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

"Do you know your eyes are very beautiful?" Seeing Beckett looking at herself speechlessly, Cassel suddenly came close to her and looked into her eyes and said.

Beckett was startled and threw his head back violently. He resisted the urge to punch this guy and put away all the photos on the table, "I don't think you would object to the police checking those fans of yours." Letter?"

"You're welcome, is this over?" Seeing Beckett getting up, Cassel was still a little unfinished.

"If our great writer wants to go to the prison and experience the scene of picking up soap in the bathroom, I think Detective Beckett will be happy to arrange it." Jack, who appeared at the door at some unknown time, pushed open the door of the interrogation room, and then Turning aside, he gave up his position to Alexis behind him.

"Daddy." The girl stepped forward and hugged Cassell's arm. She turned to look at the female detective. Her deer-like eyes and a look of coquettishness made Beckett feel 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. She, a branch detective, couldn't really argue with two FBI agents and a little girl, so it was a joke in vain.

After leaving the 12th Precinct, Cassell was still chatting with Jack, "Can you help me get a copy of those photos?"

"What copy?" Jack was confused.

"It's those on-site photos that imitate the plot of my novel. You know, several fellow writers and I sometimes have poker games. You can't imagine how jealous they would be if I took out these photos."

Kassel's expression could not even be described as beaming, it was simply heartless to the extreme.

"A crazy imitator, you know, in the world of suspense novels, this means the highest honor, the highest medal."

"I think it's better to send your dad back. Maybe those muscular Billys in prison will make him sober up." Jack said to Alexis rather helplessly.

The latter showed an apologetic expression, saying that he had nothing to do with this father who always wanted to cause a lot of trouble even if there was no trouble.

Although with the endorsement of Dana Moger and Frank Regan, Jack can freely choose whether to participate in the NYPD case, he does not intend to participate in the case of the 12th Precinct.

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

Early the next morning, before the two got up, they received a call from Jubal, informing them to rush to Bedford, less than 50 miles north of Manhattan.

Bedford is like the Beverly Hills of Los Angeles to New York. A lot of wealthy people live here. It is one of the safest areas around New York. There are less than a handful of violent crimes throughout the year.

"The people who live in this kind of place must be at least billionaires, like George Soros?" Along the way, the huge castle-like buildings came, and the little rich woman Hannah couldn't help but be speechless.

Jack parked the car and found that the place was surrounded by various police vehicles. In addition to their FBI vehicles, there were also many vehicles from local county police and state police.

Jubal was vague on the phone, only mentioned that someone was missing, and other information was still being collected. Jack parked the car on the side of the road, put on his blue coat with the FBI logo together with Hannah, and found a black woman. The county police asked about the situation.

"About forty-five minutes ago we received a call from a witness who said he was walking his dog and here he saw a man drag a young girl into a car and drive away."

Jack looked at the time, and then looked at Hannah meaningfully. They arrived with the siren in less than half an hour, but the policewoman in front of him said that the incident took place in forty-five minutes. Before, this was interesting.

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

The black policewoman shook her head, "He didn't dare to get closer to check. He could only confirm that it was a gray car. The suspect was a middle-aged white man in his forties, and he had a gun."

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

"The missing girl's name is Chloe Ford. She is sixteen years old. Her father is billionaire Nathan Ford, the one over there. I guess this may be the reason why she was abducted."

The black policewoman followed Jack's gaze and looked behind her, then nodded.

As expected, it was a case involving the top group of people in the country. No wonder the FBI received the news and arranged for him and Hannah to go out within fifteen minutes of the incident.

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

"Hello, Mr. Ford." Jack and Hannah briefly introduced themselves. It seemed that because they saw the FBI arriving in such a timely manner, the billionaire's anxious expression relaxed slightly and he took the initiative to shake hands with them.

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

Nathan Ford rubbed his face, trying to calm down.

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

"I noticed you have adequate surveillance installed around your home?"

"Yes, including the two cameras above the gate, one on the left and one on the left. The housekeeper has already set up these surveillance cameras. You can check them at any time." Nathan Ford answered.

"Thank you. I'll send the surveillance to the operations center. A monitoring team will arrive shortly. They will take over all your communication tools. I hope Mr. Ford can cooperate."

In this type of kidnapping case, Hannah actually has more experience than Jack. After all, the latter has only handled two serious kidnapping cases. One of them was not interested in money and just wanted to kidnap a pair of twins to be his wife. narcissism.

The current kidnapping case seems to be 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. Ford, in your opinion, who around you might do such a thing?"

"I can't think of it, I'm sorry, my mind is a little confused right now." Nathan Ford shook his head, his face still ugly.

"Where's your wife?" Jack reminded. Apart from kidnapping and blackmail, custody battles were always the first suspicion.

"She passed away due to an accident three years ago." Nathan Ford lowered his head, with sadness in his eyes.

Jack didn't expect that the first question would hit someone's heartache. He coughed dryly and apologized quickly.

Seems like just gastroenteritis? better.