Chapter 598 Fear of separation
Twenty minutes later, the two left the Central Park Building.
Amir Khan seemed very worried. After getting in the car, he asked, "What did you say to him in the end?"
“I asked him for a name, someone he thought was related to the case—Mia Carioca.”
Amir Khan wrote down the name and felt it was familiar, but he couldn't remember it clearly. "Do you think he is telling the truth?"
Luke asked, "What do you think?"
Amir Khan thought for a while, “I don’t really believe him.
Because when I was taking notes just now, his demeanor and behavior made me feel a little suspicious, and he might not be telling the truth. "
“I knew he might have lied, so I asked him for a name.”
Aamir Khan glanced out the window and said, "Have you ever thought that this name is also fake? He is misleading us in investigating the case."
"what do you want to say in the end?"
Aamir Khan lowered his voice, "Since we all see that he is lying, is it possible that he is the murderer of Grace Bloomberg?"
“You are right, this possibility does exist.
But there is another possibility that he lied to conceal other things. You have to know that these politicians and rich people have some shady things.
It is more likely that he killed for this reason. If we continue to hold on, we may investigate in the wrong direction. By then, the case will not be solved, but the New York mayor will be offended.
So, as long as there are other clues, we will check other clues first. The suspicion that he killed his wife is not impossible to investigate, but the premise is that there are enough clues and evidence.
What do you think? "
"You are right, this is what should be done." Amir Khan thought about it carefully, tilted his head and said, "You are more tactful than I thought."
Luke smiled and said, “So, I’m doing better than you.
Let's drive, man. "
Luke took out his cell phone and dialed Michael Jeter's number, asking him to investigate Mia Carioca's identity.
Half an hour later, the two returned to the FBI's New York office.
Louis smiled and said, "Amir, how was the conversation with the mayor?"
Amir Khan shrugged, "His house is very beautiful, very beautiful. Apart from that, I don't want to say anything."
Michael Jet came over and said, “Guys, I found Mia Carioca’s information.
Mia Carioca did know the deceased, and there were phone calls between the two on the night of the murder. "
Michael Jeter puts a document on the projector.
Name, Mia Carioca
Age, 35 years old
Social Security Number, 050-53-1376
Professional, CEO of Navis Club
Mobile phone number, 3152311547
Louise said, "I know she is a strong business woman in New York who often appears in various fashion and entertainment magazines.
I didn’t expect that she would be a friend of the mayor’s wife. "
“It’s not surprising, these rich people often go to parties and have a wide network of friends.
Who in New York doesn’t want to know the rich and powerful mayor’s wife? Michael took out his cell phone and looked at everyone, "I'm going to contact her directly. Do you have any better suggestions?" "
“Let’s fight.” Luke yawned. That is to say, the mayor of New York has three thin noodles, and ordinary young rich people are not easy to use in front of the FBI.
Michael dialed Mia Carioca’s cell phone number and pressed the speakerphone.
Soon, the phone was connected, and a woman's voice came, "I am Mia Carioca."
“Hello, Ms. Mia Carioca, I am Michael Jeter, Chief of the FBI’s Criminal Investigation Division.”
The other party was silent for a moment, "What do you want from me?"
“Do you know Grace Bloomberg?”
“Yes, the wife of the mayor of New York, who doesn’t know her?”
“I heard that your relationship is very good.”
“Is there any problem with this?”
“I want to ask you some questions about Grace Bloomberg?”
"Why?
Are you investigating the mayor’s wife? "
Michael Jet thought for a while, "The situation here is a bit complicated. It's best for us to talk face to face."
“Sorry, I’m not in New York.
If you want to talk, you can see my lawyer. "
“Ms. Mia Carioca, we…”
"Beep..." There was a disconnection sound from the mobile phone.
“Fuck!
An impolite guy. "Michael Jeter was a little depressed.
Luke asked, “Does this woman have a deep background?”
Michael Jeter curled his lips, “To become the CEO of a club, you must have some background, otherwise, you wouldn’t dare to hang up on me.
However, compared with Naci Bloomberg, she is just an errand boy. "
Michael Jeter snorted, "I'm going to find her, not some **** lawyer."
Louis suggested, “How about locating her phone directly.”
Aamir Khan said, “I don’t think this is a good idea. Since she dared to hang up the phone, it shows that she is not afraid of the FBI. If we locate the phone without sufficient reason and evidence, it will be very troublesome.
I hate lawyers too, but I have to say, sometimes they are really useful. "
Louis asked, "Then what can you do?"
Aamir Khan shrugged, “This is not what I’m good at.”
Luke then said, "Since we can't find her, let her come to us."
