Returning the borrowed golf cart to the enthusiastic citizens, Jack gave Danny a free chauffeur and sent him back to the police station, agreeing to visit the commissioner at his home this Sunday.

Handing Danny two autographed copies to him, Jack turned around and was about to leave, when Danny, who had just stepped into the police station with his front foot, turned around and walked out, his face becoming a little ugly.

"What's wrong?"

"There's a missing child case in Queens, 100,000 urgent, haven't you been busy lately?" Knowing that this guy wanted to pull his own strong man, Jack tilted his head and motioned for him to get in the car first.

The Dodge Hellcat was just getting started, and Jack was about to pick up his phone when the female boss, Dana Moge, called, "Jack, are you with Detective Reagan now?" ”

Although he greeted Jubal before going out, and helped the NYPD arrest a suspect, Jack still had an inexplicable weakness and the illusion that he was lazy and deserted.

"Uh, yes, sir, I was about to report back to you, just now"

Jack was interrupted before he could finish speaking, "I already know, your current task is to fully assist Detective Reagan, and if necessary, the operations center can be activated, this time someone wants to make a big fuss, and it must be solved as soon as possible." ”

Dana Moge said without beginning or end, and hung up the phone after the order, whether it was Jack or Danny, who pricked up his ears and eavesdropped on the passenger seat, they were a little inexplicable.

"That doesn't sound promising." Danny habitually frowned.

"Why is there such a fuss about missing children? Coming to your NYPD? Jack couldn't think of any other reason.

"I'm as confused as you are." Danny spread his hands, equally confused.

But they soon learned what Dana Moge meant by making a big fuss, and as the car drove into the neighborhood where the crime occurred, they saw that it was already full of police cars, and the perimeter of the police cordon was full of citizens and reporters with cameras, and even in the apartment buildings on both sides of the street, there were countless heads poking out and looking curiously.

It's unusual that these reporters came faster than them.

"There's a camera, pay attention to your words and deeds, FBI handsome guy." Danny sighed and pushed the door open.

The two of them stepped into the cordon one after the other, and a patrol captain who was busy inside obviously recognized Danny, clasping the belt around his waist with his thumbs in both hands, and greeted him, as if many patrol officers liked to pose in this pose.

"Man, did you find anything?" Danny asked, patting him on the shoulder.

"Teresa Campos, 9 years old, girl, Hispanic, didn't come home after school, she lived on Santa Anita Avenue across the block, and that was her mom over there, and she was worried, so she looked around."

The patrol captain gestured to a middle-aged Hispanic couple on the side of the road, "The building keeper told her that he saw a couple of little boys scooping up a pink school bag from a roadside ditch, throwing it down and running away. ”

"Has the bag been confirmed to belong to the missing girl?" Danny asked.

The patrol captain nodded, "I have sent police officers to search the building, but no one has been found, and the helicopter has also been dispatched, and it is entering to check the situation on the roof of the building." ”

He led the two of them to the ditch, where there was a clean pink schoolbag, apparently the one that had been picked up by the curious little boys.

"Is that girl's too?" Jack saw a doll lying in the dry gutter, which a gloved patrolman was scooping up and preparing to stuff into the evidence bag.

As a result, he didn't know where to press, and the doll made an electronic voice, "Change my clothes, I'm shhhh ”

"I don't know, but the girl's mother said she had never seen the doll before." The patrol captain said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, it is never easy to communicate with the relatives of the emotional victims.

"The school bag and the doll were put away, fingerprints and DNA tests were done, and CSI was told that this was a case of missing children and that it needed to be expedited." After Danny finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at Jack.

"I'll do your bidding." Jack waved his hand for him to continue, and as soon as he saw the media reporters on the third floor and the outer three floors here, he probably knew that Dana Moge was making a big fuss about it, apparently referring to someone attacking the NYPD.

The FBI can help but not come out, otherwise Danny and his dad will have a hard time doing it, and even if the case is successfully solved, the NYPD's face will be ugly.

"Apply for an 'Amber Alert', send someone to ask the surrounding residents, collect surveillance around the area, check all the garbage cans, mailboxes and sewers, and if you find anything, remember to avoid the family first so that they don't get overly nervous, you know?"

