Chapter 1210 The Conflicted Writer and the Female Detective

"With all due respect, young men, I don't think these things will be of much use in your hands."

An old man named Michael Smith sat down on the sofa, holding a wine glass in one hand and a thick brown paper bag in the other.

"That person's identity is beyond your imagination. There is a reason why Montgomery made such an arrangement and gave the information to me instead of directly giving it to you, Detective Beckett."

"Senator Bracken? You're right, he's a tough guy to mess with, but after what happened this morning, do you think I can back off?

Moreover, my mother died because of him. She was stabbed with a knife in a dark alley, thrown alone in a garbage dump, and bled to death. As her daughter, how could I turn a blind eye to this? "

Beckett, who had been a little distracted ever since he found out the true identity of the mastermind, finally stopped being silent. He looked firmly at the surprised old man in front of him and then changed the subject.

“But you’re right. This information is of little use to little people like us. I don’t even know who Councillor Bracken’s political opponents are.

So I didn't come here to ask you for these pieces of waste paper. I just want to use your channel to tell him something. Please tell him that I know who he is. Blood for blood, and the fight will not stop until one is dead."

"Kate!" Cassel subconsciously grabbed the female detective's arm, trying to stop her from speaking.

The "young man" Mr. Smith was not moved by Beckett's words. He just sighed again and gently placed the brown paper bag on the table in front of her.

"People like him are untouchable to you. Even I negotiated with him anonymously."

He glanced at Jack, stood up and opened the safe next to the bookshelf. "Since you can find me easily, it means that the method I used is not safe."

Castle and Beckett looked at each other in surprise as they watched him take out a passport and a wad of cash.

"Take all this information away. No matter what you want to do, what happens next has nothing to do with me. I will disappear for a while, or leave the country forever."

Cassel was a little bit incredulous, "You just chose to run away like this?"

Mr. Smith looked at him with a half-smile, “I owed Roy Montgomery a favor, so when he entrusted those documents to me, I did what he asked me to do, because I owed him that.

But I don't owe you anything, so if you refuse this protection, then whatever you want to say to Robert Bracken, or anything else you want to do, you are free to do it, but it has nothing to do with me."

He paused, looking at Beckett with pity, "I'm sorry about your mother's matter, but you must know one thing, although Robert Bracken did rely on those black money to successfully run for election and enter Congress, and then gradually climbed to his current position.

But he was not as grassroots as he claimed. His father, Old Bracken, was also a senator many years ago.

Besides, Bracken was in the army before, and he met some very powerful guys in the army, and there are always people protecting him, so this is a dead end."

"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Smith, and I wish you a safe journey." Jack stopped the two people who wanted to say something and stood up to say goodbye.

On the way back, Cassel was still indignant. "It's unreasonable. He chose to escape without fighting."

"That's what normal people do."

Jack was quite amused. The man was rich but had retired for many years. Besides, for a lawyer, upholding justice was an option that only appeared in literary works.

Mr. Smith, remembering Montgomery's life-saving grace, has already done his duty by lending a hand. He cannot ask for more.

“It’s okay, I know a lot of journalists and media people”

Castle kept on trying to comfort the female detective, but was interrupted by Beckett, "No need, Castle, Mr. Smith is right.

This matter has nothing to do with him, and it also has nothing to do with you and Jack. I'm sorry, my mind is a bit confused now. Can you take me home first? I need to think about it carefully."

Here it comes, the pretentiousness that is unique to critical moments in American TV dramas began. Jack rolled his eyes silently, parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and looked seriously at the two people in the back seat of the car.

"First of all, can you two answer a question for me? This is very important. Please think carefully and answer me. What is the current state of your relationship?"

"We are just friends." Cassel blurted out the second half of the sentence but swallowed it back under Jack's stern gaze.

"We are all adults. Don't tell me that you two still don't understand your relationship with each other. Especially you, Beckett. Don't tell me that you are not in love with Cassel."

Ignoring the writer beside him with his mouth half-open in "horror" and a look as if he was about to have a heart attack, Jack stared into the eyes of the female detective.

"When I arranged for Kevin, Esposito, Alexis, and Martha to go to Los Angeles, you didn't suggest sending Cassel away as well, because you knew he wouldn't leave you at this time, right?"

The beautiful detective opened her mouth as if she wanted to explain something, but in the end she said nothing.

"As for you." Jack pointed at Cassel impolitely with his finger, "Don't you have anything you want to say to Beckett? For example, Frank's identity, and the relationship between the two of you."

20 minutes later, the GMC driven by Jack started again and remained silent until it returned to the underground parking lot of the small building.

Naturally, the confession of love between a man and a woman would not happen in front of a light bulb. The main thing was that Cassel confessed to Beckett what they had done in Paris and the fact that he had a new father.

Beckett then fell into a long period of voicelessness.

Even though even Cassel didn't know that Jack later killed a senior FSB official with ultra-long-range sniping, the fact that they slaughtered a large number of world-famous wealthy people and rescued more than a dozen innocent girls from an underground auction was enough to make Beckett feel that his own deeds seemed insignificant.

"Go to bed early. I will help Frank solve his current troubles first. As for the senator, I think he should be able to find a way when Frank is free.

As for these data"

Jack patted the thick manila envelope and said, "I think it might be of some use."