American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1293 Reese's Doubts

In response to Jack's question, Reese chose to remain silent.

Jack was not in a hurry. Instead, he walked to the window sill facing the street and half-opened the window, letting the cold early winter wind filled with the smell of car exhaust blow into the room, sweeping away the sour smell mixed with alcohol.

"How long have we not seen each other? Three years or four years? Before, a CIA agent named Matt once tried to ask me about you. He said that he heard you mention me when they were drinking together." (Chapter 478)
Reese's response was a long silence. Just when Jack was wondering if this guy had fallen asleep with his head down, he heard him whisper back.

"So they do suspect my death?"

It’s good that there is a reaction. Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but it didn’t show on his face. “Then I don’t know. In a subsequent mission, Matt died in front of me.

After that, although I had a lot of dealings with your CIA, I never met anyone who claimed to be your friend again. "

"Are you trying to say that you are not helping the CIA to arrest me?" Even though he still looked drunk, Reese remained wary of Jack.

After all, he just had a good impression of Jack at the beginning, but the two of them didn't have much friendship. Apart from the meeting at the dock, the two of them also dealt with each other because of a spy case, but that was all. (Chapter 324)
"Of course not." Jack denied decisively, "I came here to ask you for help."

"You're an FBI agent, and you're asking me for help?" Reese's greasy face showed a slightly sarcastic smile. "If you want me to kill someone for you, I'm sorry you've found the wrong person."

Jack responded with a fake smile, "Even if I really have this need, with the level you've shown now, I'll have to assign you a professional cleaning team.

Instead of that, I might as well spend 200 bucks to find a drug addict on the street who knows how to use a gun. As long as his hands don't shake too much, the result will not be much different from finding you, right? "

Reese was obviously choked. After a brief silence, he stood up from his seat and patted his dirty woolen coat. "If you just want to humiliate me, I'm sorry I can't accompany you."

Jack wasn't a germaphobe, but he still subconsciously dodged the large cloud of dust mixed with dandruff and other things that flew up from his coat.

“I really came to ask you for help, just a small favor, if you want a reward, I will give you an unexpected surprise afterwards.

And I promise you that this deal can be terminated at any time, and if you are not satisfied with the surprise and still want to kill yourself in various ways afterwards, I will also provide enough alcohol for you to drown yourself. "

"Surprise?" Reese's expressionless face trembled, or rather twitched, and he took out a whiskey bottle that was almost empty from his pocket, opened the cork and took a sip.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"
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A man in a suit and tie with some graying hair on his temples walked quickly into the 12th Precinct carrying a briefcase.

The police officer took him to Danny. The man, who looked like a lawyer and was in fact a lawyer, handed over his business card and said, "I'm here for my client."

Danny took the business card and looked at it. He was shocked by the golden letters on it. "'Cravath, Swaine & Moore'. Damn, I don't remember when I caught a billionaire."

"Cravath, Swaine & Moore" is the oldest "white shoe firm" (elite law firm) in New York City and one of the top law firms in the entire federal government.

But they generally only provide services to those consortiums with a market value of tens of billions or those well-known billionaires in New York, specializing in various capital market operations, corporate mergers and acquisitions, intellectual property litigation, etc. Therefore, even Danny, who deals with lawyers almost every day, received the business card of this law firm for the first time.

The expressionless lawyer nodded slightly to Danny, raised his hand and pointed at Reese who was sitting in a daze in the reception room, "Detective Reagan, that's him."

Danny blinked, his expression a little strange, "Your client is not in any trouble. In fact, he was just acting in self-defense and can leave at any time."

"Then thank you for your help." The lawyer nodded and was about to step forward, but was stopped again.

"Excuse me, may I know your client's name? He hasn't spoken since he was called to the police station." Danny's face was full of curiosity.

The lawyer's face remained expressionless. Although his tone was gentle, it carried an unquestionable rejection. "Sorry, if there is no problem, I will take my client away."

Danny shrugged nonchalantly, "OK, help yourself."

Reese followed the lawyer in a suit out of the 12th precinct and asked, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Lawyer, but who is the one who paid the bill?"

The lawyer did not respond, but nodded towards a black Lincoln parked on the side of the road. The two burly men waiting by the car took two steps forward and stood on both sides of Reese, one on the left and one on the right.

One of them was nearly two meters tall, half a head taller than Reese, who was nearly 1 meters tall. His bass voice seemed to have its own reverberation when he spoke, "Sir, my boss wants to talk to you."

After saying that, he opened the back door of Lincoln for Reese. Although he made a gesture of invitation, it implied that he could not refuse.

Sitting in a parking space on the street not far away, Jack watched the Lincoln slowly disappear around the corner, then he slowly started the engine and followed.
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It was almost dawn when Reese appeared again, near the entrance of a subway station not far from the Brooklyn Bridge.

The black Audi R8 stopped beside him silently like a ghost, and the passenger door opened. Reese, who still looked like a homeless man, glanced at Jack in the driver's seat, bent down and sat in the car.

"Did you see that guy?" Jack started the car again.

Reese was full of doubts at this time. He had a lot of questions to ask but didn't know how to start. In the end, he chose to answer first, "A bored rich man who calls himself Mr. Finch, how do you know he would look for me?"

"I did some research beforehand, privately." Jack drove onto the Long Island Expressway and continued to ask, "Did he tell you what he wanted to do with you?"

At this moment, Reese was no longer expressionless like before, but his full beard made it difficult for people to tell what he was thinking, "I don't understand, first you, then that rich idiot, why did you come to me at the same time?

You want me to help you, do you want me to investigate him? Then I suggest you don't waste your time, this guy is just a rich man with delusions. "

(End of this chapter)