Chapter 22 Chapter Twenty Two

"Sir, boss," Taylor yelled, dragging Harris into the reception room, "he just stopped us in the hallway and said..." He saw the rows of empty coffee cups and desserts on the table. Donut Wrapper, "Whose Birthday Is It Today?" "Just a little celebration, Barry," Red said. "We knew that you two would show up at this time and bring us good news." Taylor and Harris exchanged a look. "What good news?" "It was you who broke the London serial arson on the first day, and gave everyone the remaining thirteen days to do what we wanted to do."

Taylor slumped his shoulders angrily. "That's funny, boss. But honestly, we tried our best, didn't we, Jess? We've been racking our brains on this case since dawn, and we didn't even stop for lunch." "It hasn't stopped for a second," Harris echoed, "and we're going to continue to investigate tonight." "I'm glad to hear that, Jace," Red said, "because I happen to have something for you two to do on this case." "Boss, what job?" "Remember that Romanian restaurant in Finchley, Jess? That time you met me and Pippa's."

Harris tried to recall for a while, and his eyes lit up after 30 seconds. "Dracula's House?" "That's the one. If you don't mind, it's better to call the restaurant by its original name when you're working." "What's the matter over there? A serial food poisoner on the loose?" "You are going to arrest the sous chef there and bring him back and lock him up overnight." "What, is he really a poisoner?" "Given how many times I've been there with Pippa, I sincerely hope not, Jace." "what is that?"

"You're going to arrest him for arson, related to the bakery building on Farina's Lane, Jace." Taylor's mouth fell open in surprise. "But boss, we haven't solved the case yet." "You two really didn't. But while you and Jess were hanging out and doing nothing constructive, Terry, McGee and I solved not only this case, but seventeen other arson cases as well. One piece broke." This time it was Taylor and Harris' turn to be dumbfounded. "There are two suspects, boys. You two go and get one back, and the other Maizi and Terry will take care of it."

Taylor and Harris looked around the three of them. "Really?" "Really. Well, you two have rested for a while, and I want you to drive to Finchley at once, and stand guard outside that restaurant at eight o'clock at night. I said outside, Barry, not in Oh, the bar inside." "You decide." "The arrest will start exactly at nine o'clock. Before you go in, you'll have to call Mike to make sure he and Terry are already at the other suspect's house. The last thing we want is them ventilating each other Signal. So hold on, here's the sync watch."

Harris' eyes lit up, "Is it really like in the movie?" "This isn't some Counter-Strike team, Jace," Reid reminded. "I want this to be low-key. I don't want, again, I don't want you to make it so big that it's difficult for the manager of the restaurant." .He can't do business for half the night, and he doesn't have a sous chef. He has enough troubles." "Okay, boss." "The two of you are going to go in through the front door and ask to see the manager. Don't reveal your identity until the manager shows up. Then you take him aside quietly, explain the situation, and let him take you to the kitchen for a low-key arrest."

"What if he runs away?" "There's two of you, Jess. Still in a diner kitchen. I'm sure you'll be able to hold the prisoner. Given that you're bringing him back in your own car, handcuffs are a must for safety. But No one, I repeat, no one can see him coming out of the restaurant in handcuffs. You have to find some other exit to get him out." "Why can't you do it in a police car and in a uniform?" Taylor asked. "Because the fewer people know about this arrest the better. If we send a police car, it'll alert the Finchley Precinct. We don't want any gossip until tomorrow morning. Barry, do you understand?"

"Understood, boss." "Where's Jess?" "Understood, boss." "If you two dare to be perfunctory..." "Boss, are you so unconfident?" "To you two? Not at all. Unlike the superintendent, I can see the 'hidden light' in both of you. Did he mention the commendation to you?" Jess Harris gestured around the side of his head with his finger a few times, "He completely confused me, boss." "What recognition?" Taylor said. "The chief superintendent with boundless wisdom decided to nominate five of us as objects of recognition for today's outstanding performance."

"Five of us?" Harris' jaw was about to drop to the ground, "What? Including me and Bazai?" "But we have everything..." Taylor swallowed the second half of the sentence. "Really? Everyone got a commendation?" "The two of you will depend on how you perform tonight, Barry, Jess. Now the director mistakenly believes that you two played a vital role in today's work. If something goes wrong tonight, no matter what Whatever, Director Black will hear the true version of this investigation. Am I clear?" "Understood, boss." Taylor and Harris said in unison.

"Okay," Red said. "One last thing before you get ready to go." "What's the matter, boss?" "I'm sure you've all heard of that nightclub on the West End, Scarlett." Terry and McKenzie nodded.Taylor and Harris looked embarrassed. "There are other venues out there that aren't as big as Half Naked Night. There's a show at The Shithole tomorrow night for example, and Pippa and I will be there. Great music, not to mention good wine and draft beer" Harris shrugged, "So?" "So in order to celebrate our small achievement today, I want to invite all of you to come along, and I invite you for the first round of wine."

"Don't you have to be a member to get in, boss?" Harris asked. "You're right, Jess. But Pippa is a long-term member invited by her ex-husband." Red smiled self-consciously, "Mr. Illusion has finally done something good—that is to say, she can bring Some friends go in. We'll call ahead and put you on the invite list." She said to Terry and Jess, "But it's only for couples, man. You two need to find a partner if you want to come , or pose as a couple." Harris immediately smiled, and his expression was even more exaggerated than the chief superintendent's expression just now, "I will go, boss. Right, Bazi?"