasis in his tone.

"It's just the crazy cry of an extreme abuser, and I think it's a big case."

Rosie, who was following her, was not confused by her series of exaggerated modifiers, "Don't worry, tell me how these things were discovered?" ”

"These things came from a rented warehouse in Norwood, because the arrears reached half a year, the owner of the warehouse had the right to auction the contents, and a pair of brothers bought the warehouse for $350, they are professional Taobao people.

As a result, they found these inside and called the police directly. ”

Jill Moss twisted his slender waist to lead the way, all the way to the door of a storage room before stopping to turn back.

"Didn't the person who rented the warehouse leave any information?" Red asked behind Rossi.

"No, the name is fake, Louis Ivey, I didn't find any information about him, and he paid in cash, until he owed." Jill Moss said as he opened the door to the storage room with the key.

"Judging from the information you sent me before, this person has a certain obsessive-compulsive tendency, and it is not like a person who will have this kind of negligence."

Rosie said as she stepped into the storage room, and was stunned.

"Anyway, he screwed up, otherwise we'd never be able to catch this kind of person, would we?" A slight smug appeared on Gil Moss's face.

In front of a few people was a cardboard box filled with two long conference tables, forty or fifty of them.

"Maybe, get us some coffee." Rosie was shocked by the small scale.

(End of chapter)