The two chatted for a while, and Jack got up to take his leave, just as Frank's female secretary, Baker, knocked on the door, still struggling to hold five or six large dictionary-thick documents in her hand.

"Here's what you're asking for, Director."

Jack gentlemanly stepped forward to take it and put it on the table.

Baker thanked him in a low voice, put down the materials, and did not leave, but stood at the table and said respectfully, "These are memoranda from the Appropriations Committee under the Public Safety Committee. ”

"Politicians like to talk and we prefer to do it, and when someone accuses us of why we don't use some old-fashioned police tactics, we might as well follow her advice."

Frank smiled at Jack and gestured to Baker on the couch, "Sit down, Baker, we've got a lot to do today." ”

"Do you need me to inform Ms. Moge?" The corners of Jack's mouth twitched, almost couldn't hold back, who said that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, Frank can't wait for half a day.

"I'll contact her personally if there's a need, thank you Jack." Frank picked up his reading glasses from his desk and put them on, sat down across from his secretary, picked up a thick memo and flipped through it.

Leaving the New York Police Department headquarters, Jack went straight back to the office, found someone to help retrieve the information of Dick Reed, studied it until late at night, and roughly completed a profile.

Early the next morning, the Dodge Hellcat stopped on Bowery Street near Manhattan's southern Chinatown, and Jack lowered the window and waved at Danny, who was shivering from the cold on the side of the road.

Not far from him, there was a group of people around, both reporters and ordinary people, and even the cold winter wind could not extinguish their enthusiasm, and their expressions were excited as if they were expecting something.

"Thank God, you saved my life again, and the air conditioner in my car actually broke down again." Sitting in the passenger seat and raising the window, Danny was finally relieved by the warm air conditioning and steaming coffee.

"I couldn't figure out how hard I could have sent Dick's birdman to prison in the first place, only to have this bastard released because of the shitty in the judicial process."

Jack could only smile back at his complaints, "You should really thank God, fortunately it's just the cotton swab contamination, if there is a problem with the testing equipment as you said, there will be more than that." ”

"So it's still my fault?" Danny was speechless, was the crow's mouth guilty?

"This is the mental profile I finished yesterday, do you want to see it?" Jack pulled out a wad of manuscript paper, which was densely packed with paper-like citations, causing Danny's eyes to roll around mosquito coils.

"Let's get to the point." A scumbag was very resistant and ducked in the direction of the car door.

"In fact this is also addressed to my dear. Belch. A draft of my dissertation to be written to my professor. Jack almost snapped, he hadn't seen Maureen and Zoe in a long time, and it seemed that New York wasn't far from Washington, D.C., so he could visit while they were there.

"The conclusion is that as soon as this pervert is released, he can't wait to continue committing crimes, and he is about to suffocate."

Danny couldn't help but squint at the person with his neck squinted, "That's it?" I know with my ass that wasting paper and you'll be yelled at by some little European girl, 'How dare you!' Target. ”

"Huh." Jack said that he didn't care about the scumbag like a scumbag, and turned his head to look out the car window, "The prison bus is coming." ”

Danny followed his gaze to the road, where a blue-and-white painted bus with an iron fence on its windows slowly turned around the corner, "Decaying bus." ”

He muttered, pulled the car door back and got out of the car, drank the remaining coffee in his hand in one gulp, and threw the flattened paper cup into the trash can on the side of the road.

Jack also got out of the car, and four inmates in Manhattan would be released due to lack of evidence due to the swab contamination incident, and most of the people here were coming for serial rape and murderer Dick Reed, with the exception of a few tabloid reporters and some family members of the prisoners.

As ever, serial killers have always had their own fans and admirers in this empty world of hell, setting up websites for these people, sending letters and gifts to prisons, and idols who gathered on the roadside to welcome them out of prison, as they do now.

"It's amazing, these sick guys and perverts always seem to be attracted to each other."

Danny muttered a few expletives and looked back at Jack, "Aren't you coming along?" ”

"What are you going to do? Walk over and say two harsh words? Unless you need me to stand by your side and prevent you from losing your work, I choose to stand by and observe. ”

Jack immediately refused, although there were not many people at the scene, and there were only a dozen fans of those serial killers, but it could be seen that these people were quite emotional, shouting slogans of support.

"I've got your back, Dick!"

"Those bitches deserve it!"

"It's all God's will!"

As the bus door opened, when a handsome young man stepped off the bus like a star and waved to everyone on the street, the atmosphere reached a climax in an instant.

The scene in front of him reminded Jack of the brainless fans who cried and screamed and chased the stars in his previous life, and he had a strong reaction to this abstract group of humanoid creatures, and he wanted to tie all these things to Musk's big stainless steel fireworks and launch the atmosphere.

"Look at these fanatical fans, what's wrong with the world?" Seeing that there were two other Losers who were typical in terms of appearance and dress and were pulling Dick Reed to take a photo, Danny shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Aren't you going up up and saying a few words?" Jack squinted at him.

"Forget it, I just took a shower when I went out in the morning." Danny shook his head to show that he didn't want to be tainted with bad luck, stood on the side of the road and waved, and a plainclothes police car drove by, with two detectives sitting inside, who looked a few years younger than him, but with the same sparse hair.

"Hey, keep up with that beach boy and keep an eye on him wherever he goes, understand?"

"No problem." The detective in the passenger seat nodded repeatedly, made a phone gesture, and said that he would report at any time, and then the plainclothes police car started and followed the taxi that Dick Reed had just taken.

"Then I'll go, and your dad will send me a job." Jack returned to the car, he came just to see Dick Reed's appearance with his own eyes, to prevent an error with the photo, and now that Danny had made arrangements, it was time for him to perform the duties of a bodyguard.

"Take me back to the police station by the way." Danny shyly sat back in the Hellcat passenger seat.

“.” Jack was a little speechless at the guy, "And what about the car you drove?" ”

"Wait for someone to tow it away, I don't want to freeze in the car." Danny rubbed his hands at the air conditioning vent, looking like he was frozen.

Jack could only shrug his shoulders, it was just freezing degrees, and the humidity in New York winter was not too high to reach the level of that kind of magic attack, and the New Yorkers were obviously spoiled by the uninterrupted indoor heating.

Returning Danny to the police station, Jack calls Hannah in the parking lot to ask when the case at hand will be resolved, and to come back to be Erin's bodyguard for a few days.

In his opinion, it is better to protect Erin than to keep an eye on Dick Reed to prevent this brute from continuing to commit crimes, and the serial killer who can make Jack write a paper for him is obviously not a simple person.

(End of chapter)