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Looking at the white man wearing a peaked cap and refueling a green Chevrolet Cruze on the screen, Jack checked the license plate number and confirmed that it was Carl Stubbs's car.

Unfortunately, the man was very cautious and had been consciously avoiding the camera. Jack could only see the lower half of the white man's face, which was blocked by the peaked cap, and could not see clearly.

"Pay attention to the movement of his right hand. He put his hand on the holder of the gas gun." Hannah bit a piece of beef jerky in her mouth and poked at the screen.

Jack was overjoyed. Although it was a week ago, he quickly pointed out the window to the gas station owner at this location, "Man, is the self-service gas machine up there the one over there?"

The chubby old white man nodded subconsciously, and when he turned his head, there was no one in sight. Only the bell on the door was left shaking, making a clear ringing sound.

"Jubal, I need you to send your best fingerprint team here immediately."

An hour later, when Jack and Hannah returned to the operations center, Jubal's loud voice echoed throughout the operations center, "Okay everyone, thanks to Jack and Hannah's cleverness, the fingerprints found at the gas station matched this person. "

He walked to the front of the large conference room and pointed at the big screen, "Sam Givens, it can be confirmed that he is one of the gunmen on the school bus. He is a retired soldier and his height matches. The most important thing is that he has lost a bone in his left hand." Little finger.

Givens had been in prison for ten years for armed robbery. Thanks to some people, he was released from prison early not long ago, and the agent who arrested him was none other than Jay, the operations director of our FBI's Most Wanted Fugitive Division. S. Lacroix. "

As he spoke, he pointed to the glass door of the office and made an invitation gesture, "Let us welcome Agent Lacroix. As Givens' old rival, we hope he can catch that guy again."

While talking, Dana Moger walked into the combat center with a middle-aged white man in his forties with an angular face and a striking square forehead.

Jubal's voice was high-pitched, and his mood seemed to be unusually exciting, "Gentlemen and ladies, Jess Lacroix, welcome our top player."

Hannah quietly nudged Jack with her elbow and whispered, "Is Jubal's performance a bit too much?"

Jack agreed, "I bet he and that Agent Lacroix must be old friends, but maybe there's a little feud."

Agent Lacroix, who was walking next to his female boss, looked a little embarrassed. Jubal's "praising" really put him a bit high, but he still took the initiative to step forward and put the box of documents in his hand on the table. Shaked hands with Jubal.

The two of them stood together. He was half a head shorter than Jubal, but he was no less imposing.

"Nice to see you again, Jubal."

"Me too, thank you for coming over. I know your group is very busy." Jubal made a small joke, his eyes filled with joy of seeing old friends again.

"Twenty-six children are missing. Even for them, I have to find time. However, my team members are temporarily unable to come. They still have several cases on hand to deal with."

Agent Lacroix's words made Jubal's face become serious again, "That's right, but you are enough. We also have no shortage of excellent field agents here."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and motioned to Jack and Hannah next to him, "Agent Jack Tavole and Agent Hannah Stephens."

"Hello." Agent Lacroix shook hands with the two of them in turn. When it came to Jack, his shaking motion subconsciously paused, "Is that Jack Tavole? I thought that old boy Rosie would always treat you I'm holding it in my hands and won't let go, I didn't expect to see you in New York."

As he said this, he subconsciously turned to look at Dana Moger, with a look of sudden realization, earning a blank look from the other party.

This detective is also a very interesting person. Jack also feels an old-school tough guy detective style in him. It seems that the saying "birds of a feather flock together" applies everywhere.

After a brief polite exchange, Agent Lacroix went to browse the information first, while Jubal briefed Jack and Hannah on the latest situation.

"The New Jersey office just raided Sam Givens' house in Newark and found nothing. The search is continuing, but nothing of value has been found yet. It looks like no one has lived there for a long time, at least a month or two. ”

"Where's the phone?" Lacroix, who was looking down at the information while wearing a pair of reading glasses, suddenly looked up and asked.

"Well, it shut down a week ago."

"Credit card and ATM withdrawal records?"

"The last withdrawal was in the Bronx two days ago. The specific circumstances are still being investigated, but as you know, that kind of investigation takes a long time."

Listening to Jubal's fluent answers, Lacroix looked back at the busy combat center, with a flash of envy in his eyes, and sighed, "You haven't aged at all, man, and you still follow the evidence in everything."

Jubal immediately pointed at Jack and said, "You are wrong. We now have Rossi's disciples who are also good at psychological profiling."

"Okay, what about Givens' girlfriend?" Lacroix was noncommittal, but this question made Jubal stunned. "What girlfriend? Didn't his ex-girlfriend be shot to death by you?"

"I don't know her name or where he lives, but I know that Givens will definitely find himself another girlfriend after he is released from prison." Lacroix explained, spreading his hands.

"Are you sure? Why?" Jubal continued to stutter, subconsciously looking back at the analysts. This is an important clue. The analysts should not miss this when investigating the suspect's background.

"Sorry, we really haven't found any clues that Sam Givens has a female companion or live-in girlfriend." An analyst raised his head and replied, "I will check immediately to see if there are any omissions."

Lacroix took out one of the documents he brought and handed it to Jack, "This is the psychological profile I made for Givens. He is an orphan and will constantly seek a strong-willed woman to take care of him. So after he is released from prison, he will definitely find himself a girlfriend first, and she will be older than him."

"Okay, this is just your guess, right? Jack?" Jubal subconsciously retorted, but immediately turned to look at Jack, who had just opened the information, as if he wanted to get confirmation.

Jack rolled his eyes at him. He had just heard the name Sam Givens less than ten minutes ago. He had just obtained the information. Although the person opposite was not Rossi's peer, he must be a senior psychological expert. , what kind of trouble is Jubal.

He took two steps back without leaving a trace, and stood next to Dana Moge, who had been standing aside to watch the show. He looked at the two people who had a vague fighting spirit in front of him and asked in a low voice.

"Did these two guys date before or something? Why do I smell something unusual?"

The female boss's lips slightly raised at Jack's little joke, "They used to be a pair, one followed factual evidence, the other followed reasoning and intuition, so..."

"Hissing sounds like a phone call." Jack sighed, while he was multitasking, flipping through the information in his hands.

It's more of a notebook than information, recording every detail of Lacroix's pursuit of Sam Givens. As Jack expected, this man was also a master of psychology.

Just when Jack was debating whether to interrupt the strange way of reminiscing about the past of the two old men in front of him and support Lacroix's views, the analyst who spoke before raised his hand.

"Sir, I may have discovered something here."

The case was the most important, so Jubal didn't care to continue bickering and turned around quickly, "What?"

"I reviewed a report from Givens' parole officer, who conducted a home visit shortly after his release from prison, and the report stated that Givens was with a woman named Terry Prader."

After the analyst finished speaking, he pulled up a driver's license on the screen. The ID photo showed a white blond woman.

"That's her! This is Sam Givens' girlfriend." Lacroix took off his reading glasses and looked at the screen, speaking with certainty.

"Why?" Jubal didn't understand why he was so sure.

Jack sighed, pulled out a photo from the file and handed it to Jubal, "Because she looks very similar to Givens' mother, with blond hair and blue eyes, slightly longer cheeks but a round chin."

"You win, old guy, I owe you a drink after the case is over." Jubal pointed at his old partner, turned around and started giving orders.