The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

“Although it’s not an authentic Italian paella, it tastes better than any rice I’ve had in Italy.”

Rossi also eats in a very Italian manner, taking his time and taking a sip from the wine on the side.

Of course, Jack didn't say it clearly that his fried rice was really nondescript. The technique was authentic gold-coated silver, but instead of lard, he used butter with a stronger aroma.

And compared to Yangzhou fried rice, it lacks the soul ingredients of ham sausage and diced carrots. The shrimp, ham and some chopped clams and octopus in it are closer to the ingredients of Italian paella.

It was just that Italian food was so similar to Chinese food that even Rossi didn't notice anything was wrong.

Letting Rosie slowly taste the food, Jack took the information JJ was reading from the table and sat down in front of Red.

"Tell me what's going on."

There isn't much information, and with Red's reading speed, it probably wouldn't take more than three minutes to incorporate it into his genius brain.

Sure enough, Rhett lay back on a comfortable chair, squinting his eyes slightly, seemingly still reminiscing about the ice cream cake just now, but he began to talk incessantly.

"Evan Davenport, administrative assistant to the U.S. Attorney's Office, lives in the Southern District of New York. He is widowed and has entered the federal witness protection program three times due to repeated death threats over the past decade."

"Sixteen hours ago, between 11 o'clock last night and 12 o'clock today, his daughter Trish and her boyfriend were kidnapped on their way home. Trish's boyfriend was shot in the face and died on the spot. Whereabouts unknown.”

"As a father, you joined the witness protection program, but your daughter has no one to protect her?" Jack asked.

"Tracy refused protection when she was 18." JJ answered from the side.

Jack curled his lips, rebellious and death-seeking adolescence is the norm for old Americans.

Then he flipped through the information again and saw a photo, "Trish also has a sister? Cheryl? They are exactly the same."

The photo shows two blond girls who are almost indistinguishable from each other, wearing exactly the same cheerleading uniforms, with sweet looks and a youthful air.

"Yes, they are twins."

Rosie wiped her mouth with a napkin and handed over a photo with a blackmail letter on it.

"You must carefully follow the instructions below to ensure the safety of your daughter. You must answer the phone at 8pm. You must write down the instructions. You must follow them strictly."

After Jack finished reading the contents of the letter, Rosie looked at her watch and said.

"We have to rush to Connecticut within 9 hours to complete the psychological analysis of the suspect and help Evan Davenport prepare to pay the ransom."

Jack showed the photo of the letter to Red and asked, "Have you authenticated it?"

Rhett nodded and pointed to the strokes of the letters above to compare with the handwriting on the document, as well as a few stains at the bottom of the letter paper, "The handwriting on the letter matches Trish's. She was forced to write it, and here, That’s what the salt left behind.”

"These are her tears." JJ on the side suddenly realized.

"Let's talk about your analysis." Rosie drank the last bit of wine from the bottom of the glass with some reluctance and turned her eyes to Jack.

"The wording is very interesting. It's all about how you want it, not when I will call. This represents a strong desire for control and the dissatisfaction of the recipient. The most interesting thing is."

"Ransom letters usually require in a threatening tone that they are not allowed to call the police, otherwise what will happen. This letter does not mention a word. Is he expecting the police to participate or does he mean to provoke?"

Jack frowned, this kidnapper felt weird to him.

"Then take the time to rest and let us give him a surprise."

Rossi stood up and was about to clear the table in front of him, but JJ had already taken the initiative to take away the food box on the table, along with the empty wine glass.

"Ah, I'll do it myself." Jack quickly stood up, quickly put away the food boxes in front of himself and Red before the beautiful blonde girl reached out, and then followed her to the drink room at the front of the plane.

When passing by Rosie, he smiled and mouthed to Rosie, "Pleasing girl."

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The Gulfstream business jet is known as the fastest among civil aircraft. It took only more than two hours to fly to the destination. However, due to the three-hour time difference between the two places, it was already dark when the plane landed.

"Dr. Reed and I went to Evan Davenport's home first. JJ, take Jack to the scene and bring Trish's sister Cheryl back. It is said that she insisted on going to the scene to sense her sister's whereabouts. .”

After Rossi finished speaking, he took Red into the car, and the local FBI agent who came to pick him up left a black Suburban for them.

Jack drove, and the confused two followed the navigation to the location where Tracy was kidnapped.

"What does the induction that Rossi just said mean? Did I hear the wrong word?" JJ asked in confusion from the passenger seat.

Jack was also a little confused and thought for a while before replying, "Is it the telepathy between twins in the legend?"

The two people's doubts were quickly answered. When they arrived at their destination, they passed through the isolation zone set up by the local police. In the middle of the dirt road in front of them lay a petite, sweet-looking girl. It was Cheryl in the file photo. .

"What is she doing?" JJ curiously asked two agents from the federal Department of Justice. It seemed that they were acting as Cheryl's bodyguards.

"Lying on the ground?" The tall male agent stared blankly at the beautiful JJ. His brain probably short-circuited for a moment, and he uttered nonsense.

The short female agent next to him rolled her eyes and kindly explained to her idiot partner.

"She's trying to feel what her sister is going through."

"You just kept watching her lying there?" Jack was speechless.

The tall male agent seemed to have finally recovered from the shock of JJ's appearance and shrugged self-deprecatingly.

"The sisters have been trying to get rid of their bodyguards since they were twelve years old, and now that she's willing to stay in our sights, we're content."

Jack understood the implication of the two people's words, and thought that he couldn't be too harsh on the two people's paddling behavior, so he took a few steps forward and squatted down in front of the girl Cheryl. Make eye contact with her.

She has the appearance of a typical American sweet girl. She is even prettier in person than in the photo. The black eyeliner makes her beautiful eyes look even bigger. She looks like a character from a comic book. It reminds Jack of "The Soul" inexplicably. The lovely daughter of Uncle C's family in "Book of Secrets".

"No, I'm not crazy." When Jack stared at her with a smile, the girl quickly got up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, and her pretty face with a little baby fat turned red for a moment.

"I felt it, she was pulled out of the car and fell down here."

Cheryl took two steps forward and pointed at JJ's feet.

The monthly ticket has exceeded 1,000 in no time. Thank you book friends for your love.

This chapter has been posted in advance, which is equivalent to the original chapter at 4pm. If I can make it in time, I will see if I can add another chapter. If not, I will add the chapter at 0pm tomorrow.