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

Chapter 1365 The Doctor's Careful Preparation (Two Chapters in One)
"After we came out of the bar, we went to his house and he spiked my drink with something and I lost consciousness."

A pretty girl, with tears in her eyes, recounted her unfortunate experience amid the sympathetic gazes of the crowd.

Jack was in a community group of a mutual aid nature at the time, which was the kind of mutual aid organization where men, women, old and young gathered together, told their unfortunate experiences, and then enlightened each other.

Similar groups include new mothers' support groups and the Alcoholics Anonymous group where Jubal once attended.

This kind of mutual aid society is usually organized by the church or social workers. It is somewhat similar to the organized life that was once popular in Seres, but usually there is a clear theme each time, such as quitting gambling, quitting drinking, etc.

It is generally believed that if people speak out about their mistakes or misfortunes and receive encouragement or help from others, it will help them reform or prevent them from going to extremes in their thinking in a lonely environment.

Simply put, after the wound becomes festered, the simplest treatment method is to puncture the abscess, squeeze out the pus, clean and disinfect the wound, so that people can face their pain.

After confirming last night that the doctor was "fishing," Reese said he had a way to make Benton "disappear" and solve "Beanie" Detective Fusco's troubles at the same time.

Jack probably guessed what he was thinking and was not optimistic about it, but at the same time he also thought that it might not be impossible to give it a try. Maybe it would work.
So the person responsible for following the female doctor today was temporarily replaced by Jack.

He originally thought that Dr. Tillman would work hard at the hospital all day and go to the bar to "fish" at night just like she did in the past few days. No matter how she wanted to get revenge, she would definitely try to contact Benton further.

The result was unexpected. Not only did the female doctor leave work early from the hospital, which was rare, she also did not dress up and go to the bar after get off work. Instead, she came to this mutual aid group with the theme of "sexual assault".

The atmosphere in the mutual aid meeting was a little depressing at this time. No one was whispering to each other, let alone any uncomfortable whispering. Everyone had a serious expression and looked with sympathy at the girl who was whispering about her experience.

"When I woke up, I found myself lying face down on his bed, naked. I wanted to find my clothes, to scream, to call the police, or to call my family.
But I was so scared at the time that I just left crying and did nothing."

Dr. Tillman was watching the girl speaking intently and did not notice Jack's appearance. Her brows were furrowed, the corners of her mouth were slightly drooping, her eyes were sparkling, and there was anger hidden in her sympathy, like a volcanic lake that was brewing destructive energy.

"He acted like nothing had happened, was laughing and telling me how wild I was, and said we'd see each other at work.

Until now, I can see him every day when I go to work, and when he looks at me, he always has that sickening smile on his face.

But I need this job and I can’t quit because I have a child to support.”

Hearing this, Dr. Tillman bit his lower lip tightly, and seemed to finally be unable to bear it. He left his seat and walked quickly towards the corridor.

After waiting for a while, Jack also stood up and followed. Tillman did not leave, but stood in front of the self-service coffee machine in the corridor in a daze.

"Dr. Tillman, I didn't expect to meet you here." Jack made a surprised expression as if he had just discovered the other person.

"Who are you?" Tillman, who was thinking with his head down, raised his head subconsciously. It took him a while to recognize the handsome young man in front of him. "Mr. Finch's nephew?"

"Yes, that's right. I didn't expect to meet you here." Seeing her subconsciously stretch out her hand, Jack also stretched out his hand and shook hands with her. The female doctor's palms were cold and full of sweat.

Seeing the other party's puzzled look, he continued to say what he had thought of long ago, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself first, Jack, I am a writer, and I am currently collecting materials for a new novel, so my friend suggested that I could participate in more similar community activities.

To be honest, before I came here, I didn’t expect to hear such a painful story.”

"So you are a writer?" Tillman seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and couldn't help but look at Jack again with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Yeah." Jack seemed unaware and continued to speak, "My friend is also a writer, of course he is much more famous than me. Maybe you have heard that he followed a female NYPD detective and was deeply involved in various cases. He has published three best-selling books in a row."

"Oh, you mean the great writer Rick Cassel, he is your friend?" Tillman's mouth twitched, and she forced a smile to show that she was a little surprised by the answer.

Jack nodded, not intending to continue on this topic, but glanced at the self-service coffee machine in front of them, "Can I buy you a cup? Actually, there's nothing to choose from these coffees, they all taste equally bad, but you look like you really need it."

Tillman lowered her head slightly. Unlike the previous nights when she went to the bar, she wore almost no makeup today, only a little lipstick out of social etiquette. Her hair was also tied up high in a bun, just like when she was working.

Jack put in a coin and handed a cup of steaming hot coffee to the female doctor. He also held a cup himself. The two smiled at each other, and the slight awkwardness before disappeared.

Seeing that her slightly pale cheeks were slightly flushed and she seemed to have finally come out of her previous depressed mood, the young "writer" asked tentatively.

"So, that lady in there, do you know her?"

"No." Tillman sipped his coffee and shook his head slightly. "I just know someone who had a similar experience as her. A friend of mine."

Seeing her lower her head again, as if unwilling to say more, Jack took the initiative to guide the topic, "It's really sad. For various reasons, in order to keep their jobs or other unspeakable reasons, they usually rarely ask for help from the people around them.

But I still admire the courage of that woman to speak out about her experience in public."

Seeing that Tillman still kept his head down and said nothing, Jack continued to probe, "I have a friend who almost lost his lover for some stupid reasons.

