Chapter 793 “Blue Wall of Silence”

"No, you don't mean the same thing."

Jack added silently in his mind, and then asked, "So, Gabriel and Officer Amy Campbell didn't have much contact when they worked together in the Newark Police Department, right?"

"They are just colleagues, not partners. As far as I know, they have not performed any tasks together." Inspector Peroni's tone was very sure.

Jubal glanced at Jack and saw him nodding slightly, knowing that their purpose of coming here had been achieved. He seemed to stand up and leave, but suddenly he seemed to think of something and asked a question.

"Do you know the reason why Officer Amy Campbell left the Newark Police Department?"

Inspector Peroni spread his hands and looked helpless.

"Probably because Patterson gave her better treatment. You should know that she has two children. Patterson's benefits are better and allow her to spend more time with her. children."

"It seems she was just unlucky and happened to meet Gabriel." Jubal nodded slightly, with an expression that said, "I understand."

Jack also stood up from his seat with Jubal, and took the initiative to extend his hand to thank you, "Thank you for taking the time, Inspector Peroni."

"I'm sorry that I couldn't help you, but I hope you can catch that bastard as soon as possible." Before leaving, the police inspector still had a "sincere" smile on his face.

After leaving the police station, Jubal's originally smiling expression suddenly turned cold. "I can understand the inspector's feeling that he doesn't want to have anything to do with the troublemaker, but his behavior seems too eager."

"Is there any way you can get more detailed information without alerting the Newark Police Department, or at least this branch? It would be best if we could collect all the cases that Gabriel experienced during his internship here. Turn it out." Jack didn't want to be too alarming.

There is a proprietary name in academia called the "Blue Wall of Silence", which refers to a tendency among police officers to support and protect each other.

The word itself is neutral, and is generally regarded as an acceptable behavior, something like hiding from a relative.

But when police are accused of abuse of power or excessive use of force, the behavior can feel a little tricky.

Frank Regan, as the boss of the New York Police Department, was still walking on thin ice when investigating the "Blue Templars", a gang hidden within the police department because of his son's death. It was also because of this unwritten rule. .

If Frank had directly chosen to overturn the table without sufficient evidence at that time, it is likely that a large number of fish would have slipped through the net due to the rule of the "Blue Wall of Silence".

In fact, when Sonny Malewski chose to commit suicide (Chapter 653), he was still enforcing the "Blue Wall" law, and his death brought the whole thing to an end.

As an old FBI agent, Jubal naturally knew this kind of thing better than Jack. He frowned and thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded with a grimace.

"I'll try my best. I have an old friend in the FBI's Newark office." Before he could finish his words, he saw the corner of Jack's mouth curl up into something that was not a smile.

"Is that Director Rena Trenholm, right? The last rape case due to errors in DNA evidence probably didn't affect your old lover's future, right? You two reconciled later?" Jack revealed with a smirk. Got his old background.

Jubal couldn't help but was speechless, "How did you know?" Then he realized, "Last time you saw her coming to me?"

"It's just a coincidence. Jiejie happened to meet her at the elevator entrance and she was looking for you." Jack was about to tease him a few more words when his phone vibrated several times.

"It seems it's not time to rest yet." After reading the message from Jiejie, Jack's face looked a little strange.

"What's wrong?" Jubal guessed that it was something serious, and his expression darkened again.

"Remember that among the two state troopers who were killed in the restaurant before, one of them was the one we suspected was Gabriel's real target?" Jack asked.

"Yes, it seems to be called Tyler Kubiak." Jubal said that he still had an impression.

"Jiejie discovered that his father was an emergency worker at the Nokwa Fire Department, and the area he was responsible for happened to overlap with that of Gabriel's station."

Hearing Jack's words, Jubal's eyes lit up, "Doesn't this seem like a coincidence?"

"It must not be."

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"Bang!" Half a bottle of whiskey was slammed down on the table. The eyes of the over-500 white man were red, and he exhaled heavily, his voice full of anger.

"The only thing I know about Gabriel Clark is that he is the murderer of my son. I have only one thought about him, and that is that I hope you catch him as soon as possible, and it is best to send him to hell."

"Catching him is what we came to find you for, but we also need your help, Mr. Kubiak." Jubal stated the FBI's position and then asked.

"Gabriel grew up in Newark. Is it possible that your son Tyler knew him?"

The heartbroken father slumped back onto the couch, wiping the tears running down his cheeks. "They couldn't have known each other. Tyler's mother and I divorced at an early age, and he had lived with his mother in Addison since he was a child."

"Are you sure?" Jack sat down opposite him, leaning forward slightly and looking directly into his eyes.

"Of course, Tyke has been a child with a gentle personality since he was a child. He would not fool around with a little bastard like Gabriel who lacks family education."

Jack pulled up the photo of Gabriel Clark from his mobile phone and put it in front of the father, "I suggest you take a good look at this photo. The precinct he was in before is in the same area as yours. You may meet him. Pass him."

"I've never seen it." Mr. Kubiak's eyes flickered. He subconsciously turned his head and picked up the liquor on the table and took another sip. "Just looking at the photo makes me feel extremely sick."

Jack's tone was slightly sarcastic, "Really? It seems that Newark is different from New York or Los Angeles. I previously thought that the 'blue wall' law only existed between police, firefighters or EMT (emergency medical treatment). Technicians) don't care about the police shit.

You said that neither you nor Taylor knew Gabriel, but you blurted out that he lacked a tutor. This shows that you know his situation. His mother died when he was very young, and his father was an alcoholic. That's it. Of? "

Seeing that the other party's expression was stagnant, Jubal took the opportunity to add another weight to the scale, "Mr. Kubiak, we believe that Gabriel's behavior towards your son was out of personal grudges, that's why he acted for the second time." A house visit for a while.

Now that we've reached this point, do you think there's anything else you need to hide? Lying to the FBI is a serious crime, and we don't want to see more unfortunate things happen. "

Mr. Kubiak stood up suddenly, stared at the two FBI agents, grabbed whiskey again and took a big sip of whiskey, "Maybe you are right, there is really no need to hide anything.

You are right, this is indeed a personal grudge, but it has nothing to do with Taylor, Gabriel is here for me! "

He walked around the sofa in the living room, seeming to calm down and organize his words. After a while, he spoke again.

"About two years ago, the ambulance I was in was called to a shooting scene related to the Newark Police Department. I think it was a drug raid on a certain house.

At that time, a civilian in the house was shot dead by the police. This was nothing, but I saw Gabriel arguing with a female police officer at the scene. "

"Is this the African-American policewoman?" Jack showed him the photo of Officer Amy Campbell again.

"It should be, but I'm not very impressed." Mr. Kubiak hammered his head in pain, and muddy tears could not help but flow down his cheeks again.