"Did you know your eyes are beautiful?" Seeing that Beckett was speechless as he looked at him in a daze, Cassel suddenly approached her, looked into her eyes and said.

Beckett was startled, his head tilted back sharply, resisting the urge to punch this guy, and put away all the photos on the table, "I don't think you should object to the police checking those fan letters from you, right?" ”

"You're welcome, is this the end of it?" Seeing Beckett get up, Cassel was a little unsatisfied.

"If our great writers want to go to the prison and experience picking up soap in the bathroom, I think Detective Beck will be happy to arrange it." Jack, who appeared at the door at some point, pushed open the door of the interrogation room, then turned to one side, giving up his position to Alexis behind him.

"Daddy." The girl stepped forward to hug Kassel's arm and turned her head to look at the female police detective, her fawn-like eyes and a coquettish face, which made Beckett inexplicably deflated.

"Our questioning is over, please take him and disappear from my sight immediately."

She guessed that these guys might have been eavesdropping next door just now, but this was not a formal interrogation, and she couldn't really deal with two FBIs and a little girl as a police detective, which was a joke for nothing.

Leaving the 12th precinct, Cassel was still holding Jack there and chattering, "Can you help me get a copy of those photos?" ”

"What copy?" Jack was a little confused.

"It's the live photos that parody my plots, you know, I sometimes have a game of cards with a couple of writers, and you can't imagine how jealous they would be if I took out these pictures when the time came."

Kassel's expression is not enough to describe with his eyebrows, it is simply heartless to the extreme.

"A crazy imitator, you know this in the suspense world, means the highest honor, that's the top medal."

"I think it's better to send your dad back, maybe the muscular Billies in prison will make him sober up a bit." Jack said to Alexis helplessly.

The latter showed an apologetic expression, saying that he had nothing to do with this dad who always wanted to make a lot of trouble even if he didn't have trouble.

Although with the endorsement of Dana Moger and Frank Regan, Jack is free to choose whether or not to participate in the NYPD case, he does not intend to be involved in the case of the 12th Precinct.

Although it is indeed funny that the two enemies of Kassel and Beckett collide together, there must be a limit to knocking CP, and the FBI is not really that idle.

The next morning, before the two had even gotten up, they received a call from Jubal informing them to immediately rush to Bedford, less than 50 miles north of Manhattan.

Bedford is like the Beverly Hills of Los Angeles to New York, home to a host of wealthy people, and one of the safest areas around New York, with less than a handful of violent crimes throughout the year.

"People who live in this kind of place have to be at least billionaires, like Soros?" Along the way, the castle-like buildings that occupy a huge area can't help but be amazed when you see the little rich woman Hannah.

Jack parked his car and found that it was surrounded by all kinds of police cars, in addition to their FBI, there were also many vehicles from the local county police and state police.

Jubal was vague on the phone, only mentioning that someone was missing, and other information was still being collected, and Jack parked his car on the side of the road, put on a blue jacket with the FBI logo with Hannah, and found a black female county police officer to inquire about the situation.

"About forty-five minutes ago, we received a call from an eyewitness who said he was walking his dog and was here and saw a man dragging a young girl into the car and driving away from the scene."

Jack glanced at the time, and then looked meaningfully at Hannah, they arrived with the siren, it took less than half an hour, and the policewoman in front of him said that the incident happened forty-five minutes ago, which is very interesting.

"Did the other party write down the license plate?" Hannah asked.

The black policewoman shook her head, "He didn't dare to get close to check, he could only be sure that it was a gray car, and the suspect was a middle-aged white man in his forties with a gun in his hand." ”

"So, who was the kidnapped girl?" Jack lifted his chin to a well-dressed white man not far behind her.

"The missing girl's name is Chloe Forde, sixteen years old, and her father is billionaire Nathan Forde, the one over there, and I guess that's why she was kidnapped."

The black policewoman followed Jack's gaze and nodded.

As expected, it was a case involving the top group of people in the country, and it was no wonder that within fifteen minutes of the case, the FBI received the news and arranged for him and Hannah to be dispatched.

"Thank you." The two shook hands with the black policewoman, and walked around her towards the billionaire.

"Hello, Mr. Forde." Jack and Hannah briefly introduced themselves, as if because they saw that the FBI had arrived so timely, the billionaire's anxious expression relaxed slightly, and he took the initiative to shake their hands.

"Chloe has a habit of running in the morning, you know, Bedford has always been safe, so."

Nathan Forde rubbed his face in an attempt to calm himself down.

Hannah looked at the scene of the crime pointed out by the black policewoman earlier, and then looked at the main entrance of the huge estate in front of her, and found that the two were less than 200 meters apart.

"I noticed that you have enough surveillance installed around your house?"

"Yes, including the two cameras on the gate, one on the left and one on the left, the housekeeper has called up these monitors, you can check them at any time." Nathan Forde replied.

"Thanks, I'm going to send the surveillance to the operations center, and a listening team will arrive in a few moments, and they will take over all your communication tools, I hope Mr. Forde can cooperate."

Hannah actually has more experience than Jack in this kind of kidnapping case, after all, the latter has dealt with two serious kidnapping cases, one of which is still not for money, and just wants to kidnap a pair of twins to be his wife's narcissist.

At the moment, this kidnapping case looks like it's coming for money, which is still a relatively new experience for Jack.

Watching Hannah leave, Jack took out a small notebook and began to record, "Mr. Forde, in your opinion, who around you might do such a thing?" ”

"I can't figure it out, sorry, I'm a bit of a mess right now." Nathan Forde shook his head, his face still ugly.

"Where's your wife?" Jack reminded that to remove kidnapping and extortion, custody battles are always the first suspicion.

"She died in an accident three years ago." Nathan Forde lowered his head, a sad look in his eyes.

Jack didn't expect the first question to poke at someone's sadness, coughed dryly, and quickly apologized.

Seems like just gastroenteritis? It's better.

(End of chapter)