Chapter 937 Atlantic City
Nigley drove Jack and Reacher to Franz's house again. In addition to visiting, he also suggested that the mother and son temporarily leave New York, a place of trouble.
Franz's wife Angela agreed, but it would take two days, because Franz's body had been handed over to the coroner's office by CSI and would be returned soon. The funeral would be held two days later.
After saying goodbye to the poor mother and son, the three drove directly out of New York and drove onto the New Jersey Expressway.
"Are you sure you don't need us to follow?" Hannah asked on the phone.
"You protect Angela and her children. If everything goes well, we will be back tomorrow." Jack looked in the rearview mirror and confirmed that a black SUV had caught up with their car before hanging up the phone.
In addition to fishing out the tracking guy, they also planned to go to Atlantic City, where Sanchez and Orozco's office was located.
When he was on the phone, Reacher was also on the phone, but he was still responded to by an official reply and a voicemail message.
"The people in Dixon's office still refuse to reveal her whereabouts?" Negley's expression was a little strange.
"At least we know she should be fine, but doing some undercover work. If she is on vacation, she should report her whereabouts to her office.
O'Donnell should have noticed the abnormality. Although he did not reply, he made a small change to his voice message. I left a message asking him to wait for us in Atlantic City."
After Reacher finished speaking, he saw Negley's face full of gossip, and couldn't help but stare at him, "Do you have anything to say?"
"Come on, we all know that you and Dixon were very interested in each other at the beginning. Have you slept together?" Although Negley is a woman, she speaks without scruples.
"Of course not." Reacher's eyes flickered a little, "That's not appropriate."
"Not appropriate? Is it not appropriate like Roscoe?" Jack joined the gossip when he was free.
"Who is Roscoe?" Negley glanced at Jack in the back seat and asked with interest.
"A police officer in the town of Maggrave, now the mayor's wife." Jack smiled wickedly.
"That's different, Jack." Reacher paused, not knowing whether he was emphasizing to Jack or himself, and repeated, "That's different."
The originally dull atmosphere in the car suddenly became cheerful. Instead of all three people being depressed, it is better to build the happiness of two people on the pain of one person.
Negley asked relentlessly, "We have been together for more than three years, but nothing happened between you and Dixon. How long have you been in Margrave Town? A month?"
"Less than a week." Jack continued to backstab, "The girl still misses him and is still single now."
Of course, his words are purely based on his own conviction. Roscoe may still be single because of the busy work of the mayor, but it does not prevent him from using this matter to tease and squeeze Reacher at this time.
"I told you that's different." Reacher was almost annoyed by these two guys, "We were soldiers at that time, and it was inappropriate to do that."
"What's the problem? You two are of the same rank, both majors." Nigley laughed so hard. Although she and Reacher were both teachers and friends in private before, they were in the military after all, with a strict superior-subordinate relationship.
"I was in charge of leading the team at that time, and it was very inappropriate and unethical to do that."
This sentence made the two gossipers fall silent. After a long silence, Nigley shook her head and sighed, "This is really a Reacher-style answer, old-fashioned and honest but awe-inspiring."
Eating melons happily, someone who felt like he was shot by an arrow shrank his neck and looked out the window, forcibly changing the subject.
"Nigley, be careful not to miss the ramp after Staten Island. We will be on the Garden State Expressway next. Drive slower to avoid losing us."
Nigley didn't notice anything unusual. "Can you tell me about your experience in Margrave?"
Reacher looked at Jack, who was silent in the back seat, meaningfully, and his mouth curled up slightly. "This story may be a bit long, so let's start with a scammer who lives off his wife."
Jack "."
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Atlantic City is the second largest gambling city in the United States. It was once second only to Las Vegas in size. It only takes less than 2 hours to drive from New York. Although it is not the weekend today, there are still many buses on the road.
Many buses have the logos of various casinos printed on their bodies. These are free shuttles, responsible for taking tourists from New York to Atlantic City.
In good years, each tourist can get free chips ranging from 10 to 20 US dollars after getting off the bus, as well as coupons for delicious buffets.
But these are all stories of the past. In the past few years, due to the poor economy and the rise of gambling industries in many places such as Pennsylvania, this city, which is famous for casinos and beauty pageants, has become increasingly depressed and even on the verge of bankruptcy.
Although the economy has recovered in recent years, it still has not been able to restore its former glory. After all, this is just a small town with a population of less than 60,000 people. The livelihoods of all people in the city are maintained in those large and small casinos. When they rise and fall together, they rise and fall together.
When the three came to Atlantic City, the lights were on, and the neon lights of various casinos illuminated the small city brilliantly.
They were not interested in gambling, but the hotels and casinos here are integrated, so if they wanted to spend the night here, they could only find one along the boardwalk.
Many coastal cities in the United States have boardwalks, but the boardwalk in Atlantic City is probably the most famous, with a width of more than 18 meters and a length of nearly 10 kilometers.
On one side of the boardwalk is a beautiful beach and the magnificent Atlantic Ocean in the distance, and on the other side are casinos of all sizes and various luxury stores and restaurants.
The beach, palm trees, huge Ferris wheels, long boardwalks and brightly lit casinos together constitute such a city of luxury.
"It should be this one." Negley stood under a colorful neon sign and shrugged at the huge letters named "Neptune" on it.
"We're staying here tonight?" Reacher couldn't help but frown again.
"Does an overly comfortable bed make you have nightmares? I almost forgot that you still owe me a door lock." Jack teased.
"You broke it yourself." Reacher retorted dissatisfiedly.
"That's because you're worried about you getting into trouble." The two bickered while following Negley through two rows of fancy slot machines.
In the middle of the casino is a huge circular bar, surrounded by a circle of wine tables, and around the wine tables are gambling tables. This arrangement is very convenient for tourists to order a cocktail to rest for a while when they are tired of playing, and then continue to fight.
Negli's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings and landed on a gambling table with the most people around it. He turned back and smiled at Reacher.
"Madam, you already have a 10 and an 8. Do you want to continue flipping cards?" The dealer was a middle-aged woman wearing a green casino vest. At this time, her face was almost the same color as the vest she was wearing.
"Of course, and I want to double the bet." The gambler sitting opposite the dealer was a voluptuous white woman with long brown hair tied in a simple ponytail.
Although she was facing away from Jack and the other two and could not see her face clearly, just looking at her back could make people imagine.