Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 005: Sheep in the Tiger's Mouth
Kirk noticed that Adrian and Stephen exchanged glances quickly. Although he had only seen photos, he immediately identified them with the real people.
Here comes Steve Gallagher, the top officer of the NYPD's Special Investigations Division.
That turbid voice, as if there is always a mouthful of phlegm in the deep of the throat that has not been cleared and is not intended to be cleared, is very recognizable and you will not mistake it even with your eyes closed.
The first encounter left a deep impression on Kirk.
"Grass!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Apparently, Deputy Senior Commissioner Steve Gallagher was extremely angry and even swore in public.
"Come out! All of you bastards, get out of here!"
"I'm going to kill you all. I mean it. I'm going to kill you one by one, like squeezing an ant. F*ck!"
One after another, those who were busy and those who were not busy all came out and looked at their direct supervisor who was standing at the office door and was furious.
Steve was like a moving volcano, with smoke coming out of his Mediterranean head and his pug-like wrinkles trembling slightly due to the surge of emotions. His eyes were like torches, sweeping across the entire room sharply, and a deep voice came out from the depths of the cave.
"who."
He spoke each word with gritted teeth.
"Who tipped off the Times?"
The whole audience was silent.
Adrian lowered his head, averted his gaze, and leaned against the door panel somewhat uneasily, but he still did not speak.
Wherever Steve looked, he could feel the low pressure spreading, and the tension was quietly spreading.
However, there is one exception.
Kirk.
A figure stood behind Adrian and Stephen, but half a head taller than them. His slender and tall figure was like a model stepping onto a catwalk. In the low pressure, his face was calm and composed. He took out a bag of gummy bears from somewhere and put it into his mouth to chew.
For a moment, Steve was a little unsure of the identity of the person in front of him——
He was standing in the interrogation room and was a stranger. According to common sense, he should be a suspect.
But the point is, he was not handcuffed, and his excited expression was just like that of a passerby, with clear brows and a calm look.
This is not normal.
"Adrian, who is in the interrogation room?" Steve asked directly.
Adrian was in a dilemma. How should he answer? Private detective? Then what? Dig a hole to bury himself and get involved in the suspicion of leaking the news?
Adrian was stuck and couldn't speak at the first time, but he never expected to hear Kirk's voice behind him.
"Jeff Minghella, The New York Times, sir."
"I'm trying to interview two detectives to get their take on the homeless case."
puff.
Adrian almost choked on his own saliva. What...what?
Steve was also stunned. He was completely caught off guard by the unexpected answer.
and!
Kirk even walked around Adrian and Stephen, stepped forward with ease, took out his business card, and handed it to Steve, as if he was preparing to formally introduce himself.
Adrian glanced at the business card... Was he sure it wasn't the one he just got?
Originally, Steve was still a little hesitant. How could a reporter from the New York Times walk into the tiger's mouth after reporting the news on the front page? But when he saw the man in front of him so bold and making a provocative move, all his doubts disappeared, and were replaced by a raging rage.
Subconsciously, Steve wanted to throw the reporter out, but an alarm sounded in his mind. His performance just now had been seen by the reporter, plus it was on the front page of the New York Times. If the reporter just left like that, things would get out of control.
calm!
Steve braked suddenly and controlled himself, his face serious, and took the business card -
"Jeff Minghella".
Today, Kirk came to the police station. How could he not be prepared?
Steve's last bit of doubt disappeared, and he made an invitation, "Jeff, that's great. I hope to have a deeper conversation with you. Please come to my office."
Adrian's heart tightened, "... Reporter , are you sure?"
In fact, the word "Kirk" was already on the tip of his tongue, but in the end he swallowed it without anyone noticing, and Adrian didn't know what was going on.
Kirk turned around and smiled at Adrian, "Are you finally ready to answer my questions now, Detective Adrian?"
The subtext is that Adrian didn't reveal any secrets just now.
Kirk is covering for Adrian.
Adrian couldn't help but be stunned.
The next second, Kirk, who didn't get any response, spread his hands to express his regret, turned around and followed Steve's footsteps, heading towards the office -
From the brief conversation with Adrian just now, Kirk was able to judge that the police station had actually sensed something unusual, but they did not continue the investigation. The reason should be the superiors, who shelved the investigation due to different reasons and different situations.
Therefore, Kirk still needs to talk to Steve. As a reporter, he should be able to bring some surprises.
boom!
As Kirk followed Steve into the office and closed the door, a commotion began to spread, and inquiring eyes were cast towards Adrian and the office. No one spoke or condemned, and all discussions were hidden beneath the calm surface .
But it is precisely those whispers and whispers that make people feel even more uncomfortable.
Adrian couldn't help himself after all.
"The circus is over, so you can stop gossiping. Is there no work for everyone?"
After a roar, everyone dispersed and calm was restored in an instant.
At least , that's what it appears to be.
Adrian turned his head towards the office with worried eyes.
Inside, it was also quiet.
Steve had regained his composure, at least for the time being, and it was a bit ridiculous to look at Kirk who was trying to find a suitable sitting position.
"Who told you the news?"
Kirk looked as if he had no bones, slumped lazily in the chair, and the image of a melting goblin emerged in my mind; his short chestnut brown hair was slightly curled and a little messy, his narrow eyes seemed to be still sleepy, and his whole body exuded a lazy and unruly temperament.
It was obviously ridiculous, but when it happened to Kirk, it seemed natural.
Steve exhaled softly, "So, are you exercising your right to remain silent?"
Kirk raised his eyebrows slightly, his face casual, "Sir, am I under arrest? Is this a formal investigation? Do I need to hire a lawyer?"
Steve paused.
Kirk had a smile in his eyes, "Sir, you know I won't tell you anything. In fact, I want to ask you something."
Steve looked at the young man carefully . "You know I won't tell you anything."
"oh."
Kirk shrugged slightly and sighed to show that he understood. He looked straight at Steve, and then a smile gradually blossomed at the corners of his mouth.
His eyes were fixed on Steve, and he leaned forward slightly, as if ready to attack, but just when he was about to strike, he stopped.
With his right hand, he pulled out two wet tissues and slowly wiped his hands, which were not dirty at all, as if he was cleaning a store.
Silence slowly spreads in the air; at the same time, tension and anxiety slowly erode the skin.
The collision of the stalemate and confrontation produced incredibly strong sparks that almost overflowed.
