The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1162 Blame it on that damn fate

Jack came to the vending machine in the corridor of the police station and ordered two bags of potato chips and handed them to Jiejie. "Send these to the interrogation room, and then invite Lieutenant Colonel Barnes to the monitoring room next door."

A few minutes later, Jack walked into the interrogation room with the evidence box brought back by Hannah. He glanced at the little girl who was eating potato chips with an innocent smile on her face, and then looked at the one-way glass wall facing the girl.

Although he couldn't see the monitoring room next door, he knew that there were many people standing in it, including a heartbroken father.

Jiejie stood in the corner with her arms folded, with a complicated expression on her face, mixed with pity, sympathy, disgust, and even a little fear.

Although they had obtained the BAU's behavioral analyst certification a long time ago, she and Jack were actually only latecomers, and they did not stay in the BAU team for very long before they were abducted to New York.

Therefore, Jack often describes himself as only half a psychologist, and Jiejie is almost the same. Moreover, because she is often busy with some office work, the cases she has studied are far less rich than Jack's.

Placing the box in his hand on the table, Jack pulled out a chair opposite Rachel and sat down, his eyes always staying on her face during the process.

Valerie Barnes and Ryan Barnes are a perfect match. In fact, they are both outstanding in both talent and appearance.

As their only daughter, Rachel, with her blonde hair, blue eyes, red lips and white teeth, inherited almost all of their physical advantages. She is a typical example of a "tricking you into having a daughter" type.

Some tragedies are destined, as if fate is playing a bad joke on you. Although you are born as a pure angel, your essence is actually a demon.

Sighing inwardly, Jack tapped his fingers on the evidence box, "It's all over, Rachel."

The little girl paused while eating potato chips, and obediently patted the crumbs off her hands. She sat up straight with a puzzled expression, "I don't understand what you are talking about, Agent Tawole."

Jack opened the box, and inside was a Colt .38 pistol still covered in dirt. "My colleague dug it out from your backyard, from the place where we saw you before, right under the 'fortress' your father built for you."

The innocent expression instantly disappeared from the girl's face, just like the world-famous intangible cultural heritage skill of Sichuan Province.

Jack didn't know how to describe the contrast he felt when he saw this scene. When that gloomy expression appeared on this innocent little face, it gave people an extremely weird feeling.

Just like when you are rummaging through a box in a dimly lit basement, a broken doll that has long been forgotten in your childhood memory suddenly appears before your eyes, and at the same time the dusty music box begins to squeak and sing happily.

"I really don't have time to bury it deeper. I have to get back as soon as possible before Mr. Curtis finds out that I sneaked out of his house."

Although there have been many similar confession scenes, the expression on the murderer's face is always different, whether it is regret, sadness, despair, or indifference.

But when a human cub showed this kind of "you caught me" expression on his childish face, and then admitted to the fact of murder in a nonchalant tone, as if he had just been exposed in a small lie by an adult, even Jack felt a little creepy.

Jiejie, who was standing in the corner behind him, hugged her arms nervously. Jack also tried hard not to show his emotions. "Go on, tell me what happened."

"Don't look at me with that disgusting look, you remind me of my mom." Rachel suddenly looked at Jiejie beside her with a disgusted expression. "She looked at me like you did, said something like she wanted to help me, and then planned to send me to a special hospital in Montana for some damn treatment.

I don't need any help. I hate the look in your eyes. I hate you and I hate her."

"But you don't hate your father, right?" Jack knocked on the table, motioning her to look at him and answer the question.

"Of course not, Dad is bewitched by that woman. As long as he is at home, everything becomes so beautiful." The little girl showed a sweet smile on her face, as if she remembered those good times.

"Is this why you hurt yourself? Every time you do that, he comes back to you?"

The little girl rolled her eyes, as if she thought the question was a little stupid. "Sometimes this trick works, but the time is always too short to satisfy me."

"So your mother becomes the obstacle, and as long as she is gone, you and your father will never be separated again, is that right?" Jack continued to ask.

"This is all her fault. Who made her make that decision? Getting rid of her is the best solution, just like Mr. Curtis's wife. After she died, Mr. Curtis had to come back to accompany little Rogers."

The girl talked about her mother's death with an expressionless face, as if it was a trivial matter.

"Is this what you told your father after seeing him last night?" Jack roughly understood Colonel Barnes' strange behavior from yesterday to today.

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The little girl replied nonchalantly, "Of course, even though he couldn't understand it at the time, so what? He will come back to be with me eventually. I am his sweetheart."

Seeing that Jack remained silent for a long time, Rachel shrugged and picked up the potato chips on the table and started eating them with a crunch.
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When Jack and Jiejie walked into the monitoring room next door, the atmosphere inside was quite weird.

Although the small room was packed with people, the expressions on everyone's faces were as if they had just watched a horror movie for half the night.

Jubal coughed lightly and motioned for everyone else to follow him and leave. "I think Commander Barnes needs some private space right now."

Jack glanced around and found the lieutenant colonel squatting in the corner with his knees hugged. This fearless Navy SEAL on the battlefield, with a seven-foot tall man, now had empty eyes and tears streaming down his cheeks, looking as helpless as a child.

"Fate plays tricks on us like this. I think what you need to do now is to face reality, Lieutenant Colonel Barnes."

He didn't know how to comfort the other person, he could only say that he was glad that such a tragedy had not happened to him.

"This is a psychological problem, right? They said you are a psychologist, please tell me, Rachel can be treated." Lieutenant Colonel Barnes held Jack's right hand tightly, his desperate eyes were heartbreaking.

(End of this chapter)