Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 58 58: 58-Something's wrong

Five days until Christmas, Angela didn't have to work in the office today. She went on patrol with Jack.

Given that Angela and Wesley's relationship was still in a Schrödinger's cat state, Jack didn't want to provoke this older woman. Otherwise, she might drag him to a bar after work to drink and complain. His super-luxurious kitchen was almost finished, and he was hoping to get the high-powered stove working before Christmas; the Christmas feast depended on it.

The two remained silent in the car for a long ti. Finally, Angela couldn't help but speak, but was interrupted by a call from the command center.

"Patrol car 7-A-26, location: Mrs. gan's dium Studio, silent alarm triggered, ergency situation, siren on, clear the way."

Jack glanced in the rearview mirror; there were no cars behind. He lightly tapped the brakes and sharply turned the steering wheel, performing a beautiful turn to reverse the car, simultaneously activating the siren and heading towards the location displayed on the police computer.

Five minutes later, the two got out of the car and entered a uniquely decorated shop. Angela pushed open the door and heard a heated argunt between a man and a woman inside. She imdiately drew her Glock, and Jack also pulled out his gun.

The outer room of the shop was set up as a waiting room and was empty. The inner room was a studio. The two officers, guns drawn, cautiously moved forward. Upon entering the inner room, they saw a middle-aged white man looking agitated, holding a crystal ball and about to smash it at a woman lying on the ground.

"Answer ! Tell right now, how the hell did you know?!"

Seeing the middle-aged white man's agitated expression, Angela pointed her gun at him and shouted a warning: "LAPD, drop what you're holding."

The woman lying on the ground had exquisite makeup and dressed in a rather exotic style. In Jack's eyes, she looked more like a perforr than a psychic.

She quickly reached out to stop the middle-aged white man's actions: "Could you tell him not to throw it, to put it down gently? This crystal ball is worth $900."

Angela tilted her head, gesturing to the middle-aged white man: "You heard ? Slow down, be a gentleman."

The middle-aged white man, dressed in an expensive suit, was quite perceptive. Seeing two pistols pointed at him, he carefully placed the crystal ball back on the velvet-covered table.

Angela put away her pistol and stepped forward to restrain him.

"Turn around, face the wall."

Jack helped the fallen woman up and asked, "Ma'am, are you alright?"

The woman stood up and looked at Jack, her eyes suddenly lighting up. Her voice, which had been sowhat shrill from fright, imdiately beca deep and had a touch of alluring magnetism.

"I'm fine. I was just reading this madman's mind, and he suddenly went berserk."

The middle-aged white man quickly interrupted her.

"Don't say a word. I have a confidentiality agreent with you regarding spiritual consultations."

The female psychic turned to look at him, as if looking at an idiot.

"There was no such agreent, you bastard."

Angela searched the man's wallet and opened it to check his identification.

Jack continued to question the female psychic: "What exactly did you say that made him beco violent towards you?"

The female psychic continued to look at Jack, her eyes sparkling like a young girl experiencing her first love.

"I was talking to him about our relationship, and I said I saw him with a beautiful woman in the woods, and then he went crazy, yelling at ."

Angela and Jack exchanged a glance, each finding a look of surprise, like winning the lottery, in each other's eyes.

"So, sir, can you tell what happened? Did she just touch on your private matters? Did you do sothing with a woman in the woods recently?"

"No, it's all a misunderstanding." The middle-aged white man began to argue in a panic.

Angela, too lazy to waste words with him, directly turned on the walkie-talkie and contacted the command center.

"Command center, help find a na, Randy L. Fisher."

The command center replied almost instantly: "Patrol car 7-A-26, please note, the suspect's wife was reported missing six weeks ago."

The female psychic beside her was imdiately stunned: "Oh my God, I was just making it up, I didn't see anything."

"You just made it up? How is that possible?" The middle-aged white man's face was full of disbelief.

Angela had already taken out handcuffs and cuffed him.

The female psychic was still going on and on: "Do you think a real psychic would receive custors in a dingy little shop like this?"

Then she turned to Jack with a seductive look, slowly moving closer to him: "Speaking of which, I really did have a picture in my mind, the two of us in my room tonight."

Jack was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back, opened his mouth but didn't know how to answer, and then fled in panic.

It's unclear whether the police uniform enhances soone's handso face, but he's encountered people who approach him proactively before, so even slipping his phone number into his pocket. However, this is the first ti soone has been so directly invited by a female psychic.

Angela, seemingly unfazed, escorted the suspect to the back of the police car. She's long been accustod to her partner's ability to attract attention; when Hannah and Jack patrolled together, she often saw them stopped by so-called talent scouts, who would make all sorts of extravagant promises and hand them a bunch of business cards.

After taking the suspect to the police station and completing the formalities — this guy would naturally be handled by the detective who handled the case — the two returned to the police car, ready to hit the road again.

But just after reporting their status to command center, a new mission arrived: Nolan and Nyla Harper had discovered a strangled male corpse in the restroom of the 7th Avenue bus terminal and needed their assistance.

The so-called "support" usually ans going to help set up a cordon, maintain order, and wait for detectives or relevant departnts assigned to the case, such as the Robbery and Homicide Division or even the FBI.

But today seed a bit abnormal. The four of them had barely exchanged a few words after setting up the cordon when a large number of black cars with various markings arrived. Not only were there agents from the Major Cris Division and the tropolitan Division, but Jack also saw FBI, DHS, and even a white bus with CDC markings.

Just as everyone felt sothing was wrong, a large group of people, completely concealed, got off the CDC bus and quickly sealed off the entire bus terminal.

Nolan muttered to himself, "This is a big deal."

Everyone present felt that sothing was seriously wrong.

Zoe led a group of people to the four of them. The blonde middle-aged woman standing next to her had a very similar appearance to Nolan's ambiguous girlfriend, Carrie.

Zoe looked tense, speaking to Nolan and Nyla Harper, but her eyes kept glancing at Jack.

"Hey, either of you touched the body?"

Nyla Harper pointed at Nolan. "He did, he checked the wallet on the body while wearing rubber gloves."

Jack and Angela both raised their hands. "We only glanced at the body from the doorway."