章節 199: Chapter 199: Coveted Twins (Part 2)
"Tracy is a fighter; even with a gun to her head, she wouldn't just comply."
"When we were teenagers, we especially resisted close protection. Our father insisted we learn self-defense, which is how we managed to ditch the bodyguards once we got into college."
Listening to the girl speak confidently, JJ flipped through the report provided by the scene officers and pointed to the interior of the car in the photo, addressing Jack.
"She's right. There are scratch marks on the car seat. Tracy was forcibly dragged out."
"Do you think your sister is still alive?" Jack asked Cheryl.
"I know she is," Cheryl replied with determination in her eyes.
JJ was somewhat skeptical. "Are you really confirming this through that twin telepathy thing?"
Cheryl looked a bit resigned, as if she had explained this too many times.
"It's not as magical as you think. It's not like if you poke her with a needle, I'll cry."
"But if something is troubling her, making her unhappy, I can feel it. Even if we're thousands of miles apart, we can sense each other's moods."
Jack and JJ exchanged glances, both somewhat doubtful.
"Looks like we need to consult our human encyclopedia to find out if there really is such a mystical connection between twins."
Jack took the documents from JJ and reconstructed the scene based on the environment.
"According to the tire marks in the photo, Tracy and her boyfriend drove through here, and a car was parked in the middle of the road, forcing them to brake abruptly. They might have gotten out to check. Hmm, their footprints extend here and then turn back."
"When they returned to the car, the kidnapper suddenly appeared and shot the boyfriend in the driver's seat. Very decisive. The bullet entered the forehead, passed through the back of the head, and lodged in the headrest."
"That's odd," Jack turned to JJ.
"To the kidnapper, Tracy's boyfriend was an obstacle. He only wanted to kidnap Tracy alone. Killing the boyfriend makes sense, but going around to the front and shooting him point-blank seems overkill."
"Out of hatred? Did the kidnapper want Tracy's boyfriend to feel fear before he died?" JJ concluded instinctively after hearing Jack's reconstruction.
"Your guess sounds less scientific," Cheryl murmured from the side.
"Maybe. We should head back."
Jack shrugged. He started to realize how enjoyable working at the BAU was, with plenty of officers, detectives, and even FBI agents to assist. They just needed to gather and analyze all the information.
After escorting the lovely Cheryl to the back seat, Jack drove with JJ, and the three of them headed to the Davenport residence. The two DOJ agents who acted as bodyguards followed them in another car.
The Suburban, a full-size SUV at 5.7 meters long, over 2 meters wide, and 1.9 meters tall, was not only stylish but also enjoyable to drive. Jack loved the feeling of driving a big car.
Unfortunately, the BAU had to travel nationwide, so he would probably have to borrow cars in the future. The FBI was unlikely to assign him a dedicated vehicle.
When they arrived at the Davenport home, the local FBI support team agents were about to leave. They had checked the house for bugs and brought a bunch of equipment.
There were several laptops and a complete set of phone tracking and recording devices. As Jack and the others entered, the ever-resourceful Reid was busy setting up and preparing the equipment.
A haggard-looking middle-aged man saw Cheryl behind Jack and exclaimed softly, hugging her.
This must be the father of the twin girls, Evan Davenport.
Rossi was sitting on the couch, looking frustrated with a thick manual, resembling an old man on the subway struggling with his phone.
"Fallen behind with new technology?" Jack teased.
"I thought learning to use a smartphone was enough. I didn't expect even surveillance equipment to update so quickly," Rossi replied helplessly. "We used tape recorders back then."
"This button answers calls. This one mutes our side; pressing it lights up a red indicator. We can hear the other side, but they can't hear us."
"Leave the rest to me. The computer will record the conversation and convert it to text," Reid said, deftly setting everything up.
A well-dressed young man, about thirty, stood up to leave, reassuring the worried father, Evan Davenport.
"Evan, don't worry too much. The New York office will track the call, and Rossi and his team will fully assist you. The two DOJ agents will stay here for close protection, and there are two FBI teams outside for 24-hour surveillance."
Evan Davenport shook his hand. "Thank you, Shiel. Say hello to your father for me."
"Are you familiar with that agent?" Jack asked casually, glancing at the departing figure.
Evan Davenport, his mind on his missing daughter, nodded absently and explained, "He's from the New York office, quite young and successful. I often deal with his father."
Jack looked at the clock. It was just before 7 AM, a little over an hour until the kidnapper's scheduled call. He asked the group, "Coffee? I'll make some. We need to be at our best before the call comes in."
"I'll help," JJ, who always seemed gentle and virtuous, offered.
"Americano with double sugar," Reid answered without looking up from the documents.
"When we get back, I'll make sure you burn off those extra calories," Jack joked, heading to the kitchen with JJ, guided by Cheryl.
While frying eggs on the stove, Jack and JJ discussed the twin topic again.
"Maybe because I'm an only child, I find it incredible. Is there really such a thing as telepathy?" JJ wondered, frowning beautifully.
"In fact, it might have a physiological basis," Reid chimed in, drawn by the smell of food.
"Go on, Mr. Know-It-All," Jack prompted him.
"I just reviewed their birth records. Tracy and Cheryl are rare mirror twins, meaning one of them has reversed internal organs. That's the younger sister, Tracy."
"Her heart is on the right, and her liver is on the left."
JJ's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Mirror twins occur when a single fertilized egg splits more than a week after conception. Their last strand of DNA coding is identical. There are some documented cases of such twins sharing physiological pain," Reid explained.
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