As Jack said before, when the dust settled, he still had time to buy a beautiful little dress and a bouquet of flowers, and go with Jubal to visit his eldest daughter.

Although the little girl will inevitably suffer a painful bone marrow puncture tomorrow, which will then be confirmed as a misdiagnosis, a "false alarm" is better than a long-term treatment of several months or even a year or two.

Although with the advancement of medical technology, whether it is "childhood aplastic anemia" or "childhood leukemia", it is no longer an incurable disease, but the long treatment process can cause suffering for children and their parents.

Fast forward to Saturday, and Jack doesn't know how Danny and his wife Linda's "wild night" was, but he and Hannah had a really good time last night.

Octavio is in prison, and it is not yet known what the jury will decide, but at least his son was saved, the operation was successful, and although the future of life is still difficult, it still gives the family a glimmer of hope.

On Sunday morning, Hannah and Alexis, the little beauty of the Cassel family, made an appointment to go shopping, and Jack was alone at home coding, when he typed on the keyboard until it was dark, but the phone suddenly rang, and the caller was Rick Cassel.

"So, can you explain what this scene is happening in front of me?" It took Jack ten minutes to open the high-end security door of the Kassel house with a lockpick, and then in the living room, he saw the big writer with his hands and feet tied to a chair with duct tape.

Cassel still had half a piece of tape on his face, and the whole person was lying on the glass coffee table, and his face was attached to the mobile phone on the coffee table, which was still stained with this guy's saliva, and you can imagine how difficult it was for him to call him just now.

"Just wanting to have a character experience, I just happened to write about my main character, Nikki Hit, being tied to a chair and trying to figure out what to do to break free."

Cassel wasn't surprised that Jack could easily get into his home, as if he knew that lockpicking was a skill that every FBI agent should have.

"So you let Alexis tie you up like this before she went out, without thinking about the consequences of not being able to break free, right?"

Jack cut the tape from the hands and feet of the living treasure and helped him pick up the wallet that had been thrown on the floor, and it was clear that Alexis was faithful to the role of the robber, emptying the cash in his father's wallet before leaving.

"Calling a helper is one of the ways to do it, isn't it?" Cassel grinned and tore off the tape from his mouth, which was also covered with disgusting Barra's saliva, which this guy had licked away little by little with his tongue and saliva.

Jack wondered how he would apply this to the sexy heroine of his book, Nikki Hit.

Cassel hurriedly wiped his phone clean, and after reading the messages inside, he began to urge Jack, "Hurry up, hurry up, you have your car keys, right?" We need to get to the Beaumont Hotel as soon as possible. ”

"Hotel Beaumont? We? "Jack didn't know why.

"Oh, please, Beckett called me an hour ago, and then sent another message saying that a bridesmaid was killed at a wedding at the Beaumont Hotel, don't tell you you don't want to go and see it?" Cassel said as he put on his coat.

"Uh-huh." Jack shrugged noncommittally, anyway, the writing idea was also messed up by this goods, so it was better to watch the fun.

The Beaumont Hotel is a five-star hotel in Manhattan, just off Central Park, right in the NYPD's 12th Precinct district, not far from the upscale apartment building where the two families live.

Walking into the hotel lobby, Kassel seemed to meet an old acquaintance, and warmly greeted two detectives wearing NYPD police badges.

The two detectives didn't know Jack very well, but Jack had a good impression of them, a skinny short white detective named Kevin Ryan, and a stout Latino detective named Esposito Javier.

These two are also a pair of living treasures and broken mouths, which can be called professional funny people, and it seems that they have also become familiar with Cassel during this time, and they also greeted him warmly.

The two of them were a little surprised when they saw Jack, and they didn't understand why he was here as an FBI, but the so-called smell of each other, uh, to be precise, they had a common love of eating melons, and after listening to him tell Cassel what had just happened, Kevin and Esposito laughed at each other.

"We're going to send a search and rescue team to find you."

"It's work, do you understand work?" Cassel retorted weakly, and quickly changed the topic, "Where is the crime scene?" ”

"Sixth floor, let's go up together, we just happened to find security to get the guest information." Kevin raised a stack of A4 papers in his hand.

Going up to the sixth floor of the hotel, the four of them walked out of the elevator together, and Kassel had regained his vigor and began to inquire about the situation, "I heard that the bridesmaids were killed, what happened?" You can't die in a bridesmaid dress, right? ”

As he spoke, he and Esposito smiled knowingly.

Kevin was kind, "It's not that bad, it's a lilac chiffon dress." ”

"Please, are you serious? It was lilac. Esposito scoffed at his usual partner, this time questioning Kevin's aesthetic.

Kevin was still a little unconvinced, "Is there a problem?" I also have sisters, and you haven't seen them wear dresses as bridesmaids, and they are very ugly. He also made a deliberate gesture of emphasis.

"Usually, bridesmaids' dresses are ugly." Jack is also a person who has attended several weddings, and he commented very experienced.

"Really? Why? Esposito, the single dog, was puzzled.

"In this way, the bride can be extraordinarily beautiful." Beckett appeared in front of everyone with long legs, still so heroic.

As soon as Cassel saw her, he came to his senses, "Aha, see, every woman has infinite fantasies about her wedding, even Kate Beckett."

Do you dare to say that you have never cut your favorite wedding dress from a magazine? ”

Beckett leaned in slightly, and said earnestly, word for word, "I've never cut a wedding dress in a magazine. ”

"You're lying!" Cassel turned to Jack, "Psychologist, she's lying, right?" ”

Jack nodded slightly in agreement while Beckett turned around and left, and the living treasure duo around him also mercilessly ridiculed his female boss, "That's right." ”

The group followed Beckett into a guest room, where several members of the forensic team were busy, and a female corpse collapsed in front of the closet, wearing a lilac chiffon dress, as Kevin had previously said.

A Latino female medical examiner was squatting on the ground examining the body, with a round face and slightly chubby curly hair, and Esposito, both with dark brown complexion, with an unconcealable look of surprise in her eyes when she saw Jack.

"Do you mind?" Jack asked politely as he squatted down across from her with rubber gloves on.

The female forensic doctor was slightly distracted, and it was not until Beckett let out a light cough that she came back to her senses, and quickly reached out and shook Jack.

Jack took the initiative to introduce himself, "Jack Tavol, friends of the FBI, Kassel and Beckett, do you mind if I look at the body?" I'm also interested in forensic medicine. ”

The female forensic doctor smiled like a flower, and didn't say anything for a while, just kept nodding.

"Is Lanny Parrish the medical examiner? I've heard Hannah talk about you. Jack was a little furious by the look in his eyes.

This female forensic doctor is Beckett's best friend, although Jack has not met before, but since Hannah and Beckett and CSI's Stella became best friends, the circle of friends between girlfriends and girlfriends will naturally expand.

"Oh, I remember, Hannah's handsome boyfriend." Lanny graciously raised her hand to signal Jack to be casual, as if there was not a creepy corpse on the ground, but something interesting.

(End of chapter)