Now that I think about it, if he had recognized his own heart earlier and done something in time, perhaps things would not have turned out so badly. "

As if these words finally aroused empathy, Tillman let out a long sigh, "Yeah, it took me a long time to figure out what happened to my friend, but it was too late.

I thought I could accept the reality, try not to think about her, do my job well, and live a good life. "

She hid the tears in her eyes behind the mist rising from the coffee cup, but her voice still couldn't help but choke up a little, "Then a month ago, I met that man."

Jack nodded in understanding, and continued in a slightly literary tone, "Then everything came back. Those sad past events, those little bits and pieces, all turned into a dagger, piercing the wounds that we thought were healed."

He was careful not to use the word hatred, but after wiping away the tears from his eyes, Tillman's expression became firm, his eyes full of hatred. "Yes, he was having dinner at a small French restaurant near my home. He was dating a woman and looked so proud of himself."

The female doctor's eyes were a little blurry, as if she had returned to that moment again. "You know, my world has been shattered, but he looks so calm. This is so unfair, isn't it?"
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"Finch, did you hear the previous conversation?" Jack tapped the earphone in his left ear.

Finch's voice was as calm as ever, without any emotional fluctuations, but after spending some time together, Jack had already mastered some of his daily habits.

Whenever this talented software engineer speaks faster and puts unconscious emphasis on certain syllables, it means that he is in a state of high tension or very angry, just like at this moment.

"I heard it very clearly, including what happened to the single mother."

Finch paused for a long while before continuing, "I have also read some files of similar cases you sent me before. Those men would use their identities, status, looks, positions and other convenient conditions to deceive, seduce and force those women.

Some of them secretly drugged them, while others simply lured them into taking drugs with them and then took the opportunity to violate them.

By the next morning, the women who have been assaulted would not dare to call the police out of fear and worry of retaliation, and some would even blame themselves.

I think that’s why people like Benton get away with it over and over again.”

"The most important thing is, these bastards who keep succeeding will never stop, and their list of victims will only get longer and longer." Jack watched Tillman hurried out of a house and quickly reclined the driver's seat to prevent him from being seen through the car window.

"So what about this Staten Island vacation home I'm looking at? Can you find out who owns it?"

“Yes, this is a vacation home owned by an old lady in her eighties living in Brooklyn. Not long ago, it was rented to a woman named Kate Lyman for $2500 a month.

It appears that this is a pseudonym used by Dr. Tillman.”

After answering Jack's question, Finch continued in a hesitant tone, "Agent Taverer, Mr. Reese just took Detective Fusco to a dangerous neighborhood in Harlem. Does he really not need your support?"

Jack opened the door and got out of the car. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He took out his lock picking tools and replied, "Detective Danny Reagan is on standby with Detective Beckett at the 12th Precinct. They will be backup if needed."

After waiting for a moment, Finch spoke again, "Any findings, Agent Tawole?"

"Maybe." Jack opened the door of the storage room and looked at the white plastic bottles with "Caustic Soda" industrial labels in front of him in a daze.

"Our doctors have enough here to wipe out a cow from this world."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by 'disappear'?" Finch was a little confused.

"Industrial sodium hydroxide, when mixed with water, will generate high temperatures and is highly corrosive, dissolving bones and hair completely.

The number of them I see is enough to make more than three Bentons disappear from this world completely."

Jack sucked in a breath of cold air as he spoke. There was the sea next to the holiday cottage. After melting the body with sodium hydroxide and flushing it into the sea, no trace would be left. It was absolutely perfect. So, isn't knowledge a kind of power?

"Is this also the knowledge that Quantico imparts to you FBI agents?" Finch, who was on the other end of the phone, felt a chill down his spine.

Jack's tone was a bit confusing, "I know an older lady from MI6, and this is one of her favorite ways to dispose of corpses.

She also reminded me that when using a bathtub as a reaction vessel, I must check the pipes connected to the sewer in advance, and they must be polyethylene plastic pipes instead of metal pipes.

After a long silence on the other end of the line, Finch's voice came again, "So Dr. Tillman is well prepared. Do you think she can get away with this?"

"It's hard to say." Jack had already walked into the bathroom and started to check the drainage pipe. "Although the pipe is indeed made of plastic, the connection head to the bathtub has not been replaced, so there is a high probability that an accident will occur halfway through the disposal of the body."

Finch fell silent again. Just when Jack thought he had nothing to say, his voice, almost talking to himself, came from the headset again.

"In fact, I can't help but wonder if what she's doing is really going to benefit the world."

Normally, as a federal agent, Jack should refute this idea with righteous words, but considering that this person could probably guess what he had done before, he really had no confidence.

So an FBI agent could only persuade her from another angle, "Reese and I are the same type of people, but Tillman is not. She is a doctor, not a killer. The emotions she showed at the support group were very wrong.

As much as I hate to say this, there is no going back on some things once you do them.

This may only happen once, but who can guarantee that we are not witnessing the birth of a serial killer with medical proficiency? "

"So what's your suggestion?" Finch asked after a moment's silence.

"There's no need to dirty a good man's hands, don't you think?" Jack asked back.

Finch was slightly stunned. “Are you saying that what Mr. Reese is doing right now will not succeed?”

Jack left the holiday cottage, closed the door behind him and sighed, "I also hope he can succeed, but to be honest, Reese may have underestimated the background and ability of a Wall Street banker.

Even if he is just a small and insignificant character among those people."

(End of this chapter)