Commander Grey clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.
"OK, let's assign tasks. Nolan, you'll find a way to get Rosalind to reveal the remaining two burial sites, then go pick up Dr. Brennan and her team."
"Bradford, Lopez, and Harper, the three of you, through your respective informants, try to find the mastermind behind the black market in the California Won's Central Prison."
Then he looked at Jack: "Officer Tavelor, please co to my office."
...
"That FBI agent, David Rossi, has been asking a lot about you. Do you know why?"
Commander Grey closed the office door and asked in a deep voice.
Jack nodded. The transfer no longer needed to be hidden; others had probably already noticed sothing was amiss. Rossi's attitude was too obvious.
"I should be able to graduate with my bachelor's degree early this year. Ma-, uh… that Dr. Cahill from the EAP counseling center, wants to pursue a master's degree in psychology under her and recomnded to David Rossi."
"He's a veteran of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, the BAU, and he's rebuilding an action team, hoping I can join."
"Professor Cahill, is that Maureen Cahill?" Commander Grey's face showed a strange expression; he had clearly heard of his female boss's partner.
Jack nodded, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
"I told David Rossi that you're the best young man I've ever t — quick-witted, skilled, and you even saved my life. I assured him he didn't make a mistake."
Commander Grey raised his voice slightly; this was the first ti Jack had heard him praise him in private.
But he had to admit, his boss was indeed a rare and excellent leader, absolutely devoted to his subordinates.
Not only did he support Tim's participation in the commander exam and speak well of Nyla in her fight for visitation rights with her daughter, but he even publicly admitted at a briefing that he had once been prejudiced against the rookie Nolan and sincerely apologized.
Therefore, Jack's gratitude towards him was also heartfelt.
"Thank you, Commander, thank you very much."
Commander Grey waved his hand to interrupt Jack: "At first, I didn't quite understand why Captain Anderson chose the three of you to join the precinct. One was too young and inexperienced, one was too old and experiencing a mid-life crisis, and then there was Chen (Lucy), a seemingly delicate girl."
"But now I must admit that the Captain's eye for talent is sothing I lack. It's a pity that she's also leaving the precinct."
Seeing his hesitant expression, Jack also felt a little sad. "Commander, I want to say is that it's an honor to be your subordinate."
Commander Grey quickly composed himself. "Alright, let's get to work. This Rosalind is cruel and cunning. We need to give it our all. Close the door when you leave."
Leaving the commander's office, Jack saw Tyler peeking out in the corridor and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
"Why are you still here?" It was already 3 PM. Jack genuinely hadn't watched Channel 8 news, but usually from 5 PM to 6:30 PM was news ti on various TV stations.
"I'm going back to the station right away. I wanted to thank you, since you saved earlier." Tyler blinked, and to be honest, she looked kind of cute.
"Take this." Jack thought for a mont, then took out the last tracking device and handed it to her. He didn't need it himself, but if Rosalind's accomplices ca looking for him, he'd be more than happy.
This girl had been with them all day. Rosalind had tricked the prosecutor into bringing the dia along; besides publicizing her killings, she might have other motives. It was better to be on the safe side.
"What's this?" Tyler took the black disc, sowhat puzzled.
"It's an FBI tracker. Rosalind is plotting sothing, and I'm worried it might involve you."
"You seem quite concerned about ," Tyler smiled smugly, without displaying any of that lodramatic arrogance or self-destructive behavior. She opened her Louis Vuitton bag and was about to stuff the tracker inside.
"It's best to keep it close to your body. Rember to return it after you're done." Jack ignored her ramblings but still gave her a reminder.
Tyler's blue eyes darted around. She unbuttoned her top, inserted the small disc into her cleavage, and patted it afterward. "Is this okay?"
'Are you and Angela taught by the sa teacher?'
....
Nolan's persuasion plan, or rather, his verbal sparring, was a resounding success. Rosalind, locked in the detention cell, revealed the second burial site, giving Jack, on the other side of the one-way glass, goosebumps.
The LAPD's forensic team spent three hours bringing back two sets of skeletons.
Jack drove Rossi to the coroner's office.
"Nolan, how did it go?" At the entrance to the autopsy room, Jack t Nolan, who was talking to a white woman.
"We just arrived too. This is Temperance, my ex-wife Sarah's sister."
Rossi naturally recognized Temperance, and the two greeted each other familiarly.
"Thank you for coming to help, Ms.Bones."
"Don't call Bones. And who is this?" Brennan looked at Jack, her eyes sparkling.
"I'm Jack Tavelor from the LAPD. You can just call Jack. Dr. Brennan, I've read your book, it's really great."
"Do you have Asian ancestry? I see Mongoloid features in your facial bones." Brennan looked thoughtful and directly touched Jack's cheek.
"Uh, yes, I have one-quarter Japanese ancestry."
Jack took a half step back and looked at Nolan for help.
"Temperance, let's talk about the corpses."
Nolan awkwardly pulled Brennan aside and pushed open the door to the autopsy room. Inside, four stainless steel autopsy tables were arranged in pairs, each holding a corpse in varying degrees of decomposition.
A sowhat thin white man was selecting insects from one of the corpses and placing them into test tubes. Several laptops were on a table against the wall, and a woman dressed as if she had just returned from a Hawaiian vacation was running 3D software, seemingly working on a skull reconstruction.
"This is Jack Hodgins, a PhD in entomology, also proficient in microbiology and mineralogy. Angela Montenegro, our artist and our computer expert, is skilled in 3D modeling," Brennan introduced them.
Jack Hodgins was completely absorbed in his work, not even looking up. The brightly dressed Angela Montenegro seed excited to see the three handso n of different ages, clearly a mber of the "looks-matter" club.
"Let's talk about the corpses first; we're short on ti," Rossi said, getting straight to the point.
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