Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 168 168: 168-Colors

Reacher got into the passenger seat of the police car, and Jack, enduring Roscoe's glare, climbed into the back.

"So, why did you release Paul, who turned himself in?" Jack asked.

"Everyone knows Paul Hubble is lying. When we arrested him yesterday, he couldn't even explain how the victim died, so we decided not to prosecute him."

"Hopefully, soone as nervous as him will do sothing stupid that gives us a clue, or he'll just break down and confess his reasons."

Roscoe probably sensed sothing amiss with Jack's identity and didn't hide much.

[A/n: Then what the F*uck did you do in the previous chapters, it is not like he did your mother, you Bit-. Sorry guys, I am getting irritated again.]

"Sounds like a smart move, Officer Roscoe." Reacher's attitude towards won was completely different, even offering a complint.

Roscoe's cheeks flushed slightly. "Roscoe is my na, my last na is Conklin. What happened to your face? Did you get beaten up in jail?"

"You didn't see the guys I beat up. They didn't just have a few scratches on their foreheads."

Sure enough, bragging in front of pretty girls is every man's innate talent. Jack in the back seat curled his lip and didn't say anything. Even including that big black guy from before, this big guy only took down four, while he took down five in one go.

Roscoe drove the two back to the police station. Jack privately asked Detective Finlay for his gun and car keys back. As a result, Finlay and Reacher got into another argunt in the parking lot.

It was unclear whether Reacher really just wanted to get away from this ssy little town, or if he was unhappy that Finlay had sent him to jail. He didn't say a word about what he had gotten out of Paul Hubble, leaving the detective furious but helpless.

"Alright, leave him to . I promise you, within three days, he'll be begging you to investigate this case with him."

Jack pulled Finlay aside, and Roscoe pulled Reacher away as well.

"Including you?" Finlay persisted.

Jack's eyes widened. This old detective wasn't much of a cri solver, but he was certainly good at recruiting accomplices.

"Yes, yes, including . Let's work together, okay?"

Although his tone was like coaxing a child, Finlay perked up and exclaid excitedly, "I knew it! I knew it was all connected! The IRS wouldn't…"

Jack grabbed his collar, making him swallow the rest of his sentence. He regretted stopping him earlier; letting Reacher beat him up seed like a good idea.

"Keep your voice down, do you want to die? Do you know how many people will die if my identity is exposed? I already told you, never mind."

"You haven't ntioned my identity to anyone, have you?"

Finlay shook his head repeatedly, not particularly angry. "I'm not the kind of idiot you think I am. Even verifying your identity, I confird it with my old partner in Boston, and I didn't ntion Margrave at all."

"Very good. Keep this level of thinking. For now, keep all your guesses to yourself and don't let them show even a hint, otherwise, the death of any innocent person will be blad on you."

Jack warned sharply.

Although it's undeniable that Jack's words were partly an act to manipulate Finlay, in the original storyline, the people at the Kleiner Foundation were indeed ruthless enough, and the threat Paul Hubble ntioned from his boss wasn't just empty talk.

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Jack felt a bit superfluous at that mont. Roscoe was shopping for clothes with Reacher at a clothing store, and the two were chatting happily, talking about Reacher's experiences after retiring and all the way to his family, while he stood there like a third wheel.

Especially when Roscoe saw Reacher's expression when he changed his shirt and showed off his muscles — tsk tsk, attraction really isn't just a man's prerogative.

"There's a barbershop in town, and Mr. Mosley's barber skills are superb. When my adoptive father was still alive, he went to his little shop every week. It's near the town square, easy to find. See you tonight."

After buying the clothes, she led the two to the entrance of the only hotel in town. Roscoe also had dinner plans with Reacher, so she said goodbye and continued her patrol in the police car.

Jack and Reacher each booked a room, took a nice shower, and then went out for a stroll. They had been there for more than a day, and neither of them had really seen the town properly.

Actually, from the outside, Margrave was quite a nice town. The newly painted lookout tower, the carefully manicured flower beds along the roadside, and even the bronze statue in the town square were clean and shiny.

"This town is really amazing. It might be the most beautiful southern town I've ever seen."

In fact, what Jack really wanted to say was that it was so beautiful. Since his transmigration, this was the first ti he had seen a street without a single piece of trash. Even before transmigration, living in chingchong was miserable, you could find trash more quickly than a clear piece of land.

After finishing Jack's haircut, Mr. Mosley, the elderly black barber who was shaving Reacher, let out a soft, ambiguous hum.

"That's right, the Kleiner Foundation takes good care of Margrave. Ever since Mr. Kleiner moved his company here from Texas more than ten years ago, this place has changed."

Jack calculated in his mind that this coincided with the timing of Hannah's family's incident.

"So, what exactly does Kleiner do?"

"Real estate, logistics, chemicals, machinery manufacturing, you na it. See that statue outside?"

Mr. Mosley pointed to the bronze sculpture in the square outside the window. "That's Caspar Tiller, and his grandson is our mayor."

"Kleiner wanted to open a factory, so he sold him a piece of land at a bargain price. That's Kleiner's reward, a win-win situation, isn't it?"

Jack chuckled. This old man with white hair and beard was quite humorous.

At this mont, a brand-new Ford F-450 Raptor pulled up under the statue. Two young n got out of the car, leaned against the side, and looked into the store with provocative eyes.

"That's Kleiner's son, Kleiner Jr., and his crazy cousin, Dawson. Everyone calls him 'KJ,' but I prefer to call him 'Troublemaker.'"

Mr. Mosley finished shaving Reacher, introducing the two young n while preparing to apply a hot towel to Reacher's face.

"He ca for you?" Reacher looked at Jack, who was waiting to the side.

"I didn't flirt with the prettiest cop in town," Jack joked. "When you co to a strange place, the easiest way to attract hatred is to get too close to the local pretty girls, right?"

"Can you save a seat?" Reacher returned the towel to Mr. Mosley, got up from the chair, left the barbershop, and walked across the street.

Mr. Mosley smiled strangely. "So, that little firecracker Roscoe has her eye on him and not you?"

"Oh? Is that policewoman hot-tempered? I didn't know that before." Jack's gossip was piqued.