Chapter 564 Observing the interrogation
In fact, for Jack, there are still many places to play in New York. For example, there is a military museum converted from an aircraft carrier on the Hudson River. In "I Am Legend", Will Smith stood on it to fight. Golf's Intrepid ship.
Jack made a list and planned to play through all the famous scenes in the movie after this period of time was over.
When we arrived at the reception, the time was just right. Hannah, who was wearing a blue dress, was chatting with Alexis, who was wearing a burgundy dress, at the foot of the steps. The two beauties, one big and one small, were standing together, and they all looked the same. The sweet type, very eye-catching.
"Sorry, Your Highnesses, I'm late."
Jack walked between the two of them and raised his arms at the same time. The two girls looked at each other and smiled, holding his arms one on the left and the other on the right.
"Is the case over?" Hannah asked.
"Yes, the prosecutor's office re-submitted new evidence during the afternoon hearing. After that, this guy will be extradited to Florida. I believe the enthusiastic Florida people will entertain him well."
After Jack finished answering, seeing Alexis' little face filled with question marks, he told the Donald Burns case from the beginning.
"It sounds more attractive than some story about a suave private detective and a femme fatale competing for wits. Will you write it into your novel?" Alexis asked curiously.
"Maybe. In fact, when I was in BAU, there were many exciting cases, but if you say that, my dad will be sad." Although Jack said this, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.
"Why do I feel that you are more of the protagonist tonight than me?" Cassel waved his sore wrist to meet the three of them, and made a joke to Jack who was "hugging him on the left and on the right", even among the female fans. His favorite is to sign on the chest, but his hands will get sore if he signs too many.
"Daddy." Alexis had just finished saying "bad things" about her father. She let go of Jack's arm with some guilt, hugged Cassel's arm and started acting coquettishly.
"So is this really the end of your Derek Storm series? There's been a lot of speculation that you'll bring him back to life in the next book, just like Conan Doyle once did, I heard. Fans and readers have already sent you threatening letters.”
Jack still admires this guy very much. Only when you do it yourself will you know how difficult it is.
Cassell's "Derek Storm" series earned him at least four to five million dollars, but this guy ended up chopping down such a money tree because he had no inspiration. I really don't know whether to call him a prodigal or a prodigal. Praise him for his artistic pursuits.
"Of course not. Derek Storm is already dead. The scene is bloody and his head has a big hole. But don't worry, he is not a goose that lays golden eggs. This is the place."
As he spoke, Cassel pointed to his head, and looked at Jack expectantly, with a hint of nervousness, but also looked at him expectantly, "So Jack, are you here with good news today? "
Jack originally wanted to bluff him, but after thinking about it, he decided that it was unnecessary. He would not be as naive as this guy.
"Director Reagan has agreed."
Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by an excited Cassel and said, "Oh, that's great, I thought..."
The smell of this perfume made him want to sneeze. Jack forcefully opened his arm and added, "But you may have to sign a bunch of disclaimers. Also, don't forget what I said, talk to Detective Beckett in advance. Say hello or else.”
"Otherwise what? I seem to have heard someone mention my name." Kate Beckett, still dressed smartly, appeared next to the two of them and asked doubtfully.
"Aha, Detective Beckett! Are you also a big fan of my books? It's such a surprise to see you here." Cassel quickly said haha, while taking the initiative to reach out to the other party, and at the same time desperately facing Jack Wink.
"Well, we were just chatting about the last case, and we just happened to talk about you, Detective Beckett." Jack was not helping Cassel hide it, he just didn't want the other party to know that he was involved in this matter.
In fact, no police detective likes to have a follower behind him while working, recording his every move, let alone having to be distracted from protecting him when facing a criminal.
Beckett ignored someone's hand reaching out to her, turned around and said hello to Hannah and Alexis, then shook hands with Jack, then looked at Cassel with a serious face, and said He showed his police badge.
"I need to ask you a few questions about a murder that occurred earlier tonight. Come back to the police station with me, Mr. Cassell."
Beckett took away the confused Cassel, leaving the three of them looking at each other.
"Has my father been arrested?" Although Alexis said this, her little face full of gossip showed no sign of worry for her father.
"It seems like he was just assisting in the investigation. There may be some clues related to him in this case." Hannah touched Alexis' little head and comforted her.
"Are you interested in watching how your father was interrogated?" Jack said with a bad smile. The real owner of the reception was taken away. There is nothing interesting here, so why not go and watch the gossip.
Alexis' eyes widened, "Is it really okay?"
Hannah's eyes also flashed with the flames of gossip, "Of course, there are two FBI standing in front of you."
Unlike Danny Regan, a senior detective affiliated with the NYPD Major Crimes Division, Beckett is just an ordinary detective in the 12th Precinct of New York City.
In fact, what even Jack didn't know was that in his previous life, the NYPD's 12th Precinct did not exist, or had been abolished, and the original 12th Precinct office was changed to the NYPD Museum.
Therefore, the XX Precinct mentioned in many TV dramas or movies about the NYPD are all canceled units like the 12th Precinct.
Of course, in this world, that is another matter. Whether it is the 12th, 15th, or 22nd Precinct, they are all real now.
The director of the 12th Precinct, Superintendent Roy Montgomery, was Beckett's immediate boss. He was a middle-aged black man with a serious face. Hearing the purpose of the two FBI's visit, he didn't take it too seriously. He casually summoned a passing police officer to take them there. into the interrogation room.
Whether it is NYPD or LAPD, the layout of the interrogation room is similar. One room is separated by soundproof one-way glass, and the conversation here can be clearly heard through the loudspeaker in the monitoring room at the other end.
Because the three of them arrived at the police station right after Cassel and Beckett, when they slipped into the surveillance room and sent away the equally curious police officer, the conversation next door had just begun.
I feel a little unwell today, have some diarrhea, and slept a little longer. This chapter is a bit late, sorry.