The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1444 Unexpected Variables
"Don't look at me like that. No rumor spreads faster than gossip. Even the guards downstairs probably know about this by now. Jack, you are a celebrity now, like a rock star."

Aubrey raised his hands and said that he was forced to do so. There were still two days left before the final result of the mayoral election was announced, and Jack's requirement was to force Quinn Alonzo to take action before that, thereby actively exposing his identity.

Jack glared at him fiercely, but seeing the expressions of Hannah and Jiejie, they obviously knew about this, so he felt slightly relieved.

Some things are different whether you do them or not. Someone still has some confidence. After nonchalantly blocking everyone's eyes that were watching the show, he coughed lightly and continued the topic.

"The most critical issue next is to grasp the timing. Starting too early or too late will not meet the conditions for a special election, so I hope everyone can..."

Although there was suspicion of a conspiracy group manipulating the election, since everyone had no selfish motives and simply wanted to stop the bad guys from turning New York into Gotham City, even the usually upright long-legged beauty detective Beckett enthusiastically participated in the discussion.

From "PLAN-A" to "PLAN-D" in one breath, everyone offered suggestions and planned multiple response plans for different possibilities.

Cassel approached Jubal, frowned and thought as he looked at the notebook filled with notes, "The wine cellar where Leah kidnapped and hid old Moretti is a good hiding place.

The area is still a crime scene and has not been unsealed, which explains why Taylor has not been able to get the account book from there even though he has obtained the intelligence.

But how do you explain that the FBI didn't find anything in there before, and a reporter got there first?"

There was a moment of silence in the conference room. All plans revolved around Laija's account book. Although the evidence on it was only enough to send Landon Walker, one of the mayoral candidates, to jail, the real mastermind Quinn Alonzo was unaware of this.

The FBI took advantage of the other party's guilty conscience. Whether it was to ensure the realization of the plan to make Landon Walker the mayor, or to avoid being noticed by the FBI, Alonzo could not be completely at ease without getting Laija's account book.

In order to force this guy to show his true colors, Jack plans to act out a rivalry with Taylor in the editorial office of the New York Times tomorrow, and then go to the abandoned wine cellar with her to get the "account book" in the evening.

Although what Cassell raised was just a matter of detail, in order to make the bait credible, the details need to be carefully considered.

"Have you forgotten that my father is now a federal judge? I learned from my father that Lai Ya was secretly detained in the IRS tax prison, and then I visited him privately and got some secrets in exchange for writing a biography for him. Isn't it reasonable?"

Taylor was not afraid at all that he would be used as bait. He was even quite excited because Jack would be with him.

"That's no problem." Jubal spread his hands and pointed at Fusco, indicating that he could make the call.

The conference room fell silent again, and everyone looked at Detective "Dou Dou" who was going to play the role of "traitor" for the last time.

Fusco took out his phone, unlocked it, and placed it on the table. He swallowed nervously, "Are you sure it's okay?"

"If there are any more problems, it will depend on your ability to respond quickly." Jack smiled and continued to increase the intensity on him. Detective "Doudou" is like a spring, the more pressure he is given, the better he can perform.

The atmosphere was so tense that Fusco scratched his head, and with a resolute move, he pressed a finger with enough force to pierce the screen and dialed Simmons Patrick's number.

"What's the matter?" Simmons' voice came from the receiver, with obvious impatience.

"Well, there's news about that account book." "Did you get the account book?" Simmons' voice suddenly contained a hint of surprise.

"No, but I know who has the account book. To be exact, I know who will have the account book. It's a female reporter from the New York Times. I think her name is Taylor Kelly."

Fusco's tone was three parts of seeking credit, seven parts of mystery, and 100 parts of acting skills.

"I haven't heard of it. What does this have to do with reporters?" Simmons seemed inexplicably irritated.

So Fusco told how he learned from his good partner Danny that his FBI friend had been keeping a close eye on a New York Times reporter.

What kind of background did that reporter have? He used the relationship with his father, a federal judge, to interview the secretly detained Leah and told Simmons the information.

"So you can't get the account book, and you can only watch it fall into the hands of the FBI?" Simmons impatiently summarized Fusco's long string of words.

Fusco was a little surprised. "Hey, I've taken a big risk to get this much information. The female reporter might visit Lai Ya again tomorrow and get the hiding place of the account book from him.

But the FBI is keeping a close eye on her. I've done my best. You can handle the rest yourself. We are now even."

"Got it. I'll tell the boss for you." Simmons fell silent after saying this. Just when Fusco thought he was going to hang up, his voice came from the receiver again, and it was obvious that he could hear the stiffness in the change of his tone.

"Lenard (Fusco), are you familiar with the block in front of the Fulton Street subway station in downtown that leads directly to Pearl Street?"

Fusco was stunned for a moment. This unexpected question made him subconsciously look up at the people gathered in front of him. Jack nodded slightly at him, stretched out his fingers and drew circles in the air, indicating that he should continue.

"Of course. I used to patrol that area when I was a patrolman. There aren't many stores nearby. It's a very quiet neighborhood. What's wrong?"

"Of course it's about that psychiatrist. She works downtown and often leaves the office late at night. She takes the same route home every night. I need you to help find an excuse to divert the police car patrolling there."

Although Simmons' tone still contained a strong threat, this time it unexpectedly had a bit of a request for favors.

"Let me try, when?" Fusco deliberately took Joe.

"I'll let you know the exact time tomorrow at midnight. Don't forget, you've been paid for this."

As the call ended, Fusco was confused. "What the hell is this guy doing? Why is he still executing the wanted order at this time?"

"Simmons Patrick's wife has booked a trip for herself and her two children to Bermuda tomorrow morning." Alice turned her laptop screen towards everyone.

(End of this chapter)