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

"Lindsay was protective of Katie like a sister, and you know, girls their age are always attracted to bad boys."

Hearing what Kisson said, Rossi came closer to him and assumed a scenario in a serious tone.

"What would you think if a group of boys Katie knew stopped by the roadside and offered them a ride?"

"Lindsay might go along, to ensure her safety." Kitson nodded.

Rosie breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion, "You have a good daughter. Thanks to your teachings, maybe this is the key to why she is still alive today."

A trace of bitterness appeared on Kisson's face, "I taught her to stay away from men like me."

After finishing their conversation with Kitson, Jack and Rosie walked out of the conference room and happened to bump into Hotchner and Emily walking towards them. They had just visited the parents of Douglas Silverman, the second deceased.

"No useful information was asked. The child's father is a busy blue-collar worker and works overtime on weekends. His mother left the city and returned to her parents' home."

Emily didn't look good. Facing the family of the deceased is never an easy thing.

"He mentioned a name, Ryan, a new friend of Douglas's, but there was no last name. Garcia could not narrow down the screening scope yet."

While the four of them were talking, Jiejie and Hannah also walked out of another conference room.

"The Owens had no impression of the boy, but Bruce Owen was acting a little strange and seemed to want to leave the police station in a hurry."

"We suspected he might have known something but it was clear he had lost patience with the police."

The two girls expressed their suspicions.

"What do you mean, he might have recognized Douglas or even known the people he was hanging out with?" Hotchner said and wanted to go to the conference room where Irving and his wife were, but was stopped by Rossi.

"Wait a minute, if he has made up his mind to seek personal revenge, he won't tell you no matter how hard you ask him. Mr. and Mrs. Owen are not suspects, and we cannot interrogate them."

"We have less than two hours until dark, and if it's delayed until tomorrow, we all know what Lindsay will be facing."

Hotchner was very angry. Bruce Owen had just lost his daughter and was already blinded by hatred. No matter what he wanted to do, it would not be a good thing for the missing Lindsay.

"Red, is there any good news about your map analysis?" Rossi looked at Red, who had been busy in front of the map board.

"Not yet. It might be helpful if we could know the identity of Ryan." Rhett scratched his furry head with the end of a whiteboard marker, looking very distressed.

"Well, I have a bad idea. It's very risky and doesn't quite fit in with our police's position, but it might be useful." Jack said hesitantly.

"Let's talk about it, we don't have much time." Rossi encouraged him.

"Bruce just lost his daughter Katie, so no matter what he does, he is impulsive and may not necessarily care about the life of another girl, but what if this person is replaced by Lindsay's father?"

Emily glared at Jack, "You mean to ask Keith Vaughn to confront Bruce Owen and force him to reveal what he knows? That's crazy."

"This is a police station. Can we still watch a former gang killer extract a confession from a civilian?"

"Of course not, why don't we let Bruce take the initiative to find Keith Vaughn?" Jack smiled mysteriously.

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"I told you, none of us know the boy in the photo, and now I just want my wife and I to go home early and miss our daughter."

Both Bruce Owen and his sad wife had haggard faces and bloodshot eyes. Apparently, neither of them had had a good rest after learning of their daughter's death.

Standing opposite them at this time were Jack and Hannah. Hannah was still comforting Mrs. Owen in a low voice, while Jack had a serious face and a businesslike look.

"Sorry, you can't leave now. The Vaughn family's identity is somewhat sensitive. You need to stay at the police station until the federal marshals agree."

Bruce Owen believed Jack's casual joke, and his expression became a little more surprised.

"Why? We don't know anything about their father and daughter's secrets."

"Okay, we are indeed old friends who have known each other for four or five years. I know Keith is a tough guy, but so what? He is just a little overprotective. I know he taught Lindsay how to shoot, but here is The West isn’t it?”

"Hey, relax and drink some water."

Jack walked to the water dispenser and poured him a glass of water pretending to be concerned, with a bit of helplessness and a bit of sympathy in his expression.

"This is a request from the federal marshals. You know what they do. We at the FBI can only cooperate in this matter. Did you see the fat man next to Kisson? He follows him almost 24 hours a day."

"I don't understand, and I don't care about this. Since Kisson didn't do this, why are you still detaining us?"

Jack raised his eyebrows and turned on the nonsense mode with a surprised look on his face, "You really don't know what he used to do? Then he disguised himself really well. You know, he killed more people than any criminal I have ever seen. many."

Seeing Bruce Owen's unbelievable look, Jack acted like a rookie agent who didn't keep his mouth shut, "But he is an important person now, and the order we received is to ensure his safety first, so we can only feel aggrieved." You guys."

"After the federal marshals protection team arrives and takes him away, you can go home, I promise."

After listening to Jack's ramble, Bruce Owen stopped making any sound and lowered his head in thought for a while before raising his head to ask.

"Can I talk to Kitson alone? Apologize. You know, I was a little too much towards him before."

Jack poured himself a glass of water, concealed the secret joy in his eyes, and shrugged as if he didn't care.

"No problem, as long as Kisson's 'bodyguard' doesn't have any objections."

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"Are you sure you can keep an eye on him?"

Rosie, who appeared next to Jack at some point, asked worriedly.

Watching Bruce Owen push open the conference room door at the other end and say a few words, the fat federal marshal, Pat Mannan, stood up and walked out, holding a cigarette and walking towards the back door of the police station.

Everyone in the BAU, who pretended to be busy but had been observing everything intentionally or unintentionally, breathed a sigh of relief. Everything went according to plan. Bruce Owen really knew something.

"It's the job of the federal marshals to keep an eye on him, isn't it? I just went out to run errands and buy a few dinners for everyone." Jack threw the car keys in his hand, with a wicked smile on his face.