Chapter 540： A clean victim

Chapter 540 The Clean Victim

 The FBI's internal database can only find the fingerprints and DNA of people who have been imprisoned for crimes and who have undergone relevant tests.

  Ordinary people who have never been arrested by law enforcement agencies for crimes and have not undergone relevant tests, whether it is the FBI or other law enforcement agencies, have a very difficult time finding each other for the first time.

Hearing Roan mention another possibility, Michelle and Winslow were all stunned for a moment. Chenelle and Lacey were the first to react and frowned:

 “You mean, there’s a problem with the victim’s identity?”

Mona also thought of this, suddenly became a little excited, and guessed:

“Is the victim’s information deliberately hidden by a certain department or some people?”

Thinking of Mona’s habit of using computers to hack into various department systems, Luo An twitched the corners of his mouth, waved his hands and said:

“Don’t worry about it for now, Mona. Is there any information about the seal in the folder?”

Mona lowered her head:

"I am searching."

 “On the last page.”

Winslow, who was next to him, suddenly raised his hand and said:

“The trace examination department used some reagents that I couldn’t understand to restore the pattern on the victim’s arm.

It was a red heart with two small horns on top. There were two designed artistic letters in the heart, which looked like a K and an S. "

Mona turned the paper in the folder to the last page, looked at the pattern photo on it and pursed her lips. Roan turned his eyes to Michelle, who said in the distance:

“Sorry, Mona and I found a lot of bars that stamped people, but none of them had a similar pattern.”

 “What about private parties, clubs, restaurants?”

Mona closed the folder, raised her head and replied:

“We can’t find some private organizations, and those we can find don’t have similar patterns.”

 Winslow and Lacey had a flash of disappointment in their eyes. Chenelle was silent. Mona put the folder aside and whispered eagerly:

 “Luo An, do you want me to...”

 “You wait a moment.”

 Seeing Mona eager to use the computer to invade, Luo An felt a little headache and helpless.

Hand waved her to wait a moment, Luo An walked into the team leader's office with the folder and called Veranith.

 After listening to Luo An’s description, Veranith on the other end of the phone immediately agreed to help with the investigation.

Less than twenty minutes later, the phone rang again, Luo An pressed the answer button, and Veranith said:

“I found out that it was the logo of a private club in the southern part of the SAR.

I just contacted the person in charge of that club. They intercepted part of the surveillance. You can just send someone there to get it back. "

 Luo An smiled when he heard this:

 “Thank you, sir.”

"You're welcome."

Veranith on the other end of the phone crossed her legs, smiled, and said softly:

“Luo An, this is the first case handled by Investigation Team No. 13. We must work hard to investigate.

 If you encounter any problems, remember to call me or Mr. Clement in time. "

"I see."

Roan understood the subtext of "the thighs are always there" in Veranith's words, and immediately agreed with a smile.

 Hang up the phone, Luo An walked out of the office, handed the folder to Mona, and said:

"The source of the seal has been found out. Chenille, Lacey, and you two go to this location in the south of the Special Zone to get the surveillance camera back."

 “OK.”

Chenelle and Lacey looked at Roan in surprise, nodded and agreed to leave immediately. Winslow and Michelle were also a little surprised. Only Mona sighed and her typing on the keyboard became a little weaker.

 Forty minutes later, Chenelle and Lacey quickly returned to the office area holding a laptop.

Lacie handed the computer to Mona. Mona operated it briefly and soon played the surveillance video given by the club leader.

 The surveillance video was very short, less than thirty seconds, and there was only one scene in the screen, which seemed to be at the gate.

Winslow frowned slightly and asked in a low voice:

 “Lacie, what kind of club is that?”

 “I don’t know, we didn’t go into the club.”

Chenelle looked normal, while Lacey's face looked a little strange and she whispered:

“But judging from my experience, I’m afraid it’s quite interesting in that club.”

 “Bullshit.”

Winslow rolled his eyes at Lacey. Roan next to him frowned slightly when he saw Lacey hesitated and asked:

 “Lacie, what did you find?”

"Uh..." Lacey was silent for a moment, pulled Luo An to the side where no one was, and whispered:

“Luo An, do you remember the disappearance case we first cooperated to investigate?”

Luo An thought for a while and asked:

 “You are talking about Sabina (Chapter 20), the case where the husband and wife each played their own game.”

 Lacie nodded and whispered:

“The private club Chenelle and I just went to has the same smell as the entertainment center Sabina went to.”

　　　…”

Thinking of the entertainment center that was full of music, chaotic play between men and women, and full of toys and whips, Luo An was silent for a while and asked a question:

“You just said that you and Chenelle didn’t enter the private club?”

“Trust me, Roan, I’m not talking about smell, I’m talking about atmosphere.”

 Lacie put her hands on her hips, looked serious, and said with some pride:

“I have been to many venues over the years and have a lot of experience. Chenelle can never compare to me in this regard.”

　　…Six.”

Luo An was speechless and didn't know what to say, so he patted Lacey on the shoulder. Just in the distance, Mona loudly expressed that she had discovered something, and the two hurriedly walked over.

“This is the sports car the victim drove that night.”

Mona adjusted the position of the surveillance video a few times, and the scene showed the victim driving outside the club gate and handing the car keys to the doorman.

“I checked the information about the sports car and it came from a car rental company.”

Mona’s fingers were typing rapidly on the keyboard, her eyes getting brighter. Finally, a picture of a man’s head suddenly popped up on the computer screen, and she said with a smile:

“He was the one who rented the car, Nokwijk-Prague!”

 “Well done!”

Luo An praised Mona loudly and then asked:

 “What does this guy do?”

 “I don’t know, but it must be private work.”

Michelle next to her knocked on the computer keyboard a few times and added:

“Norkwick-Bragg, 40 years old, has a wife, no children, and lives in an ordinary community in northeast Washington, DC.

 There is no work record, but his bank account has regular deposit and withdrawal records, and the money is not much each time, just under the red line that will be investigated by the IRS. "

Luo An then asked:

 “What about the criminal record?”

 “As clean as a piece of white paper.”

Mona's fingers flew on the keyboard for a few seconds, looking at the information she found, and said meaningfully:

“A man who lived forty years without even a speeding ticket or a record of running a red light.”

“It’s really rare for federal residents to abide by the law.”

A flash of light flashed in Luo An's eyes, and he patted Cheniel on the shoulder:

“Chenelle, come with me to talk to the widow of Mr. Nokwick-Bragg.

Winslow, Lacey, Mona, Michelle, please investigate where Nokwick went after leaving the club last night and who he came into contact with. "

"clear!"

　　——

As the center of federal politics, Washington, D.C.’s economic and cultural level is at the forefront of the entire federation, as is its consumption level. Ordinary people living here are under great pressure.

In the northeast of Washington, D.C., in a community mainly populated by ordinary residents, Luo An and Chenelle rang the doorbell of a small red apartment.

Soon, a female voice sounded from the apartment:

 “Who?”

 “Hello, FBI.”

Luo An took out the FBI golden badge in his pocket and shook it. There was silence in the apartment for a few seconds, and the door slowly opened.

A white woman in dark blue clothes, brown hair, who looked to be in her thirties, gestured sideways for the two of them to enter the room, and asked at the same time:

"Come in, do you have anything to do with me? Or do you want to find Nokwick? My husband is not here. He has received an order and gone out of town these days."

 Roan and Cheniel looked at each other and asked:

“Excuse me, what is Mr. Nokwick’s job?”

 “He is a taxi driver.”

 (End of this chapter)