Chapter 1201 Conversation in the Backyard (Part 1)

Looking at the four guys in front of him looking distraught, Jack stood up, cleaned up the dishes in front of them, and drove them to the backyard.

The temperature during the day today has exceeded 30 degrees Celsius, but it was okay at night. The small building of the wanted criminal team is not far from the sea, and the night breeze is still a little cool.

The old Mexican gardener maintained the backyard well. The chili peppers and cherry tomatoes are red, the water spinach has just been harvested, the eggplant has also borne fruit, and the cucumbers and loofahs on the shelf are all tender green.

He picked a few cucumbers, rinsed them with water, and gave two to each person, plus a plate of sea salt and peanuts. Jack set up a small table in the yard and finally took out a can of sea blue soaked with prunes.

"OK, continue, what happened next?"

Seeing that the ceramic wine cup he put out was small and very cute, it was only more than ten milliliters (three-cent cup) after it was filled, he was curious and picked up a cup and drank it all.

After being choked and grinning, he exhaled a long breath of alcohol like Jack, and then continued to tell what happened later.

It was almost half a year ago that Beckett shot Dick Coonan. At that time, the New York newspapers also reported in great detail that the brave female detective shot and killed the criminal who tried to escape from the police station.

However, about three weeks ago, when Jack was dealing with the VX poison bomb incident on Alcatraz Island in San Francisco on the west coast, Beckett suddenly received a mysterious phone call one day.

The man on the other end of the phone had an old voice and asked her to meet at a cafe on Fourth Street, saying that he wanted to talk to her about her mother's case.

"Then you were very obedient and followed his request, only taking Cassel to the cafe?"

Jack looked at the listless Beckett, with a reproachful tone in his tone. The information of this case was also in the file Cassel had sent him before.

At this time, Beckett had no longer the spirited New York urban beauty she once was. Her brown hair was messy and her beautiful eyes were swollen like two walnuts.

Kevin and Esposito, who were drinking alone, looked up and opened their mouths when they heard this, as if they wanted to defend their boss.

But then they realized that Jack was not their superior and this was not a questioning meeting, so they lowered their heads again.

Both of them had bruises on their faces, especially the sturdy Esposito, who had a deep bruise on his neck.

Waiting for Cassel and Beckett in the cafe was a retired NYPD detective named John LaGrande, who was also the person in charge of handling the murder of Beckett's mother.

John LaGrande said that he had just learned from the doctor that he had advanced lymphoma and had at most six months to live, so he wanted to tell Beckett the truth before he died.

More than ten years ago, Beckett's mother, Johanna Beckett, a civil rights lawyer, was found dead in a dark alley with multiple fatal stab wounds.

At that time, John LaGrande was a detective in the NYPD Homicide Unit, responsible for handling the murder case, but in the end, due to the request of some people, it was attributed to gang violence.

For many years, especially since Beckett gave up becoming a lawyer, joined the police academy and became an NYPD, she has been privately committed to investigating the cause of her mother's death.

Because three more people were killed one after another, two of her mother's colleagues and a court clerk, but after Beckett tracked down four people suspected of being murdered because of a judicial case, all the clues were completely interrupted.

Before Beckett's mother was killed, she applied for a court document, but the disappearance of that key document made all the efforts of the female detective come to naught.

The appearance of John LaGrande was a key. According to his confession, the matter started from an old case nineteen years ago, but before he could tell the truth, a bullet from across the street hit his chest.

"But until then, you still didn't have the idea of ​​notifying me of this case?" Jack looked at the three NYPD and writers in front of him with a bit of unkindness.

Sniper murders are just like serial killer cases. The FBI has the right to intervene directly. Moreover, with Jack's current relationship with the NYPD, even if he wants to investigate a street theft case, no one will use the jurisdiction of the case to make a fuss.

"I suggested asking you for help directly, but because the deceased is a retired detective of the NYPD, and you were missing at that time. So." Cassel's voice became smaller and smaller.

Jack didn't intend to argue with them on this matter, but looked at the duo of funny people, "Then you two found out that the shooter was a professional killer with the alias of Hal Lockwood, but when you went to arrest him, he was captured alive by the other party because of a stun grenade?"

Kevin looked ashamed to see people, and Esposito touched the marks on his neck with lingering fear, "Yes, fortunately Beckett and Cassel arrived in time, so Hal Lockwood was captured alive."

Jack pursed his lips and flipped through the scene report on his mobile phone, then put down the phone and clapped softly.

"There are four people on the other side, including Hal Lockwood, all of whom are professional gunmen, equipped with automatic firepower such as submachine guns and assault rifles.

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And our brave detective Beckett just held up a Glock pistol and rushed into the unarmed writer, and finally captured him alive. It was amazing! "

Obviously hearing the sarcasm in Jack's tone, Beckett's pretty face almost turned liver color, and even his earlobes were red.

Feeling that the time was almost right, Jack did not continue to dwell on this matter, but looked back at the duo of funny people, "You did not explain in the report why Hal Lockwood tortured you, so why did he capture you alive instead of killing you directly?"

The two looked at each other, and Kevin answered, "He said that the employer behind him wanted to know how far we had investigated."

"So how far did you investigate at that time?" Jack refilled a round of wine for the four people.

Cassell continued, "About nineteen years ago, John LaGrande and Gary McAllister, who were then police officers of the NYPD Mobile Patrol Group, were members of the NYPD's internal gang organization "Blue Templars." "

"Wait, are you sure you said "Blue Templars"? "Jack asked in surprise.

The last time he heard this name was nearly two years ago (Chapter 637). At that time, he had just arrived in New York and assisted Frank Reagan in completing an internal cleanup, eradicating this police gang hidden within the NYPD.