The Patrol Captain took the order, and Danny took a deep breath before looking at Jack, "Are you ready?" ”

Of course, Jack knew what he was referring to, and no one liked to deal with emotional victims' families until the case was solved, but it was a process that had to be followed.

The two came to the middle-aged couple who hugged and cried, and Danny first introduced himself, "Mr. Campos, Mrs. Campos, I'm Detective Regan, and this is my partner, Detective Tavol." ”

He paused, worried about causing unnecessary associations, and did not say Jack's FBI's identity, seeing that the two of them looked dazed with trembling lips, he could only continue, "I have a few questions to ask. ”

"Wow!" The woman, who was already extremely nervous, suddenly pulled her husband's shirt and cried.

Mr. Campos seemed to be in a slightly better condition, and although he spoke a little staggered, he was still able to speak normally, "She always came home on time, every day as soon as she got out of school, and she knew her mother would be worried."

"She's a good boy." Mrs. Campos was so weeping that she could not stand steadily.

Jack said that it would be good if Jie Jie or Hannah was here at this time, and female agents naturally had the talent to calm the emotions of their victims.

At this point, he had to bite the bullet, "I believe all of what you said, there are a few procedural questions to ask here, I know this will cause you discomfort.

Is it possible that she ran away from home, or maybe you had a fight, or were taken away by your ex-husband. ”

Mrs. Campos shook her head desperately, "Rig is her biological father, we didn't quarrel, please, you must find a way to find her, she has congenital diabetes and needs to inject insulin every 24 hours"

Jack and Danny looked at each other, and they only felt that their scalps were really numb, and this was no longer a matter of golden hours.

Insulin injections were given every 24 hours, and the missing girl could not have been injected at school, but must have been injected before leaving the house in the morning, and this was almost a third of the time.

In other words, if the girl is not found by tomorrow morning, then if it is found later, it may only be a corpse.

"Two, excuse me." The captain of the patrol waved at the two not far away.

"Excuse me." The two of them came to him.

"There was a woman who had seen a white van speeding away from the scene, and she sensed something was wrong and tried to read the license plate, but it was too late."

"New York is full of white vans, and that's a lot narrower." Danny complained helplessly.

"Well, I know, but she said the van had a broken rear window, and I thought it might be."

Before the patrol captain could finish speaking, Danny nodded, "This car is wanted, especially the toll booths of bridges and tunnels, maybe we can try our luck." ”

"Notify the guy who is watching the surveillance of this information, there should be surveillance that can take pictures of the license plate." Jack said this, but he didn't have much hope either.

The other party must have been prepared for daring to kidnap people on the side of the road, and although the residents here are mostly Latino, they are clearly biased towards the blue-collar community.

It can also be seen from the environment of the street that although the asphalt road looks a little old, the sidewalks are relatively clean, there are neither homeless nor needles everywhere, and most of the surveillance cameras on the streets are also in good condition.

Danny crossed his waist and his face was stinky, "I have a bad feeling, Jack man, this doesn't look like a custody dispute or anything like that, but it's not like a kidnapping case for money, the couple is just an ordinary family, what do you think?" ”

Jack agreed with his judgment, "At least I don't see anything unusual from the micro-expressions, this couple is just a simple victim." ”

Then Mrs. Campos staggered over, "My darling, you have to find her, please."

As she spoke, she grabbed Danny by the collar and slapped his chest with a crackle, "Ah, please, make sure you find her, I can't lose my baby."

Mr. Campos hurriedly stepped forward and took his wife, who had almost fainted, in his arms, and Danny didn't know how to react for a moment, but muttered, "It's okay, we must."

Almost, he blurted out some promises that shouldn't be said, only to see that he swallowed the second half of the sentence with difficulty and replaced it with an inaudible voice, "I will do my best." ”

Jack rubbed the bridge of his sore nose, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Let's go, hurry up, go back to your place to make a place, and I'll move the combat center for you." ”

An hour later, in a large office on the second floor of the NYPD's headquarters in Police Square, Jubal was stationed with more than a dozen analysts, and soon the cacophony of keyboards rang out.

(End of chapter)