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

Chapter 1306: Reese's Minor Accident

After picking up Reese, who looked unhappy, at the entrance of a remote alley in Harlem, Jack drove to the county detention center while holding back his laughter.

Someone had just broken into the home of a third suspect, Charles Robinson, a former convict who was said to have written threatening letters to two assistant prosecutors in prison, but was caught red-handed when the suspect was returning home from get off work.

Finch seemed to underestimate Reese's ability, and the two did not conflict.

After Charles Robinson entered the room and noticed Reese's presence, he thought he was a thief who broke into the house. He turned his back to him from beginning to end and even said some words to persuade him to be kind.

"Robinson is clearly not who we are looking for," Reese said after getting in the car.

"There was only one genuine Bible in his room, on which he had written a bunch of thoughts and reflections. Apart from that, there was neither the Old Testament nor the Book of Revelation."

Some of the contents in the Old Testament and the Book of Revelation are difficult to describe in words, and are often regarded as treasures by religious fanatics, who then "misinterpret" and use them for their own benefit.

"Are you interested in joining the BAU? I feel that you are very talented in criminal psychology. Although you are a little old, I think I can open a back door for you." Jack joked.

Reese didn't smile, but a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. "Although I don't like killing people, everything the CIA taught me is for better killing."

"Then you can start by shooting his knee first, and then kill him if he dares to resist." Jack took out a certificate from his pocket and threw it to him.

As soon as Reese opened it, a NYPD badge fell out.

Jack raised his eyebrows and explained, "Although it is fake, you can also treat it as real because it was handed to me personally by the Commissioner of the NYPD.

The number above is also real. I will ask Finch to photoshop a photo of your ID and send it to me. I will help update it to the NYPD’s personnel database.”

Reese looked at the young FBI meaningfully, but ultimately said nothing.

Jack was able to do this, so of course he understood what it meant. It was obvious that the FBI and NYPD were supporting them together.

When Reese was in the CIA, although most of his missions were carried out abroad, he had also carried out assassinations in the country. However, this was the first time he had experienced an "illegal investigation" like this, with the NYPD and the FBI behind it, ready to help rescue people at any time.

All of this was made possible by this extremely young-looking FBI man in front of him. You have to know that just a few years ago, when this guy appeared in front of him, he was just a rookie patrolman of the LAPD.

"If that 'Mr. Finch' is really as powerful as he boasts, maybe we can let him hack into the FBI database to check Jack's past," this thought flashed through Reese's mind.

Jack naturally had no idea what the decadent uncle next to him was thinking, and he wouldn't care even if he knew.

He used to be in a state of panic. After all, the serial killers he had to deal with after joining the BAU were really scary. They couldn't be locked up even in prison, and it seemed like they could run out at any time to harm his relatives and friends.

After the Boston Death, Jack's thoughts gradually changed. This world is real after all. There are no serial killers who can't be killed no matter what, and there are not so many lucky people who can survive after being shot in the fatal parts. Now, almost everyone around him, including the girls, is good at fighting. Even the writer Cassel's shooting skills are far better than ordinary people.

In addition, he had previously "rehired" a retired CIA agent to form the security company "Shangri-La Group". So he and Chris had officially become the kind of people who possessed a certain amount of private force within the Federation.

The safety of Zoe and Maureen is now also the responsibility of the security company under the name of "Shangri-La Group".

Therefore, Jack is not as secretive as he was in the beginning, but just keeps a certain degree of low profile, unlike some other FBI agents who regard showing up in front of the news media as their highest pursuit.

Sufficient exposure and fame have always been the only way for FBI agents to get promoted and get a raise. However, Jack doesn't need that at all. As long as he doesn't commit serious crimes like "treason", the thickness of his merit book is enough for him to secure a senior position in the FBI at Hotchner's current age.

"So, why are we going to the county detention center? Even if you have the identity of a detective, unauthorized visits to suspects who are not related to your case will leave records and arouse suspicion from others." Jack asked curiously.

Although Reese's thoughts were in turmoil, he still kept a poker face and spoke in his usual hoarse voice. To put it nicely, it could be described as a magnetic bass. If J.K. Rowling used her words, it would be described as a hissing sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Of course it's because our 'Mr. Finch' has been monitoring Ms. Diane Hansen's phone, and 20 minutes ago, he discovered that she called the detention center and asked to meet with Lawrence Pope alone."

"An assistant prosecutor privately meets with the accused? That sounds a little unusual."

Although Jack no longer has to help Hotchner deal with a lot of paperwork like he did when he was in the BAU, and most of the criminals he handles don't have the trouble of going to court (basically they are all shot or handed over to the local police), he still has this basic common sense.

If the district prosecutor wants to reach a prosecution bargain with the defendant, the defendant's lawyer must be present. What is a private meeting? Do you want to persuade the defendant to plead guilty in court?

Jack's driving speed was always fast, and even when he encountered a traffic jam, he could still drive smoothly with the hidden police lights on. So when the two arrived outside the county detention center, the meeting inside had just begun.

One good thing about today's smartphones is that each piece of hardware, such as the camera and microphone, can be controlled individually through software.

Therefore, the hacked smartphone is equivalent to a portable eavesdropping device. Even if it is not in a call state, Reese only needs to sit in the car, open the APP installed by Finch on his phone, and then turn on the speaker, and Jack will hear the conversation inside.

"Shouldn't my lawyer be present at a time like this?"

Obviously, the defendant Lawrence Pope was not completely ignorant of the law. Jack had read his file. Although he had committed many crimes, he was at least a veteran who had been to prison many times.

"I can call him right now if you need me to, but the reason I'm here is because I know you're not the real murderer."

Hearing Diane Hansen say this, Reese and Jack in the car looked at each other in surprise.

The woman's voice continued on the phone, "I think you were not the one at the scene when 911 was called. Someone threatened you and asked you to take the blame, or else they would hurt the person who actually witnessed it."

(End of this chapter)