Chapter 1210 The Conflicted Writer and Female Detective

"With all due respect, young men, I don't think these things will be of much use in your hands."

An old man named Michael Smith sat down on the sofa with a wine glass in one hand and a thick brown paper bag in the other.

"The identity of that person is beyond your imagination. There is a reason why Montgomery made such an arrangement and gave the information to me instead of directly to you, Detective Beckett."

"Senator Bracken, right? You are right, he is indeed a big shot that is not easy to mess with, but after what happened this morning, do you think I still have room to retreat?

What's more, my mother died because of him. She was stabbed with a knife in a dark alley, and was thrown alone in the garbage. She bled to death. As her daughter, how could I do this? Turn a blind eye? "

Beckett, who had been somewhat distraught since knowing the true identity of the mastermind behind the scenes, finally stopped being silent at this moment, looked firmly at the surprised old man in front of him, and then changed the subject.

“But you’re right, this information really won’t be of much use in the hands of little people like us. I don’t even know who Senator Bracken’s political opponents are.

So I am not here to ask you for these scraps of paper. I just want to use your channel to convey something to him. Please tell him that I know who he is. I will fight blood for blood until death. "

"Kate!" Cassel subconsciously grabbed the female detective's arm, trying to stop her from talking.

"Young man" Mr. Smith was not moved by Beckett's words. He just sighed again and gently placed the brown paper bag on the table in front of her.

"A person like him is untouchable to you. Even I negotiated with him anonymously."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jack, stood up and opened the safe next to the bookshelf, "Since you can find me easily, it means that the method I used is not safe."

Watching him take out a passport and a wad of cash, Cassel and Beckett couldn't help but look at each other.

"Take all this information away. No matter what you want to do, what happens next has nothing to do with me. I will disappear for a while, or I will leave the country forever."

Cassel was a little unbelievable, "You just chose to run away like this?"

Mr. Smith looked at him with a half-smiling expression, "I owed Roy Montgomery a favor, so when he entrusted those documents to me, I did what he asked because that was I owe him.

But I don't owe you anything, so since you refuse this protection, whether you want to tell Robert Bracken or do anything else, please feel free to do it, but it has nothing to do with me. Nothing to do. "

He paused and looked at Beckett with pity, "I'm sorry about your mother, but you must know one thing. Although Robert Bracken did rely on the black money to successfully campaign and enter the Congress, and After that, it gradually climbed to its current position.

But he is not as grassroots as he claims. His father, Bracken Sr., was also a senator many years ago.

Moreover, Bracken once joined the army and met some very powerful guys in the army. There was always someone protecting him, so this was a dead end. "

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Smith, and I wish you a safe journey." Jack stopped the two people who wanted to say something more and stood up to leave.

On the way back, Cassel still looked indignant, "It's really unreasonable. He actually chose to run away without fighting."

"That's what normal people do."

Jack was quite dumbfounded. He was rich but had retired for many years. Moreover, for lawyers, justice was an option that only appeared in literary and artistic works.

This Mr. Smith can remember Montgomery's life-saving grace, and he has done his best by helping once, and he can't ask for more.

"It's okay, I know a lot of journalists and media people"

Cassel kept chattering and tried to comfort the female detective, but was interrupted by Beckett, "No, Cassel, Mr. Smith is right.

Not only does this matter have nothing to do with him, but it also has nothing to do with you and Jack. I'm sorry, my mind is a little confused right now. Can you send me home first? I need to think about it. "

Come, come, the special pretentiousness of critical moments in American TV series began. Jack rolled his eyes silently, parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and looked at the two people in the back seat seriously.

"First of all, can you two answer me a question first? This is very important. Please think carefully and then answer me. What is the extent of your relationship now?"

"We're just friends." The second half of Cassell's words was swallowed hard by Jack's stern eyes.

"We are all adults, don't tell me that you two still can't figure out your relationship with each other, especially you, Beckett, don't tell me that you haven't fallen in love with Cassel."

Ignoring the "frightened" writer on the side who opened his mouth half-open as if he was about to have a heart attack, Jack stared into the female detective's eyes.

"When I arranged for Kevin, Esposito, Alexis and Martha to go to Los Angeles, you didn't propose sending Cassel away because you knew he wouldn't be able to do it at this time. I'll leave you, won't I?"

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The beautiful police detective opened her mouth as if she wanted to explain something, but in the end she said nothing.

"As for you." Jack pointed at Cassel impolitely with his finger, "Don't you have anything to say to Beckett? For example, Frank's identity and the relationship between the two of you."

20 minutes later, the GMC driven by Jack started again until it returned to the underground parking lot of the small building. The car remained silent during this period.

The confession of love between a man and a woman will naturally not be done in front of a light bulb. The main thing is that Cassel confessed to Beckett what they did in Paris and that he had a new father.

Then Beckett fell into a long state of speechlessness.

Although even Cassel didn't know that Jack had killed the senior officials of the FSB through ultra-long-range sniping, the fact that they slaughtered a large number of world-famous rich people and rescued more than a dozen innocent girls from the underground auction house was enough to make Beckett feel that his own things seemed a little insignificant.

"Go to bed early. I will help Frank solve his current troubles first. As for the senator, I think he will be able to find a way when Frank is free.

As for these materials..." Jack patted the thick manila envelope, "I think they will be of some use."