"Are we really going to let the kidnappers go?" JJ, in the passenger seat, finally broke the silence, asking thoughtfully.
"Trust Rossi. He may seem a bit out of touch, but he's dealt with psychopaths and ntally ill people for three or four decades. Haven't you seen his interviews with those serial killers in prison?"
Jack's tone was relaxed. Although he didn't rember the specific details, he knew that as long as it didn't involve the BAU team mbers themselves, they basically never failed.
"Uh, Jack, you know we can hear you talking on the communicator, right?" Reid's voice ca through the communicator.
JJ chuckled, glancing at Jack with her beautiful eyes. Those big, blue eyes really make one's heart flutter.
Jack changed the subject, "Where is Cheryl driving? It's almost ti, help us find a way to get around to the other side."
"Let see, the address seems to be a paid parking lot. I'll replan the route for you."
Following Reid's directions, they arrived at the location provided by the kidnappers before Cheryl. The parking lot was dimly lit at less than 3 a.m. Jack chose a suitable spot to park the car and began checking the weapons.
As expected, they shouldn't need the FK 7.5mm today. Jack first checked the Glock 22 issued to them by the FBI. This gun was exactly the sa model as the one originally issued to the LAPD, and it had almost beco standard issue for federal police and wealthy local police departnts.
"Wow, your spare gun is a bit over the top." JJ was also checking the weapons and was quite surprised to see such a large gun as the FK 7.5mm.
"Better safe than sorry. You never know if you'll run into soone who can still fight back even after taking a dozen shots."
"And this big gun guarantees that no one can still move after taking three shots."
Jack holstered the FK 7.5mm under his arm. Shortly after returning to Los Angeles, Hannah made him a more elaborate holster, along with two custom-made leather belts and four perfectly sized magazine pouches at the back of his waist, which could hold four magazines if necessary.
"Jack's track record is reliable. He's taken down more criminals in a year with the LAPD than I've ever seen in the BAU." Reid had clearly checked his file.
"Alright, let's focus on the current situation. Cheryl's car is coming in." Jack looked towards the parking lot entrance; the yellow Volkswagen Beetle was very conspicuous.
"What will the kidnappers do next? Prepare a car with the key in the parking lot beforehand, put a disposable cell phone inside, and then have her switch cars and phones?" JJ made a prediction based on past experience.
"If he's really after Cheryl, he'll likely act quickly. I might have already spotted him."
Jack's heightened senses detected sothing unusual in a black BMW not far away; a shadowy figure was moving in the driver's seat.
"Jack, fire cautiously. We can't rule out the possibility of a hostage in the car, although the chances are slim." Rossi's voice ca through the earpiece.
"Understood. Just scare him away, make him think he's only a little bit away from success, right?"
Jack quietly opened the car door, signaling JJ to continue monitoring. Using the parked cars as cover, he cautiously made his way towards the black BMW.
The weather was so-so; the only moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the parking lot had only a few streetlights. The darkness provided Jack with perfect cover.
He reached within about ten ters of the BMW and dared not go any further, but he was pretty sure the kidnapper was in that car, because it didn't have license plates.
"The other person is wearing a mask and gloves, so I can't tell their skin color. dium build, and... oh, they're even wearing a tie."
Jack whispered to the others through his earpiece, while backing away. The distance was too close; even if it was acting, it would be an insult to his marksmanship.
At this mont, Cheryl, who had been waiting in the car for a while, opened the door, got out with her luggage bag, and followed the instructions on her phone toward the black BMW parked there.
Everything went exactly as Rossi had predicted. The kidnapper hadn't intended to play many tricks, nor did he care if anyone was following him. He was simply using the pretense of demanding ransom from Cheryl to carry out another kidnapping.
The girl was less than twenty ters from the BMW. The kidnapper had already started the engine and, unable to contain himself, opened the car door, one foot on the ground.
"Jack, JJ, do it!"
At Rossi's command, the two appeared simultaneously, shouting urgently in unison.
"Cheryl, get down."
JJ, who was directly behind Cheryl, simply fired a warning shot into the air with her Glock.
Cheryl alertly dropped to the ground. The person in the opposite car reacted quickly, swiftly retracting his foot and closing the door, almost simultaneously slamming on the accelerator.
Amidst the ear-piercing screeching of tires, Jack ran a few steps, gripped the Glock with both hands, and fired several shots, shattering the right taillight of the BMW.
Watching the black BMW speed away, JJ went forward and helped Cheryl up.
"Why did you do this?" Cheryl yelled at JJ, her emotions spiraling out of control. "Are you trying to kill Tracy?"
"Believe us, he's not after the money. His target has always been you."
Jack, watching her bewildered gaze, led her back to the car.
Back at the Davenport house, Evan nervously pulled his daughter into a hug.
"Cheryl's alright." JJ released Cheryl's hand and handed her to Evan.
Before anyone could say anything, the phone rang urgently again.
Reid, who had been watching the listening device, quickly grabbed his laptop to start recording. Rossi waited a mont, then pressed the answer button.
The sa strange voice, identical to the previous one, rang again. "That was interesting, wasn't it, Cheryl?"
"A little startled, my heart was racing. Did you feel that tension up your spine?"
The voice was panting, seemingly asking a question, but actually describing its own feelings.
"It seems those clever and cunning federal agents saw through my little plan, otherwise, you two would both be in my grasp by now."
"What a perfect pair, what a pity."
"Why did you do this?" Cheryl's eyes were red and swollen as she questioned him.
Rossi pressed a button, the red indicator light lit up, gesturing for Cheryl to be quiet.
The voice on the other end of the phone continued its tirade, "Because you made do it, you both."
"Tracy, Cheryl, you kept giving hints with your eyes, the way you spoke, those cute little gestures — you brought this on yourselves."
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