Brian looked at the hung up phone. Although his eyes flashed anger, his face was very calm. He quickly took out the data cable and imported the recording into another more professional storage device.
When Sheryl said "something happened", he had already started recording.
Then Brian took out a small book and pen, put on his headphones and listened carefully for several times, picked up his pen and wrote down several words "Sharon", "NIA", "Paris"
Then Brian dialed a number and said in a deep voice, "Bauer, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but I have a recording that needs your ability to help me identify... Yes, the recording has been sent to your private email... Thank you."
After hanging up, Brian dialed another number. After more than ten seconds, when he was a little impatient, the phone was connected, and a lazy woman's voice sounded: "NIA senior detective Sharon told the public phone. Let me explain first that I have arrested 12 guys who reported false alarm or nonsense this month, so... What can I do for you?"
Brian said in a deep voice: "Sheryl, detective Sharon's sister, just talked to me on the phone. She and my daughter cam had an accident in Paris, so I want to talk to detective Sharon immediately..."
"God, Sheryl... Damn it, wait a moment..."
This time, the phone was connected quickly. After less than three times of busy audio, the phone was connected. A young but serious voice sounded: "Mr. Brian, Hello, I'm NIA senior detective Sharon."
Brian was slightly stunned: "do you know me?"
"I only know through your number." Sharon said in a deep voice, "your daughter KEM, my sister sherrell and another female classmate Amanda joined the New York International Airport at 8 a.m. and took the 10 a.m. international flight. After flying for nearly nine hours, they arrived at Paris de Gaulle Airport in France at 7 p.m. tonight. And now you're in a hurry to call my official number. It looks like something's wrong with Sheryl and them, doesn't it? "
Brian was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "then I don't have to talk nonsense. Please listen to a recording first."
With that, he played back the communication recording between Sheryl and himself.
Listening to the voice from the microphone, Sharon held her eyebrows helplessly and sighed silently. After the recording was played, Sharon said in a deep voice, "thank you for your transmission, Mr. Brian. Please rest assured that I am already on the plane to Paris. I will save Sheryl and them."
"Are you already on the plane?" Brian asked anxiously, "did you know something would happen to them? Or are you worried that this kidnapping will not have anything to do with your work? "
Listening to Brian's questioning tone, Sharon couldn't help frowning: "what about you, Mr. Brian? Your file is right in front of me... Well, I believe it is very clear and innocent, and it is also very fake. So, Mr. Brian, what's your job? This kidnapping has nothing to do with your work? "
Brian said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect NIA to be able to access citizens' personal files at will."
Sharon sneered, "Mr. Brian, NIA has a lot of authority."
Brian snorted, "I've transferred your sister's message, so let's stop talking."
"Your daughter has been kidnapped. What are you going to do? Mr. Brian. "
"It has nothing to do with you, Mr. senior inspector!"
Brian hung up the phone, thought for a moment, got up and left home, drove quickly to his ex-wife's house. After knocking on the door, Brian pushed away his ex-wife Rita's angry expression and walked in and said, "she's been hijacked."
"Who?"
"Who else can it be, of course our daughter KEM."
"What? How is this possible... "
Brian was too lazy to listen to his ex-wife's nonsense. He just came forward and twisted the white old man who had just come down the stairs. He asked sternly, "does KEM's hijacking have anything to do with you?"
The old man was a little confused: "what do you mean?"
"Do you have enemies overseas?"
"I'm a businessman. Why do I have enemies?"
"You took money from several shell companies and dumped the oil smuggling business with a group of Russians going south, right?"
"How did you know that?"
"Do you think I'll let my woman and daughter live with someone I don't know at all?"
Looking at the angry Brian, the old man raised his hands and said solemnly, "I swear, Brian, I'm also very sad about KEM's accident, but it has nothing to do with me."
Brian stared into each other's eyes for a while, then released his hands and said in a deep voice, "where's KEM's bedroom?"
"Upstairs, I'll take you."
Rita took the lead in climbing the stairs and led Brian to the door of a room. Brian turned on the chandelier and began a quick search of the room.
Rita's eyes were red and she clenched her teeth and said, "what happened?"
Brian didn't even look at her and said in a deep voice, "cam and two other female classmates went to Paris. When they talked to me on the phone, someone broke into their residence and hijacked them."
"My God?"
Rita couldn't help crying in a low voice. The old man quickly hugged her, whispered a few words of comfort, looked up and said to Brian, "what can I do for you?"
"Of course, you have a private plane. I need you to inform them that I'm going to Paris right away."
"OK, I'll call and arrange."
The old man patted Rita on the shoulder and turned away.
Rita stepped forward, looked at busy Brian and choked, "you'll bring her back safely, won't you?"
Brian said in a deep voice, "I have to find him first. According to my conversation with a senior detective of NIA, the female students who left with KEM are Sheryl and Amanda respectively. I need their photos, preferably a group photo. "
"Sheryl, Amanda?" Rita nodded. "I've heard of them and they have a good relationship. If you take a picture, there may be one in KEM's laptop. "
Brian just turned on his laptop. His phone rang again. Brian looked at it and quickly connected: "what's the situation, Bauer?"
"I'm sorry, Brian. I know you quit for your family and for your daughter, but I didn't expect something like this to happen to KEM."
"Thank you for your relationship, but now the time is urgent. Let's get straight to business."
"Well, I carefully analyzed the recording you provided. According to their voice and intonation, they should be Albanians. Since the opening of Customs in France, a large number of people have poured into France, and the organizations from there are best at abducting and trafficking women... "
Before Bauer finished, Rita couldn't help crying.
Brian stared at her and said in a deep voice, "Rita is listening, too, but please go on, Bauer, it's time to let her know how dark the world is."
"I'm sorry, Rita," Bauer continued with a sigh. "According to KEM's description, the tattoo represents one of the largest organizations, the maikou gang. This gang is famous for its vicious behavior. At the end of the cold war, they smuggled the girls who split the big country, made them addicted to blocking, and then forced them to pick up guests. Even the Russians were unwilling to provoke them. "
Rita couldn't stand listening to her collapse and sat down on the floor.
"Now they have found a more profitable way, that is to kidnap young and beautiful girls and sell them through the dark net." Bauer took a deep breath, "so Brian, you only have 96 hours to find KEM, otherwise..."
"Or what?"
Brian asked anxiously.
Bauer sighed, "or you'll never find her again."