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

Chapter 1403 Rossi's Stalker

Of course, the cheap eggs and the like were just someone's nonsense. The real reason was that Hotchner had just contacted him. Rossi seemed to have encountered some troubles recently and there were suspected suspicious people around him.

A certain self-righteous old man didn't take this seriously and directly rejected the bureau's arrangement to send two additional agents to accompany him for protection.

Hotchner had no choice but to call New York. It seemed that in his opinion, this was the only person who could persuade that stubborn old man.

Although he hasn't been back to Los Angeles for a while, Jack still meets up with his old friends quite frequently. During his previous trip to Europe, a group of LAPD officers came with their families to join in the fun.

Later, because the wanted criminal team was too busy, Red and Emily from the BAU were seconded to help.

Therefore, Jack directly chose the earliest red-eye flight and flew back to the West Coast alone overnight. Since there was a three-hour time difference between the East and West Coasts, it was still dark when he landed.

Jack was in good spirits after taking a nap on the plane. Because he had less sleep time nowadays, he even had the leisure to type for a while.

Although "Shangri-La" has long used Hollywood resources to mass-produce short dramas like an assembly line, as the originator of the "Jack" and "Mary Sue" genres, he can still come up with one or two eye-catching scripts from time to time.

At a time when major Hollywood film and television production companies are fawning on a minority of people and ignoring the box office to do all kinds of shitty things, many film and television production teams under "Shangri-La" are relying on their own streaming media advantages to go against the current and conquer the corners that no one pays attention to.

Nowadays, those well-produced short videos and short dramas can no longer meet the needs of the vast majority of people in Europe and the United States. Now that everyone has a smartphone, it has become a trend to directly release online movies and TV series through online platforms.

For example, Jack previously wrote a brainless and exciting film, a love action film about two super snipers, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, who were stationed in a high tower respectively, and joined forces to fight small monsters on both sides of the canyon across the abyss. It was well received on the day it was launched on Valentine's Day.

Although there were a lot of critics who said that the plot was old-fashioned, the male and female protagonists were not LGBT enough, and an African character died at the beginning, and the ratings on major charts were also severely suppressed, the paid on-demand viewing volume proved everything.

Because Jack arrived in Los Angeles too late, he did not ask his friends to pick him up at the airport. An employee from the Shangri-La security department drove his restored Mammoth to the terminal exit.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, when Rossi walked out of his villa in Beverly Hills as usual, he looked up and saw the "Mammoth" parked in his driveway.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and made an unpleasant expression.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me?" Jack happily opened the door and got out of the car, giving him a warm hug.

Rossi's pretended angry expression didn't last for half a minute before he slightly curled up the corners of his mouth. After all, he wasn't really an old stubborn man who wouldn't change. This feeling of being cared for made it difficult for him to continue being angry.

"Aaron (Hotchner) is making a big fuss about it, but I'm not too old to take care of myself."

"I just heard that eggs in California are cheaper than in New York, so I came back to buy some eggs." Jack still played his egg joke. After all, this is the hottest topic in the United States right now.

At this time, Rossi no longer hides his age and opens his mouth, "I have lived for more than 60 years, and I never thought that I would see the day when the profit from smuggling eggs exceeds that from selling drugs."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the federal building. Hotchner said there's a new case today." Jack took the car key from Rossi and opened the electronic lock of a Porsche Cayenne GTS in the driveway with two beeps. Some people are really old but not old at heart. They drive a Cayenne and choose the sports version. This car is considered a luxury car worth more than $100,000 in the United States, but Rossi uses it as a means of transportation to work.

Jack started the car and turned on the car stereo. The song playing on the CD player was "I Love Rock-n-Roll" by the rock queen Joan Jett.

The old man and the young man kept swaying their heads, listening to rock music and chatting casually all the way until the car approached the city center.

"Stop at the intersection ahead. There's the best 'Restaurant' in the city." Rossi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pointed to the coffee shop ahead.

"Ristretto" is a type of Italian coffee and also the one with the highest concentration. It is very suitable for a cup in the morning, and the effect of refreshing the mind can be said to be immediate.

Although older people should drink less coffee, Rossi is of Italian descent, and the BAU has a case today, so Jack didn't say anything.

When he was in BAU, he strictly controlled everyone's coffee drinking.

Of course there were other reasons for stopping to buy coffee. When they left Beverly Hills, a silver-gray Mondeo followed behind them.

The stalker was following the Cayenne almost blatantly, as if he was afraid of losing it. This made Jack a little confused, mainly because he had never seen such a weakling.

"Pay for your coffee yourself." Rossi looked at the latte ordered by Jack with disdain, and walked out of the coffee shop with a cup of "Ristretto" in each hand.

The silver-gray Mondeo was parked behind the Cayenne. An African-American beauty with delicate features sitting in the driver's seat saw Rossi coming towards her and picked up her cell phone in panic, pretending she was on a call.

Jack seldom uses the word "delicate facial features" to describe African girls, but the girl in front of him was obviously a second or third generation mixed-race girl. Apart from her slightly darker skin color, she did not have the big nostrils common among Africans, nor did she have thick lips. She even gave people the feeling that she looked quite delicate.

Rossi came to the car window, leaned over, raised the coffee cup in his hand and gestured, a fake smile on his old face.

The girl in the car was obviously unable to pretend anymore. She lowered the window and said "Hi", with the ending tone so nervous that it trembled a little.

Rossi glanced back at Jack, with an expression that said, "I told you guys you guys are worrying about nothing," and turned to the girl and said, "I think you might need this.

I noticed you following me the day before yesterday, and at first I thought it was just a coincidence, but since someone is worried about my safety and flew all the way from New York to Los Angeles to protect me, I think it’s better to come and ask directly.”

The girl had big African-American eyes. After blinking nervously twice, she managed a smile and took the coffee from Rossi. "This is a long story."

"It doesn't matter. I'm a writer, and I hate stories that can be told in just a few sentences."

The smile on Rossi's face was fake, and only Jack, who knew him well, knew that the old man was actually a little angry at the moment.

(End of this chapter)