Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 87 87: 87-High Alert

Tyler Kelly, standing beside Jack, quickly signaled to the caraman behind her to point the cara at the other person.

Although Jack's mories of this part of the story were quite vague, he still had a strong impression of Rosalind Dale, who bore a striking resemblance to J.K. Rowling, the author of *Harry Potter*.

He subconsciously glanced at Lucy next to Tim; it seed that in this part of the story, Lucy was kidnapped by this serial killer's admirer and almost buried alive. He needed to find a way to prevent such a terrible thing from happening.

Since Jack had already verified that the plot could not only be changed through his personal efforts, such as saving Zoe before, but it could also unfold on its own, such as Lucy and Nolan having passed their rookie stage ahead of ti.

Therefore, nipping the danger in the bud was the best choice, because who knew if things would develop in a worse direction.

Jack's brain started racing. In his mory, Rosalind Dale's admirer seed only interested in won. In the show, he t Lucy, who was single at the ti, at a bar, but now Lucy and Tim were almost there, and it was unlikely Lucy would go to a bar with another man.

So, if he were Rosalind Dale, who would he instruct the killer to target?

Looking around, he saw several people present. Angela was pregnant and had been behaving herself lately; Nyla was still fighting for visitation rights with her daughter; Zoe was a police captain; and all three were quite capable and intelligent. That weak admirer would probably be beaten to a pulp if he faced them.

Jack felt a headache coming on and decided to stop guessing. This wasn't a ga where you had to follow the rules.

"Hello, David, you're still as charming as ever," Rosalind Dale, strapped to a wheelchair and pushed off the prison van, looked up at the people in front of her.

"Hello, Rosalind, long ti no see."

David Rossi, having probably seen too many psychopaths, greeted her with a smile and a nod, as if she were a normal person.

Rosalind glanced around and saw Lucy, Nyla, Angela, Tim, and Nolan standing in a row to her left, their faces expressionless. She smiled slightly as well.

"Aren't you going to introduce your friends?"

Commander Grey asked rudely, his face dark. "It's written on their na tags. Can't you see for yourself?"

"This Commander Grey is a bit unfriendly. I hope he won't give a hard ti later."

If one ignored her history of ruthless killing, Rosalind's smile was quite charming, even considered a beauty by so n in their 40s or 50s.

"Why doesn't she look like a serial killer at all?" Tyler Kelly nudged Jack with her elbow and asked in a low voice, sowhat curious.

"Should I find a way to leave you alone with her for a while?"

Seeing her shake her head in terror, Jack's lips curled into a wicked smile.

At this mont, Commander Grey waved to the people nearby, and three policewon stepped forward and removed the restraints from the wheelchair one by one.

Rosalind struggled to get up, suddenly letting out an "Ah!" and stumbled. Nolan, who was nearby, reacted quickly and caught her.

"Thank you." Rosalind smiled at Nolan, her eyes sparkling. Nolan paused for a mont, then expressionlessly looked away, no longer eting her gaze.

'Slap!'

In the distance, Jack slapped his forehead ntally, thinking to himself, 'It's starting, it's starting! The ill-fated relationship between the serial killer and the 'good-natured' Nolan has begun.'

Commander Grey announced that they would depart in 20 minutes, and everyone in the precinct sprang into action.

Jack checked the vehicle and equipnt, and knowing they would be climbing a mountain, he took an Adidas sports backpack from the locker, stuffed several bottles of water inside, and threw it into the trunk.

Entering the detention cell, Nyla was searching Rosalind. The woman was still as arrogant as before, even making provocative remarks.

"The prison has already been checked, and the police ca again. Speaking of which, I quite admire your professionalism."

"Once, I pulled out the teeth of a greedy anesthesiologist one by one and chopped off his hands that were touching . It would have been easier to just use a hamr, but you have to be professional to be proud of what you do. What do you think, Officer Nolan?"

Nolan said expressionlessly. "Ma'am, if you're trying to intimidate with this story, you're in for a disappointnt."

Jack chuckled. "She's not intimidating you, she's flirting with you."

Rosalind's pupils contracted slightly as she turned to look at Jack, who had just entered the room, her gaze lingering on his na tag.

"Officer Tavelor, is it? You're quite the charming and handso man. The beautiful reporter standing next to you just now was a good match for you."

Jack grinned. "Thank you. You must have been quite a beauty when you were young."

He deliberately emphasized the word "young."

A flash of anger crossed Rosalind's eyes. She ignored him and turned back to Sean Delmont, who was putting a bulletproof vest on her.

"Hey, Sean, should we go find the anesthesiologist's body first?"

Sean Delmont said nonchalantly, "The order doesn't matter, as long as we find all the victims' remains."

"Oh, listen to this 'public servant' tone."

Rosalind continued, looking at Nolan, "Sean is just a sycophantic mid-level bureaucrat, pushing this so he can take over the District Attorney's office next year."

"Hands up." Nyla interrupted her rambling, putting a hard bulletproof vest with LAPD markings on her.

"Ready?" SWAT team leader Hondo appeared in the doorway, fully ard.

Upon seeing Jack, the man bumped fists with him, greeted him, and brought up the invitation to visit the SWAT team again.

The two hadn't seen each other since their last collaboration against the Southern Front, and Jack had completely forgotten about it. He quickly agreed to bring homade food for a visit.

As one of California's most notorious serial killers, Rosalind's transfer was always quite grand. The LAPD not only deployed SWAT armored vehicles to escort her but also specially assigned mounted police to clear the way.

Angela, as one of the division's elite officers, boarded the SWAT armored vehicle with Rosalind. Jack arranged for Tyler Kelly and her caraman to follow behind in their car. Just as they were about to start moving, David Rossi quickly stepped forward and opened the passenger door.

"You don't mind if I ride in your police car, do you?" David Rossi maintained his characteristically elegant Italian tone.

"Of course not, it's my pleasure." Jack watched him fasten his seatbelt, shift gears, and start the car.

Knowing that his future superior had sothing to say, Jack proactively initiated the conversation. He also had so ideas that needed to be implented through this FBI bigwig.

"Was it you who was in charge of arresting Rosalind Dale?"

David Rossi nodded. "That woman has classic antisocial personality disorder, and she's extrely intelligent and emotionally intelligent. She's a very dangerous person. The District Attorney's reaching an agreent with her was a mistake."