Michael Jeter asked, “What can you do?”
Luke looked at the information on the projector, "Do you know about the Venus Club where she works?"
Louise replied, "I have heard that it is a high-end private club for women. Many ladies, female celebrities, and some people in the fashion industry are members there."
“Sounds like business should be good.”
Louis nodded, "It's better than you imagined."
Luke said, "Then let's take care of her business."
…
Navis Club.
This is a club located in the suburbs of New York. The club is located in a dark blue building. It is very modern. The whole building is 30 stories high. The building has various facilities, including fitness, entertainment, leisure, nursing, and catering. One body.
“Woooo…” A siren sounded.
Several black Chevrolet SUVs with police lights flashing were parked outside the club.
More than a dozen heavily armed FBI agents got out of the car, and the surrounding pedestrians involuntarily moved to both sides.
Michael Jeter stood next to the leading car and smiled at Luke and asked, "What do you think of this battle?"
“Yes, I think Mia Carioca will like it.”
Michael Jeter looked up at the club building, "What if she still refuses to show her face?"
Luke smiled and said, "That means there is something wrong with her, so she refuses to show up.
We don’t have to hesitate anymore and directly locate her mobile phone. If the mobile phone loses contact, we can use other means. "
“Comon, let’s try the depth of this club.” Michael Jeter waved his hand and led many FBI agents into the club hall.
The FBI police car caused quite a commotion when it parked outside the club. When the FBI agents entered the club hall on the first floor, a white woman wearing a black professional skirt stopped everyone and said, "I am the manager of the club, Sheena." ·Fasse.
Dear police officers, have you come to the wrong place? "
“Is this the Navis Club?”
"Yes."
"That's right." Michael Jeter showed his ID. "I am Michael Jeter, the head of the FBI Criminal Investigation Department. We received a report that your club is harboring a terrorist. We want to arrest him and investigate." .”
"Afraid of being divided?" Sheena Fasse frowned, "I think you must have made a mistake. We are a legal club here. The members of the club are all noble, elegant and successful women. There can be no fear of being divided."
“I didn’t say the members here were afraid of separatism.” Michael Jeter took out a photo of a young white man, “Do you know him?”
Hina Fasse took the photo and looked at it. Her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but she quickly recovered, "There are many staff in the club, and I can't remember them clearly."
"It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. We found out that he works in this club. This is his arrest warrant." Michael Jeter clapped his hands and said,
“Guys, in order to ensure the safety of members, search every room carefully and we must catch him.”
“yessir.”
“Wait.” Sheena Fasse hurriedly stopped the detective and looked at Michael Jeter.
“Leader Michael Jeter, I remembered, his name is Malek Ramsay, he is indeed an employee of our club.
You don't need to search the room anymore, I will call him to talk to you. "
Michael Jeter looked at his watch and said, "I'll give you five minutes. If he doesn't show up within five minutes, we will search the club."
Hina Fasse was a little annoyed, "Please don't search the club at will, you will affect our guests."
Michael Jeter said with a serious face, “On the contrary, we do this to ensure the safety of club members and protect them from terrorist attacks.
We will also consider evacuating people if necessary. "
Hina Fasse felt that something was wrong. The bigger the noise, the worse the impact on the club. “Sir, is there something in our club that offends you?”
Michael Jeter tapped the dial with his right finger, "Four minutes left."
Hina Fasay sighed, "Don't search the club, I will bring him." After finishing speaking, Hina Fasay left quickly.
Hina Fasay ran into the hall and said to a supervisor, "Call Malek Ramsey to the hall immediately. I don't care what he is doing. Even if he crawls, he must crawl over here."
Must be fast. "
After Hina Fasay finished speaking, she ran to the office at the back of the hall, took out her mobile phone and made a call, "Mrs. Carioca, this is Hina Fasay."
“Didn’t I tell you not to contact me recently if you have nothing to do?” A woman’s voice came from the mobile phone, sounding a bit dissatisfied.
"A group of FBI just came to the door, claiming that the employees of the club are terrorists. If we don't hand over the employee, they will search the entire club room." Sheena Fasse spoke quickly.
“Who is leading the team?”
“Michael Jeter, Special Agent in Charge of the FBI’s Criminal Investigation Division.”
“Fuck, this bastard!” There was a sound of shattering cups coming from the phone. After a while, Mia Carioca said coldly, “Hold them, they must not be allowed to search the club.”
“I feel like some of them have bad intentions.”
"Idiot, you don't have to tell me, I'll rush there now."
My brother is getting married tomorrow and will be very busy.
If it cannot be updated tomorrow, it will be updated later.
(End of this chapter)