"Although it's not authentic Italian rice dish, it tastes better than any rice recipe I've ever had in Italy."
Rossi ate in a very Italian style, unhurried, occasionally taking a sip of wine from the side.
It was only because Italian and Japanese cuisine were so similar that even Rossi didn't notice anything amiss.
Letting Rossi slowly savor the food, Jack picked up the docunts JJ had been reading from the table and sat down opposite Reid.
"Give a brief overview of the situation."
The docunts weren't many; given Reid's reading speed, he estimated it wouldn't take more than three minutes to absorb them into his genius brain.
Sure enough, Reid reclined comfortably in his chair, eyes half-closed, seemingly still savoring the ice cream cake he'd just eaten, while launching into a long, detailed account.
"Evan Davenport, Administrative Assistant at the U.S. Attorney's Office, residing in the Southern District of New York, widowed, and having received multiple death threats over the past decade, has joined the federal witness protection program three tis."
"Sixteen hours ago, between 11 p.m. last night and midnight this morning, his daughter Tracy and her boyfriend were abducted on their way ho. Tracy's boyfriend was shot in the face and died instantly; Tracy's whereabouts are unknown."
"The father joined the witness protection program, but his daughter has no one to protect her?" Jack questioned.
"Tracy refused protection when she was 18," JJ replied.
Jack scoffed. Rebellious and reckless adolescence, typical of youth.
He then flipped through the files again and saw a photo. "Tracy has an older sister? Cheryl? They look exactly alike."
The photo showed two almost indistinguishable blonde girls, wearing identical cheerleading outfits, with sweet faces and radiating youthful energy.
"Yes, they are twins."
Rossi wiped his mouth with a napkin and handed him a photo; it contained a blackmail letter.
"You must carefully follow these instructions to ensure your daughter's safety. You must answer the phone at 8 a.m., you must write down the instructions, and you must strictly follow them."
After Jack finished reading the letter, Rossi glanced at his watch and said, "We need to get to Connecticut within nine hours to complete the suspect's psychological analysis and prepare the ransom for Evan Davenport."
Jack showed Reid the photo of the letter and asked, "You've examined it?"
Reid nodded, pointing to the strokes of the letters and comparing them to the handwriting in the docunts, as well as the few stains at the bottom of the letter. "The handwriting on the letter matches Tracy's; she was forced to write it. And here, this is from salt."
"These are her tears," JJ said, suddenly realizing.
"Tell your analysis." Rossi reluctantly finished the last bit of wine in his glass and looked at Jack.
"The wording is very interesting. It's all about what you have to do, not when I'll call. This indicates a strong desire for control and the recipient's dissatisfaction. What's most interesting is…"
"Extortion letters usually use threats to prevent the police from being called, otherwise, this will happen. This letter doesn't ntion that at all. Is he expecting police involvent or is he trying to provoke him?"
Jack frowned; this kidnapper gave him a strange feeling.
"Let's get so rest and give him a surprise."
Rossi stood up, intending to clear the table in front of him, when JJ stepped forward and took away the food container and the empty wine glass.
"Ah, I can do it myself." Jack quickly stood up, gathering the food containers in front of him and Reid before the pretty blonde could reach out, then followed her to the bar area at the front of the plane.
As he passed Rossi, he mouthed with a grin, "A charming girl."
The Gulfstream business jet truly lived up to its reputation as one of the fastest civilian aircraft, reaching its destination in just over two hours. However, due to the three-hour ti difference, it was already dawn when the plane landed.
"Dr. Reid and I will head to Evan Davenport's house first. JJ, you take Jack to the scene and bring back Tracy's sister, Cheryl. Apparently, she insists on going to the scene to sense her sister's whereabouts."
Rossi finished speaking and got into the car with Reid. The FBI agents who ca to pick them up from the airport left them a black Suburban.
Jack drove, and the two followed the navigation to the location where Tracy was kidnapped.
"What did Rossi an by 'sense'? Did I mishear a word?" JJ asked from the passenger seat.
Jack was also a little confused, but after thinking for a mont, he replied, "Could it be the legendary telepathy between twins?"
Their doubts were quickly answered. Upon arriving at their destination and crossing the cordon set up by the local police, they saw a petite, sweet-looking girl lying in the middle of the dirt road — it was Cheryl from the file photo.
"What is she doing?" JJ asked curiously to the two federal Departnt of Justice agents beside her, who appeared to be Cheryl's bodyguards.
"Lying on the ground?" The tall male agent stared blankly at the beautiful JJ, his brain probably short-circuiting for a mont, and blurted out a pointless question.
The short female agent next to him rolled her eyes and kindly explained for her partner.
"She's trying to experience what her sister is going through."
"You just watched her lying there?" Jack was speechless.
The tall male agent seed to finally recover from his amazent at JJ's appearance and shrugged self-deprecatingly.
"These sisters have been trying to shake off their bodyguards since they were twelve. We're happy that she's willing to stay in our sight now."
Jack understood their implication and thought that he couldn't be too harsh on their slacking off, so he took a few steps forward and squatted down in front of the girl, Cheryl, making eye contact with her.
She had the typical sweetheart look, even prettier in person than in photos. Black eyeliner made her beautiful eyes appear even larger, like a character straight out of a comic book.
"No, I'm not crazy." Under Jack's smiling gaze, the girl quickly got up from the ground, brushing the dust off herself, her chubby face flushing red.
"I felt it. She was dragged out of the car and fell here."
Cheryl took two steps forward and pointed to JJ's feet.
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