Chapter 817 Prison Break (VII) PS: Explosive Discovery

Prison guard Rountree's home is less than 20 kilometers away from the prison and less than 10 kilometers south of the helicopter crash site. When Jack and Sheriff Roland arrived, the state police inspection team had not even arrived yet.

Now is not the time to wait for the inspection team. The two put on shoe covers and rubber gloves and walked into Rountree's house.

It was a stereotyped American wooden bungalow. Jack did not enter from the main door, but walked around and walked into the garage through the raised garage door in the backyard.

In the empty garage, a long trail of blood formed by dragging led all the way to the house. Miller Rountree's body was thrown casually in the corridor leading to the living room. The pistol in the holster had disappeared. His wife's body fell between the kitchen and the living room. The cause of death was gunshot.

"Miller Rountree was wearing a prison guard uniform. He was probably about to go out after receiving a call from the prison, but he was blocked by Simic and Maldonado in the garage."

After Jack finished speaking, he began to check each room one by one. As expected, he found prison uniforms and prison guard uniforms thrown in the bathroom, and the shower room also had signs of use.

Sheriff Roland, who was following behind him, frowned and began to count the time with his fingers. After a while, he nodded in agreement, but still had some doubts.

"The two sides are less than 10 kilometers apart, so it's no problem to walk there. They came straight here after the crash, but the problem is that the Scranton airport is in the northeast and the Rountrees are in the southeast.

Simmich has a gun, so they can just go northeast and rob a house along the way, and they can still get cars and clothes."

Jack sneered, "It must be Simich's idea. They didn't know that the state police set the search range too far at the beginning, and missed the crash site not far from the prison."

As he said this, he opened the map on his phone, marked the crash site first, and then drew a straight line between the forest and the Rountrees. Sheriff Roland, who was familiar with the local situation, immediately understood.

"This route is far from the main road, relatively remote and not easy to be discovered. Their prior plan obviously did not include the possibility of a helicopter accident, so the pilot did not prepare replacement clothes in advance.

Both Maldonado in orange prison uniform and Simic in prison guard uniform are very conspicuous, and this is the best choice."

While the two were talking, Jack continued to check the rooms one by one. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, his eyelids jumped slightly, "It seems that the Langtry family who has a close relationship with Simic is not so innocent."

Sheriff Roland, who walked into the bedroom one step behind him, almost exclaimed, "Oh my God, there are at least 200,000 US dollars here." The door of the bedroom closet was opened, revealing a layer of neatly stacked green bills.

"A few stacks are missing, about $6,000, and some of it should be used as travel expenses. Inform the state police to check the surveillance of nearby shopping malls and second-hand clothing stores.

Miller Rountree's body shape is too different from the two fugitives. His old clothes should not fit him well. The fugitives may buy new clothes nearby to change their appearance, or even change their vehicles."

After hearing this analysis, Sheriff Roland, who was already very convinced of Jack, the FBI, quickly contacted the state police.

At the same time, Jack called Jubal again, "Let me guess, Miller Rountree is one of the group of prison guards who is solely responsible for Maldonado's cell?"

"Yes, he is one of the two people in charge of the night shift. What did you find in his house? Cash?" Jubal guessed that Jack must have found evidence that Miller Rountree was bribed.

Jack snorted coldly, "At least $200,000. Don't let go of his partner, and any other prison guards who are close to Simic and Miller Rountree."

"Understood. In addition, Aubrey and Jiejie just sent back news that they found the private plane that Maldonado planned to use to escape at the Scranton Airport, and also caught his mistress."

Jubal's voice was slightly relaxed. Compared with the initial cluelessness, they were finally no longer in a state of blind men groping in the dark.

"OK, let them bring her back, I'll rush back to the prison immediately." Jack put away his phone and walked out of the house. Only then did he realize that it was already the time when the lights were on.

Rushing back to the prison with Sheriff Roland, in the temporary command center, Jubal was wolfing down a dinner plate, and Hannah and Clay had also returned and were drinking water and resting on the side.

"The ERT team extracted the DNA of the suspected murderer in the church, but the results will not be available until at least tomorrow morning."

Jack took the plate from Hannah, and his mouth curled up slightly. The plates in the American prison were exactly the same as the stamped stainless steel plates he used in the school cafeteria in his previous life.

This prison food experience was much better than the one Jack had tasted in the small town of Margrave. Of course, it may also be that the prison prepared a special meal for everyone.

The two people who were eating voraciously face to face talked while eating. Jubal, who had been reminded by Jack before, obviously also gained a lot, but his face was a bit hard to describe.

"Flynn Beckett, the prison guard who worked with Miller Rountree, has confessed that he also took $200,000 and provided convenience for Simic and Maldonado when he was on duty at night."

"What convenience?" Jack was a little confused. Could it be that Simic was the real planner of this prison escape? The two needed to meet frequently at night to discuss the details of the prison escape?

Not only Jubal, but also Hannah and Clay who were sitting next to him couldn't help but look weird at this moment.

"A tryst." Jubal said a word lightly, and the next second there was only a "puff" sound.

Jack sprayed the mashed potatoes in his mouth clean. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and turned his head in time, otherwise the three people sitting opposite him would be in trouble.

"Wotfake! Are you serious?"

Someone widened his eyes and subconsciously turned his head to look at the two ugly faces on the evidence board that could be described as abstract, and an uncontrollable nausea suddenly rose in his heart.

He looked at the three people who were trying not to laugh with a dull look, put down the dinner plate and walked to the evidence board, peeled off the two photos on it, and put them directly in front of Jubal.

"Look at this, please repeat it again, tell me what the relationship between these two people is?"

"Lovers, gay friends, couples, is it clear enough?" Jubal covered the two photos with his hands and ate without raising his head.

"No, look at this, say it again." Jack's eyes were about to pop out.

"Ugh!" Jubal subconsciously raised his head, then retched, snatched the photo in anger, slapped it on the table, and glared back in anger.

"They are a pair of gay friends, really, and it is Simic who is madly infatuated with Maldonado."