Chapter 1308 Surveillance and Discovery

"In addition, as a veteran who has been in and out of prison for many years, Lawrence Pope was too calm in court."

Aubrey was reading Jack's briefing when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. "Could it be that we are facing another gang-on-gang case? If the perpetrators are corrupt police, it does fit Pope's statement that someone is protecting them."

This kid has a talent for bad luck. Jack glanced at him expressionlessly, playing with an M151 target scope in his hand.

This is a monocular telescope with a magnification ranging from 12x to 40x, usually used by the sniper's observer to identify targets and confirm impact points.

His mission tomorrow morning is to find a suitable position on the clock tower opposite the court and use this thing to track and observe Diane Hansen's every move.

It's only because Cassel is busy preparing for his wedding recently, otherwise he would have to be brought along for the job. Mr. Writer's interest in this kind of thing is probably second only to watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show in person.

Jack thought for a moment and looked at Alice who was busy in front of the computer and said, "It's too early to judge now, but if there really are corrupt police, they must have helpers in the district attorney's office. Alice, how is the investigation of the financial status of our two assistant prosecutors going?"

Alice's fingers were flying on the keyboard. She said without raising her head, "Vann Wheeler still has a 15-year mortgage, plus the alimony he has to pay to his wife every month, so his life is a bit tight.

Diane Hansen is in a slightly better situation, she still has student loans to pay off, but I noticed she sent a check for $5,000 to her mother last month, but it has not been cashed yet.”

Surprisingly, she is still a filial daughter. Jack stood up, put down the monocular telescope in his hand, walked into the kitchen, took out a bag of dried pumpkin seeds from the refrigerator, put the pot on the fire.

First pour a few bags of sea salt into the iron pan, then add some spices such as star anise and cinnamon. When the temperature rises and the aroma comes out, turn to low heat, add pumpkin seeds and start stir-frying.

In fact, tracking and surveillance is a boring job. You can't do anything and you can't be absent. If you stay in the car for surveillance, you have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate in your seat. This is why Jack always complained about the bad smell of Danny's plainclothes police car.

Fortunately, the weather in New York was good these two days. Although the temperature was a bit low, Jack didn't care. He set up a telescope on the terrace of the clock tower and cracked melon seeds while basking in the sun.

Although the security level of the New York State Supreme Court has been significantly increased since Irene Regan was attacked in her office (Chapter 699).

But since they suspected that Diane Hansen might be the victim, no one dared to be careless. Jubal arranged for Clay and Aubrey to disguise as armed security guards and guard the two corridors leading to the front hall and the back door respectively, ready to provide support at any time.

With Jack keeping a close eye on the office at all times, it can be basically ensured that nothing goes wrong.

Although the word "assistant" is placed before the title of assistant prosecutor, just like the word "auxiliary" is placed before the word "police", they receive meager remuneration but undertake a disproportionate workload.

In this regard, Jack still "admires" the gender equality on this side of the Pacific more. There are not only female construction workers here, but also female miners.

As a female assistant prosecutor, Diane Hansen is indeed very busy. Apart from work, she has almost no personal life. She has no time to do handicrafts or study baking, nor does she have time to share health knowledge on WeChat Moments.

She doesn't even have a private car. Of course, this may also be related to New York's poor traffic. Compared with people in other cities in the federation, New Yorkers on Manhattan Island rely more on public transportation for travel.

"Agent Tawalla, have you found anything there?" Harold Finch's voice came from the communicator.

In order to prevent the existence of the FBI from falling into the eyes of some people with ulterior motives, Jack specially "borrowed" a set of communication equipment from the military and placed it on the top of the Federal Building. The range was enough to cover the entire Manhattan Island with some room to spare.

In this way, communication and exchanges between the two parties will not need to rely on mobile phone networks. The encryption and anti-interference frequency hopping of military communicators are both safe and convenient.

You have to know that even in New York, the largest city in the United States, the mobile phone signal in some places is extremely bad. For example, in the previous case, the victim's apartment in the Bronx had to use a landline to make a call.

"Diane Hansen has already drunk three cups of unsweetened black coffee this morning and went to the bathroom twice. Is the life-threatening condition caused by health problems also within the warning range of the 'machine'?"

Jack's joke did not cause any reaction from Finch. He explained seriously, "I invented it to save lives, but there are already mature solutions for monitoring vital signs, such as bracelets."

This guy is more "Red" than Red, Jack complained in his heart. Dr. Red has become more human under the influence of love. Maybe when he becomes a father one day, he will be more like a normal person.

"Wait a minute." Jack noticed the movement in the office opposite through the telescope and interrupted Finch's words.

Because at this time Vann Wheeler knocked on the office door and asked Diane Hansen if she had met the defendant last night.

Finch was also monitoring the female assistant prosecutor's cell phone. After hearing her brief words of perfunctory reply, Wheeler rushed to the meeting. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Jack again.

"Wait, Hansen left, but Wheeler didn't. He slipped back into the office and turned on Hansen's computer."

Through the telescope, the printer on Hansen's desk spit out a document. When Wheeler picked it up, although it only flashed for a moment, Jack could still clearly see the photo of a black man on it.

"Finch, you'd better notify Reese to act immediately. Wheeler got Mike Pope's information from Hansen's computer and printed a copy."

Before Finch could answer, Reese's helpless reply came from the communicator, "I want to do it right away, but he's still a middle school student. Are you sure you want me to break into the school and catch him right now?"

Finch's voice was a little loud. "Lawrence Pope said that the real murderer was protected by a higher-up. Is it possible that it was this Wheeler? Diane Hansen noticed this, so she deliberately gave him a perfunctory answer?"

"Maybe, but the most important thing now is to control Mike Pope first. Even if he says nothing, we can use him to make his brother tell the truth."

Jack said as he quickly removed the telescope and tripod, "Reese, stay at the school gate. I'll be there soon. If necessary, we can go in and take Mike away by force."