Jack asked Beckett to arrange for a police officer to send Mr. Peacock home, found a coffee shop to sit down, and then the two FBIs stared at Kassel with unkind eyes.

"OK, OK, I told him, and I didn't expect him to be so impulsive." Casssel knew they had guessed, and raised his hand in a mocking confession.

"Do you know that you almost destroyed a family that was already in ruins?" Jack deliberately spoke very seriously, and the guy in front of him obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet.

Cassel shifted his ass uneasily, his eyes flashing, trying to defend himself, "I just told him that the NYPD doesn't have enough evidence yet"

"No, you make me feel like it was the wrong decision to ask you to be involved in this case." Jack looked like he had betrayed my trust.

"I was wrong, although I was only a general acquaintance with Mr. Peacock, as a father who also raised a daughter, I really could not refuse his plea." Kassel was silent for a long time, and finally gave up his defense.

Seeing that he admitted his mistake, Jack didn't say anything more, after all, he was the FBI, and no matter how awesome the big man Kassel knew at the top, he couldn't be allowed to participate in the FBI case, and the future would be left to Beckett for a headache.

When this playboy is rounded and flattened by a powerful female police detective, he will laugh at him loudly.

"Didi." While the three of them were sitting in the coffee shop chatting, Jack's cell phone suddenly rang, it was a message from Mike Taylor, and they had found evidence.

CSI found a stain on the cargo pants provided by Billy, caused by pine resin mixed with wood dust powder.

According to records provided by the Planning Bureau, Billy was indeed placed on the north side of the park that night, and in addition to replanting flowers and plants, his job included handling a pine tree that had been hollowed out by insects.

Then on Lotine's underwear, Mike Taylor found the exact same shape stain, which could be proved to have been transferred from Billy's cargo pants after testing and comparison, and the chain of evidence was complete.

"Huh? So that's the end of it? After listening to Jack's relay, Cassel's mouth opened wide in disbelief.

"Yes, this evidence is enough to send him to jail, Detective Becket has got an arrest warrant, and Billy, who has just left the police station, has been formally arrested." Jack and Hannah clapped their hands and celebrated the successful case.

"It's a little different from what I imagined." Cassel's face was a little lost.

"In reality, most cases are solved by forensic science, and there are very few cases in the plot that rely solely on reasoning to solve the case, in fact, if the NYPD detectives are like the detectives in you, I am afraid that the closing rate of serious cases will be even more miserable."

This is not the cracking rate of the black New York Police Department, it is just a simple statement of the facts, although the law and order in New York has always been criticized, but compared with other large cities in the United States, it is quite good.

——

That weekend, to celebrate the crime, Jack prepared a sumptuous table of treats and hosted a small party in his apartment, just as he did in Los Angeles.

He and Hannah made a lot of new friends after coming to New York, in addition to Cassel and his daughter, Mike Taylor and his deputy Stella Bonasila, Danny Reagan and his wife were also invited.

The Reagan family was an Irish immigrant and still maintains some traditional Irish habits, even as devout Catholics.

While British cuisine next door has traditionally been regarded as a dark cuisine, Ireland, just across the Channel, has a long agricultural tradition, so it's worth mentioning Irish cuisine.

Jack made a traditional Irish stew of lamb neck, potatoes, onions, carrots, parsley, and the indispensable "jacket potato" on the Irish table.

On top of that, fresh trout from Finger Lake and veal from Texas have also received rave reviews, and after a month in New York, someone has finally rebuilt his food supply chain here.

In the presence of a well-known detective, everyone naturally chatted about Kassel's new book, the guy who wrote the protagonist of the best-selling book series Derek Storm to death in his new book, "The Storm Comes".

"It used to be fun to write about Derek, but now it's like hard labor, so I decided to end the series." Kassel's level of use of chopsticks is very good, and the flavors are very wide, and every dish on the table seems to suit his appetite.

"Sounds like you've found new inspiration?" Danny Reagan's wife, Linda, asked with interest, although she is not a fan of Kassel books, but it is also a rare experience for a housewife like her to get up close and personal with a well-known author.

"Yes, after a few months of rest, I finally found a new source of inspiration, and even came up with the name of the heroine." Kassel triumphantly showed off.

"Heroine? So your next new book will revolve around a female protagonist? Stella Bonasila asked, in her words, reading Detective in Kassel was a good way for her to relax her nerves on a daily basis.

"Yes, her name is Nikki Hit, and she's as sexy and charming as her name."

Danny, who was concentrating on the stew on the side of "cough", almost choked, the name is indeed sexy, and it happens to be a homonym for the words naked and hot.

"Well, let me guess, your inspiration wouldn't have been that pretty red-haired detective from the NYPD, would you?" Jack, who didn't need to know the plot of "Soul Book", opened his mouth, and Hannah guessed the same.

"That Kate Beckett?" Danny Reagan had apparently heard of his colleague and greeted him with a glass, "Wow, man, you're in trouble, she's a notoriously unapproachable iceberg beauty in the bureau." ”

"No, no, no, I wasn't going to pursue her, uh, at least not right now." Cassel raised his glass and touched him, draining the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, "but she'll soon be my muse." ”

——

It's a new week, and on Wednesday afternoon, Jack was fishing in his office, preparing an outline for his second new book, when there was a knock on the door, and Jubal appeared in the doorway.

"Jack, something happened."

Twenty minutes later, Jack's Dodge Hellcat appeared with Hannah at Deleri Square, not too far from Wall Street, also in Manhattan's financial district.

Two different colors of red and yellow have been put on the cordon here, the yellow one on the outside is pulled by the NYPD, and the red one is on the inside.

"What's wrong?" Jack and Hannah showed their ID and crossed the yellow cordon to find Danny Regan, who was standing outside the red cord and looking out.

"We've heard that six people died."

"It's already eight, the exact number is still counting, and it's not clear what happened, except that these poor people are falling down like flies sprayed with insecticide."

"Six people collapsed in the square, several more on the sidewalk, and at least fourteen others were taken to the hospital in eight nearby neighborhoods," said Danny Regan, pointing to several bodies in the square. ”

(End of chapter)