Danny wiped his oily hand over his shirt rather sloppily, snatched the list from Mike Taylor's hand, and seemed to think it was too rude to pass the last piece of the pizza box in his hand, and smiled flatteringly.

Mike Taylor was a little crying and laughing, he didn't dislike it, he just reached out and took it and ate it, everyone knew that time was pressing, they were busy until now when they got the evidence, and no one cared about eating.

"I've done a preliminary investigation for you, and one of the three people on the list, one of whom has a registered mobile phone number, is a United Nations representative who is currently on a business trip to India, and she said that the doll has been with her daughter.

As for the other two, one only has a mailing address and the other has only one name, which is where you guys follow up. ”

This time CSI really helped a lot, Jack sent Mike Taylor away, picked up the car keys, and shook it at Danny, "Let's go to the place with the address first, and finally the person who gave us the name to investigate?" ”

Danny handed the list to Jubal, thanked him, and followed Jack out the door.

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In the Dodge Hellcat, Danny, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened his wallet and looked at the photo on it in a daze.

"What's wrong with you?" Feeling that he was feeling a little depressed, Jack, who was driving, turned his head to look at him.

"I've been thinking about that little girl, how scared she is at this time, and her family, I have two sons, and I can't help but assume what this kind of thing will be like when it falls on me and my family."

Danny's finger slid lightly over the photo, but he was only sad for a moment before he collected his mood, "I hope the clues we tracked this time are correct." ”

Jack didn't know what to say for a moment, and he couldn't help but wonder what he would do if this happened to him, or to his friends.

Not. A sense of crisis faintly rose in his heart, feeling that his circle of friends did not seem to be wide enough, and the official relationship seemed to be enough for the time being.

Even if he doesn't want to trouble Rosie every time, he is a senior FBI agent, plus the LAPD and NYPD, the two No. 1 and No. 2 local police departments in the United States, and the territory basically covers all the acquaintances he knows.

He won't touch the underworld, because the underworld of Lao Mei basically doesn't have drugs, and the gray area is only the Wolf brothers for the time being, which is a short board, and he went through the known information in his head.

In New York, at present, you just need to wait for the protagonists of "Suspect Tracking" to appear automatically, but those guys are not bad, and the level of causing trouble is stronger, and being friends with them, my current small body is estimated to be a little unbearable.

A senior agent with limited authority within the FBI and can only passively wait for assignments would have to be promoted to Hodchner's Special Agent-in-Charge position to be free.

Otherwise, the only information he has seems to be a "bloodthirsty forensic doctor" is left, and in the case of South Bay Beach in Los Angeles, Rossi casually mentions the appearance of a serial killer in Miami called "Butcher of the Bay" (chapter 380).

And the nickname "Butcher of the Bay" refers to the male protagonist in the American drama "Bloodthirsty Forensics", a big "pervert" who lives in Miami, specializes in killing serial killers, and uses the identity of a bloodstain analyst in the Miami Police Department as a cover, Dexter Morgan.

Jack calculated in his heart that he would be able to save up a vacation by August, but the girl next to him would probably find it difficult to accept that he was dealing with a guy who took pleasure in dismembering criminals alive, and then he would have to think of a better name and set off alone.

Before they knew it, while the two men were pondering their own thoughts, they arrived at their destination, an apartment building in Brooklyn.

"Wait a minute, take the call." As soon as the two got out of the car, Danny's cell phone rang, and he quickly made a gesture.

Anyway, there was no hurry, Jack simply took out two thin cigars and gave him one, which he hadn't smoked for a while, and when he went to Miami, he could stock up on the whole day, which was next to Cuba.

"I suddenly remembered that I was so busy now, did I not have time to buy barbecue for Sunday dinners?" Danny didn't deliberately avoid people, Jack beside him could clearly hear the voice coming from the earpiece, it was familiar, he had only heard it this afternoon.

"You're just calling to ask about the barbecue, or do you want to inquire about the progress of the case, Dad." Danny leaned over to Jack's lighter and took a hard puff, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.

"As your commander, I want you to understand, including, but not limited to, the assistance of the FBI, that I will provide you with all the resources you need." The director said on the other end of the phone.

Danny grinned, obviously smug, but he still had to be a little reserved in front of Jack, "I'm very grateful, sir, we're now"

He gave a rough report on the progress and the work they had done, and from the look on the guy's face when he hung up, he could tell that his boss and dad was very satisfied that he had a clue about the case.

"Your father?" Jack asked knowingly.

"That's right, the old man called to boost morale." Danny took a puff of his cigarette, this sizzling force, at first glance, he looked like an old smoker, and it was estimated that he usually didn't even let a tiger sneak on the balcony at home.

This is also interesting, in Jack's previous life, old American dramas can often see scenes of police smoking, but after the 21st century, especially 10 years later, police officers in American dramas can be addicted to drugs and even smoke DU, but only rarely can you see smoking scenes.

As if the latter is even more harmful than the former, it's quite magical.

As far as Jack observed, it was okay at LAPD, except for John and Tim, who occasionally had a cigar when they were drinking in the courtyard, and the others really didn't have the habit of smoking.

But after entering the FBI, in addition to the obedient boy Red, including decent gentlemen like Hodchner, although they usually don't touch it, not only do they not leave the coffee cup when they stay up late to solve the case, but they never refuse the cigar handed by Jack.

Of course, when the ladies are present, the men will find a ventilated room alone or go directly to the fire staircase to have a good time, otherwise it will be too difficult.

Jack even knew that Emily and Jiejie would occasionally sneak together to get a lady's cigarette, and I have to say that the two girls wearing red lipstick and holding a cigarette really have a bit of the sexy Monroe style of the golden age of the last century.

(End of chapter)