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

Chapter 1383 The Mysterious Killer Team

Jack's plan was simple: to scare Matheson.

Reese was waiting for the killer to come. The tracker found on Powell was still working, but the killer had not shown up yet. He probably planned to wait until the second half of the night to act.

"I'm sorry, I've told you everything I know." Matheson, who was about to return to the office, was suddenly stopped by Jack, with an impatient look on his face.

Jack simply flashed his ID in front of him, "I think you misunderstood, Mr. Matheson, I'm not a reporter."

"FBI?" The tall, thin, middle-aged white man's suspicious eyes kept switching between Jack's face and his ID, but soon he showed an expression of sudden realization.

"You're the Jake Tawaller. I've heard of you, the star detective. So are you in charge of this case now?"

Matheson forced a smile and said, "But I have already provided all the information I can to your colleagues.

I'm sorry I don't have time right now, because of the unfortunate incident that just happened, there are too many things that need to be dealt with immediately in my office."

"Are you going to deal with the investigation against you by the Federal Prosecutor's Office?"

Jack's words made the other person's face change drastically.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Agent Tawole." Matheson's forced smile suddenly disappeared, and his tone became a little stiff. "These are just some insignificant minor issues. My legal team is already handling them.

For the FBI, isn't it most important to catch the murderer of Delancey? I know your boss, Ms. Dana Moger, if I remember correctly, she was at the party. "

"Yes, and my boss, Ms. Moger, was attending the dinner as Senator (Zoe) Anderson's female companion, so you might as well take a look at who is in the black Saab across the street?"

Jack turned half of his body to the side, and at the same time, as if as agreed with him, the passenger door of the Subaru opened, and Maureen, wearing a dark women's suit, got out of the car gracefully.

Holding a lighted candle in her hand, she walked to the steps at the entrance of the hotel where a small national flag and a portrait of De Lancey were placed. She put down the candle, bowed her head and observed a moment of silence before turning and leaving.

As she passed by the two men, Maureen said nothing. She just looked at Matheson deeply, nodded slightly, and then went back to wait by the Saab bus.

"Congressman Anderson believes that this assassination is too sensational, so he wants me to talk to you about the murderer Powell who is on the run."

Jack snapped his fingers in front of Matheson, signaling him to return his attention to their conversation. "I am sure I can find Powell, either his body or hand him over to someone you designate.

But before that, Madam, I would like to ask you for a favor, a favor that may be repaid in the future, or may not need to be repaid."

Hearing this, Matheson looked around uneasily, and swallowed his saliva with forced calmness, "I don't understand. I am just a small person..."

Jack interrupted him impatiently, "That's not something I, a small figure, can know, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that after De Lancey's death, as his deputy, you are the most likely person to inherit his political legacy, right?"

Handing his business card to Matheson, Jack patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you have a whole night to think about it, but it's best not to wait until dawn. You should know that our FBI is the most professional in hunting down wanted criminals." Stunned Matheson watched Jack walk quickly across the road after he finished speaking, first respectfully opened the car door for Maureen, the same-sex "wife" of Congressman Anderson, then quickly walked around the front of the car and drove away.

His face turned pale and blue, flickering back and forth like a neon light for a long time. Matheson turned his head to look around again, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he turned around and went back into the hotel.

"Good job, that guy should have taken the bait." Maureen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had no sense of road safety and tried to harass someone who was driving seriously.

Jack held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed down her mischievous left hand. "Was I too straightforward just now? Will that guy be fooled?"

Maureen, who had been a professor before, now turned into a spoiled little woman. She pouted and took out Jack's cell phone from his pocket, tapping on it angrily.

"Does that little program really work? Although it does say that the cloning was successful."

Before he finished speaking, Jack's phone beeped and the screen indicated that Matheson's newly cloned phone was making an outgoing call.

"I think I should have made it very clear before. Only I can contact you, but not the other way around." As the call was connected, a female voice changed by a voice changer spoke first without waiting for Matheson to speak.

"Remember to press the record button." Jack reminded. Seeing Maureen put a finger to her lips, he couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, we can hear their conversation, but they can't hear us."

At this time, Matheson's voice came from the receiver, "I hired you because you promised me that you could handle everything."

"Of course, and I did manage it." The distorted female voice replied.

"Then why is Powell still alive? You boasted to me about your omnipotence, but now such a big mistake has been made." Matheson said sarcastically.

"I have all your emails, contacts, all your passwords. I can empty your accounts, cash out your stocks, and even send your ex-wife pictures of the mansion you bought in the Caribbean."

Before the distorted female voice finished speaking, Jack's phone received a message simultaneously. In addition to a photo of a mansion, the message even included a detailed address and longitude and latitude coordinates.

Matheson was almost immediately scared when he received the photo. "Oh no, stop it, stop it. You have already made your ability clear enough."

Jack and Maureen smiled at each other, their little trick really worked, and Matheson, who was guilty of a crime, took the initiative to contact the team of killers he hired after just a little bluff.

"Powell and his friend who appeared out of nowhere will be dealt with soon. You just need to prepare the balance." The distorted female voice said and hung up the phone.

Maureen's finger continued to poke at the phone screen, saving the recording and sending it to Finch.

Soon Jack's cell phone rang, and Finch asked worriedly, "Jack, do you think Mr. Reese needs support?"

(End of this chapter)