Chapter 544： Investigation direction, informant’s informant

Chapter 544 Investigation direction, informant’s informant

 FBI headquarters in Washington, a villa in a community on the northwest side.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Roan and Mona returned to the villa. Caroline, who was wearing long sleeves and long trousers, yawned and walked downstairs:

 “Good evening, you two.”

"Um."

Mona replied casually, put on the slippers Luo An handed her, and walked into the kitchen to prepare food.

Roan nodded towards Caroline. He was planning to go upstairs and enter the room to change clothes, but suddenly he found a large object in the corner room:

“Caroline, what did you buy?”

 Caroline poured herself a glass of juice, took a sip and replied with a smile:

 “I bought a new grand piano, and the workers just brought it in this afternoon.”

　　　…”

Roan's eyelids twitched and he was too lazy to speak. He returned to the room to change clothes. Mona in the kitchen inserted the knife into the cutting board with a bang and glared at Caroline:

“Hey, we agreed before that that room should be used as a gym!”

“That room is very big. Even if there is a grand piano, the remaining space is enough for you to put fitness equipment.”

 Caroline held the juice in her left hand, leaned lazily at the door of the kitchen, and said with a smile:

 “You both have jobs and have something to do during the day.

I have no job and am bored at home, so I had to buy some music equipment to pass the time. "

Caroline actually guessed the reason why Javari Evans sent her to the Federation.

In order to avoid causing trouble to Roan and Mona, Caroline has basically never left the villa since she moved into it. The furthest distance she has walked is the gate at the end of the lawn outside the villa.

Roan and Mona also designed and installed some monitoring, defense, and emergency contact devices around the villa, just in case.

"snort."

Mona glanced at the other person, turned around and continued to prepare the food. Roan changed his clothes and came down to help. Caroline stood aside and started to cheer for the two of them.

Caroline's cooking skills are astounding. The first time she entered the kitchen, she made a pot of indescribable yellow paste for the two of them. From then on, Roan and Mona never let her enter the kitchen again.

Soon, the dinner was finished. Caroline had a small appetite, so she put down the tableware after eating a little, walked into the room not far away, and started to tidy up the large grand piano.

 “Caroline!”

Luo An swallowed the beef in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and asked loudly:

“Have you contacted your father these days?”

Mona rarely called Gyawali, while contact between Caroline and Gyawali was frequent.

 “Contact me!”

Caroline in the room replied:

"I called. My father is visiting Australia with Mrs. Hanover these days."

 “OK.”

Luo An turned his eyes to Mona, who pretended not to care, but actually pricked up her ears. He chuckled, picked up the tableware and continued to taste the steak.

Not long after, Roan and Mona finished their dinner, and the task of clearing the dishes was handed over to Caroline. They chatted for a while and each went back to their respective rooms, without talking for the rest of the night.

 The next day, FBI Washington headquarters, office area of ​​Investigation Team 13.

"Good morning everyone."

Luo An walked out of the team leader's office, reached out and knocked on the huge whiteboard hanging on the wall at the front of the office area, and said:

“Regarding this park homicide, we have two goals to investigate next:

 First, find the murderer of the victim Nokwick.

 Second, find out what case the victim Nokwick was investigating during his lifetime. "

Winslow and Chenelle nodded in unison. Lacey swallowed the breakfast in her mouth and asked:

 “Where do we investigate next?”

Luo An asked back:

“How are you doing with the key you found in the box in Nokwick?”

"not so good."

Lacie finished the breakfast in her hands in two bites, picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp. She took a deep breath and said:

“Winslow and I asked a lock company, and they said that it comes with a key and is the most common lock on the market.

It can be sold in any hardware store, and there are no less than a few thousand people using it in Washington, DC. In addition, there is no need to register to buy and sell it. You can just sell it for money, and it is impossible to find out which lock it is equipped with. "

 After Lacey finished explaining, everyone looked at each other helplessly.

Now they have the key, but they can’t find which lock it opens.

“When watching the surveillance video before, Mona found out that the sports car driven by Nokwick was rented from a car rental company.”

Luo An pondered for a few seconds, pointed to the laptop on Mona's desk, and said: "Winslow, Lacey, go to that car rental company and investigate.

 Let's see if there are any clues there. Also, remember to get back the personal information that Nokwick left when renting that car! "

"clear!"

Winslow and Lacey nodded in response, stood up and...picked up the unfinished breakfast on the table, ate it and left the office area.

“Mona, Michelle, please investigate Nokwick’s economic situation and consumption information, etc., and see if there are any clues.”

"OK."

 Mona and Michelle began to work with their heads down. Roan then looked at Chenelle and said:

“Chenelle, bring Alejo from the USSS (Secret Service) here. I have something to ask him.”

 “OK.”

 An hour later, Alejo and Cheniel walked into the conference room again.

"good morning."

 “Good morning, Team Leader Luo An.”

Luo An stretched out his hand and shook it with the smiling Alejo. He didn't quite understand why the other person's attitude changed so much today.

Alejo did not hide it, saying that he briefly asked about Luo An’s work history yesterday.

Seeing the 100% case detection rate of the special investigation team led by Luo An, Alejo was stunned and couldn't believe it. He carefully read it several times to make sure that he had read it correctly. Alejo was filled with admiration, and then his eyes became extremely bright. .

The reason is simple. Nokwick was killed, and Alejo was worried about what to do with his $600,000.

“Since Team Leader Luo An is taking the lead, I believe this case will be investigated clearly.”

Alejo grabbed Luo An's hand and shook it repeatedly. The expression on his face was very sincere, as sincere as he wanted.

　　　…”

Roan pulled his hand out of Alejo's hand speechlessly, and asked directly without any nonsense:

“Alejo, Nokwick is your informant, do you know anything else about him?”

"for example?"

“Such as the source of his weapons, his consumption habits, where he often goes, and other similar information.”

Alejo now had almost nothing to say to Roan. He thought for a long time and said:

“When investigating a certain case before, Nokwick said that he had an informant who had a good relationship with him, and Nokwick got a lot of information from that informant.”

 “Informant’s informant…”

There was a strange flash in Cheniel's eyes, and Luo An asked:

 “What’s that informant’s name? What does he do?”

 “The name seems to be Behrend.”

Alejo frowned and lowered his head to try to recall the conversation at that time. Suddenly he clapped his hands and raised his head, his eyes lit up and he replied:

 “He works in a maintenance company and is an electrician by profession!”

Ten minutes later, Mona found Nokwick’s informant. She pointed to the information on the computer and introduced:

“Behrend, 49 years old, single, has little savings, likes to drink, and basically spends his earned wages on women on the street.

 Because he was not paid for the concert and got into a fight with someone while drunk, he was imprisoned at the Metropolitan Police Department in Washington, D.C. three days ago and is still there. "

  “…”x3

 Michelle, Alejo, and Cheniel were speechless, and Roan raised the corner of his mouth:

“How can the Metropolitan Police accuse him of singing without giving him any money? Chenille, come with me. Let’s go to the police station and have a chat with this talented person.”

"no problem!"

 Metropolitan Police Department, Roan and Chenelle took out their FBI golden badges and soon saw Behrend in a corner interrogation room.

 “FBI?”

Hearing the identities of Luo An and Cheniel, Behrend sat on a chair with surprise written on his face:

“I just had a fight and had no money to pay for it. Why are you FBI looking for me? Is that guy dead?”

 “It has nothing to do with your fight.”

Roan pushed the photo of Nokvik and the key to him. Behrend's pupils shrank when he saw the photo clearly.

 (End of this chapter)