The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 270 Reliable Guys

However, an unexpected situation happened. Just as everyone was going out to get in the car, the Owen couple who lived across the street happened to go home accompanied by Emily.

They had just added some records at the police station, and they saw the people from BAU crowding around and sending Keeson Vaughn into the car, their eyes were a little surprised.

"What's wrong?" Emily didn't know what happened, so she walked to the side of the road and asked casually.

"We're going to figure it out." Hotchner winked at her, indicating that now is not the time to talk about this.

"Have you found Lindsay? I need to talk to Kitson."

Bruce Owen wanted to step forward, but Jack stopped him, "Mr. Owen, now is not the time."

Unexpectedly, this mentally broken father would be wrong.

"Are you going to arrest Kitson? Did he do it? Son of the Beach, what happened, I want to know what he did to my Katie!"

Jack exerted a little force and put his hand on his chest, "Can you calm down? We have some questions to ask him. No one is arrested here."

"Don't tell me how to calm down, why are you arresting him?" Bruce Owen couldn't break away from Jack, and his emotions became more and more agitated.

"Kisun, if you are really involved in this matter, I swear I will kill you, I will definitely kill you!"

"Fake!" Jack sideways dodged his flying leg and put him down easily to the ground with a gentle touch of his hand.

Seeing that things were getting more and more chaotic, Rossi frowned at the couple and sighed.

"Bring them along, we need to keep it secret."

Jack rolled his eyes, and together with Hannah and Jiejie, "invited" the Owens to the Sabo class.

While en route, Rosie also called Garcia and asked her to search the list of flights into Los Angeles in the past 72 hours for Irish passengers flying in from Boston.

Also check lists of motels, hotels, and car rental companies to see if you can find any clues.

When we arrived at the Southeast Branch, most of the police officers in the police station were still performing search missions in the area defined by Red, so it seemed a bit deserted.

Several police officers who had just returned from rest cast curious glances when they saw that the FBI had brought back the family members of yesterday's victims.

Bringing the Owen couple into the next meeting room, Hannah and Jiejie were responsible for comforting them, and the rest of the BAU gathered in the opposite room.

"Who did you work for?" Hotchner crossed his arms and looked at Keith Vaughan in his seat.

There is an evidence board next to him, on which is a photo of the bloody body of the murdered girl Katie, and in the upper left corner is a photo of Lindsay, the daughter of Keeson Vaughan.

"Mark Crane Company, Boston." Keeson Vaughn never took his eyes off the evidence board from the moment he entered the door, and he seemed a little lost when he spoke.

Jack didn't know anything about the name. He glanced at everyone, and it seemed that everyone didn't respond, but Emily's eyes lit up.

"I've heard that this Irish family advocates violence and is ruthless. No matter whether they are civilians or police, anyone who stands in their way will not escape their vicious hands."

"Yeah, no one got a hold of them until we found Kissen, and he found us, to be precise."

Pat Mannan made countless phone calls along the way. Now he has lost the arrogance he had when he threatened Hotchner and put on an attitude of "I am willing to actively cooperate with him". However, no one answered him and everyone's questions were directed at him. Went with Kitson.

"So this is what you used to do? Remove obstacles?"

Seeing Kisson opening the pill bottle in his hand and swallowing two pills, Hotchner asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"Do these pills help you forget the past, or help you hide your demons?"

Kitson was completely unmoved by his words and just stated in a calm tone, "Lindsay is the only reason why I am still alive."

Jack, who had been meditating, raised his head and looked at Rosie, who had never spoken, and exchanged glances. A remorseful killer is a bit interesting.

"So, do you see the abuse Katie suffered as a warning to you?" Emily asked.

"If so, it did work." Kisson's words made Pat Mannan on the side feel a little uneasy.

"Do you know this modus operandi?" Reid asked after raising his hand behind the crowd.

"I never give a warning, and usually do it directly." Kissen's answer sounded cool, but it made people smell a strong smell of blood.

Pat Mannan was more concerned about his mission. "In two weeks, brothers Mark and Crane will stand trial."

The implication is obvious, if Lindsay's kidnapping was done by Irish gangsters, then the purpose of the other party is to threaten Kitson and prevent him from appearing in court.

And the effect of this kind of behavior is indeed useful, just like Kissen said just now, his daughter Lindsay is his only one, obviously he can't take the risk of losing his daughter to testify in court, and this is exactly what Pat Mann said. Nan was worried.

Jack snorted coldly, and kicked someone directly in the heart, "It seems that these brothers will be acquitted."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into an awkward silence, until it was broken by a sudden ringing of the phone.

Jack picked up the phone and saw that it was Tim. He was overjoyed and immediately answered the call. After a few words of communication, he walked to the transparent map board covered with various ghost symbols by Rhett.

"Here, LAPD guys found a clue in an abandoned house."

"This position is still in the 'comfort zone'." Reid let out a low cheer.

"What do you mean?" Pat Mannan didn't understand.

"It means that some of the suspects are locals and may not have escaped yet." Rossi replied.

Red's map analysis is based on psychological behavioral analysis. Once a point is verified, the possibility of continuing to shoot will greatly increase. This is why Red can't help but cheer.

Before Jack finally left the conference room, Kitson suddenly stopped him.

"Agent Tavole, I know that we are the same kind of people. If you find her, no matter whether she is alive or dead, I want to take a look."

Following his gaze, Jack saw the FK7.5 under his armpit, and was speechless.

Xin said that he was just a little burnt, and his marksmanship was a little better, and none of his dead souls were innocent, who is the same as this kind of gangster killer.

"We are different. As long as someone dares to hurt someone I care about, no matter who he is, I will hunt him down to the ends of the earth."

Jack paused, and finally nodded, "Of course, as long as you cooperate with our work, I can agree to this."

After receiving the order to set off, Hannah and Jiejie, who happened to come out of the conference room opposite, heard his previous words and couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

I probably found the problem. It seemed that I was allergic to the cod liver oil I bought before, which caused a series of symptoms. It was a false alarm, but I still planned to get a physical examination. I haven’t had a physical examination in several years.