Chapter 259 Chuck, I am a Texan, accustomed to light and justice!

In front of a single house.

The police car stopped.

"Are you sure this is here?"

The police detective looked at the beautiful hostess on the lawn who was bending over to trim the flowers, a harmonious scene of infinite beauty on a dangerous peak, and he really couldn't connect this with the kidnapper.

"He has no courage, let alone the ability to lie to me."

Chuck opened the door and got out of the car.

The police detective retracted his fixed gaze on the beauty, got out of the car, passed Chuck, and went up to meet him.

"This lady..."

"Mary Potter."

The beautiful hostess looked over and said with a smile, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Then he looked directly past the police detective and landed on Chuck. His eyes lit up: "I know you. You are the amazing detective Chuck who just issued the reward. Have you found that poor girl?"

"not yet."

Chuck looked at her: "Do you have any clues?"

"I?"

Mrs. Potter was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said: "If I had any clues, I would have called the police immediately, and there would be no need for you to offer a reward for clues."

"I believe you, Mrs. Potter."

The detective immediately gave him full credit.

"Can I go in and talk?"

Chuck looked at her.

"certainly."

Mrs. Potter put down the scissors and invited the two of them into the house: "You guys can sit down and have something to drink?"

"Just tea."

The detective was flattered and said loudly to Mrs. Porter who entered the kitchen. Then he looked at the furnishings in the room and whispered to Chuck: "It can't be her."

"Let's take a look first."

While looking around the room, Chuck took out his cell phone, edited a text message and sent it without looking at it.

"What are you doing?"

When the police detective saw this scene, he couldn't understand it.

"Text a friend at the IRS and ask her to check the family's tax status."

Chuck explained casually.

"..."

The detective's mouth twitched: "Is this appropriate? And why?"

He didn't bother to ask how Chuck did the blind texting or how he had friends in the IRS.

"Why do you keep asking if this is a mistake?"

Chuck asked, "What makes you have a good impression of the Potters, whom you have never seen before?"

The detective was stunned.

"Special last names don't count."

Chuck added.

The police detective retracted his gaze that he couldn't help but cast his eyes on again, thought for a moment, and whispered: "Are you implying that her family looks relatively wealthy, so I subconsciously think she is a good person?"

"I didn't give any hint."

Chuck said bluntly: "Isn't this true?"

The detective stopped talking.

His salary may not be paid by "such good people", but a lot of the extra income is donated by "such good people", so it's natural to be close to them, there's nothing wrong with it!

"Your tea."

At this time, Mrs. Porter, who was busy in the kitchen, came over with tea, coffee and water, handed the tea to the detective, and handed the water to Chuck, and she began to stir her own coffee gracefully.

"Thanks."

The detective quickly took it, thanked him with a smile on his face, took a sip, and praised it.

"Where's Mr. Potter?"

Chuck did not drink the water, but looked at Mrs. Potter.

"Of course I'm going to work."

Mrs. Potter smiled.

"What does he do?"

Chuck heard the vibrating sound of his cell phone, took it out to check, and asked.

"Internet."

Mrs. Potter was confused: "Why are you asking this? What happened?"

"Someone told me that the person most likely to be involved in Jamie's disappearance is your husband."

As Chuck spoke, he checked the Potter family's tax payment records that Susan sent. After quickly scanning page by page, he raised his eyes and looked at Mrs. Potter: "What do you think about this?"

"impossible!"

Mrs. Porter was shocked: "My husband is a law-abiding citizen, how could he do such an unscrupulous thing?"

"Do you really know your husband?"

Chuck stared into her eyes: "Or are you saying that as a pillow person, you haven't noticed anything unusual at all?"

Mrs. Potter's eyes hesitated for a moment, but she still shook her head: "No! I believe my husband!"

"Then I'm really sorry."

Chuck showed her the Potter family's tax bill: "I'm going to tell you a shocking reality. Your husband is not the Internet elite you imagined. He has another side. At least that's what your tax bill says.

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Mrs. Porter was silent as she listened to Chuck explain that the items on the tax bill were completely different from the income and expenses she knew.

"Now, take us to the basement!"

Chuck put away his phone, stood up and looked at her with a commanding tone.

Mrs. Potter subconsciously got up and walked a few steps.

The detective's cell phone rang suddenly. After answering the call, he said a few words and then looked at Chuck with an excited expression.

"Found it! Jamie has been found! She was taken away by a family. The neighbor called the police. Our people have rushed there and found Jamie!"

At this time, Chuck's cell phone also rang. When it was connected, it was Chandler's voice: "Chuck, the police notified us that Jamie was found. I am accompanying Tim and Shelly to confirm. You

where are you now?"

"You go and confirm first, and notify me of the results as soon as possible."

Chuck said this, hung up the phone, and then calmly looked at Mrs. Porter standing there: "Continue!"

"Didn't you hear that?"

The police detective said in surprise: "Jie Mi has been found!"

"so?"

Chuck asked back: "I remember your police records. Before Jamie, there were a total of 148 missing children in your local area over the years."

"You mean..."

The detective looked at Mrs. Potter in disbelief.

"Sorry, I forgot, I don't have the key."

After this incident, Mrs. Potter's attitude had changed. Her eyes flickered and she said, "If you want to see it, you can only wait until Jason comes back."

"No locks are allowed in the basement."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Thank you, Mrs. Potter, for providing us with useful clues! If you have any other suspicious clues about your husband, please tell us. Now take us to the basement to have a look!"

Mrs. Porter looked flustered: "Here, doesn't this require a search warrant?"

"Do we need a search warrant?"

Chuck stared at her: "So you are also an insider? What do you know?"
To be continued...