Reborn: The Rookie Detective

At this moment, Nolan, sitting in the audience, interjected, "Excuse me for interrupting, sir, may I ask what conditions the prisoner has proposed?"

David Rossi glanced at Sean Delmont, the district attorney's assistant, indicating that he should answer.

"The conditions are: the death penalty is commuted to life imprisonment, with no parole."

Tim, sitting in the back row, immediately voiced his dissatisfaction: "They are actually making an exception for her crime?"

Sean Delmont stepped forward, beginning to display the eloquence he had honed during his courtroom battles.

"This isn't about making an exception for the criminal; it's for the sake of the victim's families. For a long time, the families have been hoping to find the remains of their murdered loved ones."

David Rossi seemed extremely dissatisfied with the agreement reached between the district attorney and the serial killer, directly contradicting him.

"What about the other families who disagree? They were all very relieved when we were able to arrest Dale in California, because California has the death penalty. How are we going to give them an explanation now?"

Sean Delmont glanced at him helplessly. "I'm sorry, but this matter is beyond the FBI's jurisdiction."

"Why does she have to leave prison? Can't we just let her reveal the location of the body while she's in jail?"

Jack asked, feigning ignorance, interrupting the impending argument. David Rossi was clearly going to be his future superior, and clashing with the District Attorney at this point wouldn't be good.

After all, things had progressed to this point, and the District Attorney clearly held the upper hand, with the FBI and the police department acting as accomplices.

Sean Delmont explained, "She insists she can't remember the exact location, and Griffith Park covers 4,000 acres. Dale says only by going to the site herself can she trace her memory and find the burial site."

Angela and Nyla exchanged a glance and said, "It sounds like she wants to use this as an excuse to leave prison."

"To escape and go back to her old ways," Nyla added knowingly.

"Perhaps, but Dyer also knows that if she can't lead us to those three burial sites, the deal is off."

Sean Delmont was still arguing, but the crowd below rolled their eyes and began to murmur. Clearly, this reasoning was utterly absurd. The District Attorney's office was just making trouble for themselves, seeking fame.

Zoe obviously knew what her men were complaining about. She coughed lightly, and the meeting room immediately quieted down.

"Alright, now Captain Grey will assign the specific tasks."

Captain Grey stepped onto the podium again. The matter had been decided from above; even the FBI could only express their dissatisfaction. What objections could their mere precinct possibly have?

"First, seal off the entire police station before the prisoner arrives, stop detaining suspects, and transfer existing suspects to the Twin Towers precinct."

"Then, that pretty troublemaker outside needs someone to keep an eye on her. It's time for Wilshire Police Department's youngest and most handsome guy to step in. Keep an eye on her, Jack, don't let her cause us any trouble."

Angela grinned, making a gun gesture with her hand and pointing it at the bewildered Jack, making a soft "shoo" sound, indicating he was doomed.

Having been extorted by Angela for a meal as hush money for Hannah, Jack pretended to be dejected as he went to the armory to collect his equipment. Of course, this was just a joke between friends; in reality, as the department's beloved sweetheart, Hannah had many more informants within Wilshire Police Department than just her best friend.

"Does seeing me make you so unhappy?" Tyler Kelly's makeup was exceptionally refined today, and she smiled radiantly when she saw Jack, exuding a charming girl-next-door vibe.

"How did you get permission from the higher-ups to allow you to conduct follow-up filming? Or did you make some kind of deal with that district attorney?" Jack asked curiously. It was unheard of for the police to agree to let a TV station get involved in something like this.

Tyler Kelly stared intently at Jack for a moment, a hint of sincerity appearing in her eyes.

"It seems Hannah isn't just with you because you're pretty. Don't you think I got this opportunity through my father's connections?"

Jack met her beautiful blue eyes for a while before replying.

"Being a news anchor on Channel 8 obviously isn't just about pretty faces and connections. Although I don't know much about your media industry, I've seen several capable professional women like you."

"Hmph!" Tyler Kelly clearly understood Jack's implied meaning and replied with a touch of arrogance.

"Like Hannah's sister Zoe, right? Well, I'll take that as a compliment."

Jack was somewhat surprised. Could Zoe be this girl's idol?

Then he realized, given Zoe's current status, it was quite possible. Just her public coming out as gay was enough for this girl to idolize.

"So, it was Sean Delmont who invited you? He wants to use this to take things a step further and drop the 'assistant' prefix?"

Tyler Kelly chuckled, not answering directly. "Doesn't Hannah often praise you for being smart?"

"You can ask her yourself; she'll be back from Quantico soon."

At that moment, the police station garage door slowly rose, and a white prison van slowly backed in. From the side door, Captain Grey, along with Nolan and others, David Rossi, and the District Attorney's assistant, Sean Delmont, emerged.

"Captain Grey? I'm Commander Conandes." A bald, middle-aged prison guard handed a stack of documents to the commander.

"The prisoner's last meal was at six o'clock, and she went to the toilet 47 minutes ago. That means you don't need to worry about her needs for the next two hours, but you will…"

"Wait, wait, what are these documents?" Captain Grey took the documents, completely bewildered.

"The Eighth Amendment to the Constitution prohibits cruel and unusual punishment. The prisoner is now being transferred to you. Please act in accordance with the law."

"Prisoners are protected by the Bill of Rights. Don't end up being prosecuted."

Commander Conandes wore a smug smile, as if he had successfully handed over a ticking time bomb.

"So what do I have to sign?" Captain Grey, who had never experienced anything like this before, was still a little confused.

"An affidavit stating that I, Antonio Conandes, Commander of the California Department of Corrections, hereby transfer jurisdiction over prisoner 081316 to Los Angeles Police Department — Captain Wade Grey."

"Thanks." Captain Grey, looking helpless, signed his name on the document and handed it back.

"OK, bring her out." Commander Conandes shouted.

The prison van door opened, and a middle-aged white woman with red hair in her forties was pushed out.