"Fred? I'm in the parking lot north of Santa Monica at the 15th Street corner with my ...... The old Ford was gone, and I thought it might have been stolen. Sean, wearing a baseball cap, stood on the side of the street, carefully observing his surroundings and making phone calls.

"Okay, then we can be sure." There was silence, followed by Frederick's sigh.

"Can you tell me what's going on now?" Sean asked.

"We'll meet in fifteen minutes, and until then it's the same as before, don't contact anyone, and besides, I need you to do something, Sean," the agent said quickly: "Wait a minute, I'll send you the phone number of the Los Angeles Police Department, Santa Monica 14 Precinct, I want you to report the crime by phone first, don't go through 911, report the crime directly, and then go over and register and sign, but remember, don't let the police find out who you are, although it's unlikely...... But it's better to be careful. ”

"Hell, what the hell is going on?" Sean's brow furrowed.

"I can't say it clearly on the phone," Frederick's tone was quite calm, "Go quickly, although there is a risk, but it's only 8 o'clock, the police haven't officially started work yet, the police officers who stay behind won't be so serious, it's okay to be careful." ”

"Then why am I doing this?" Sean immediately asked again.

"To prove that your car is lost, to prove that you don't know, go quickly!" The agent hung up the phone as he spoke.

A somewhat depressed Sean had to wait for the text message to come, call the police station to report the loss, and then walk over to register.

As Frederick said, the time is still there, it's a small bureau, and the police are not very serious, and the black fat woman who was in charge of the reception at the door didn't look at him at all, and after Sean explained that he was the person who called the police just now, he directly threw over a form.

The handling of the lost vehicle case in the United States is very simple, fill out the form, and then log the license plate into the computer system, and then send it to the terminal of the patrol police in various places.

Of course, if it is a rich person who loses his car, the treatment will naturally be different, but Sean does not dare to reveal his identity now, which is what Frederick has repeatedly advised.

Although he also wondered if they were colluding to make a prank, after all, when he ran away yesterday, no one said hello, but thinking carefully about Frederick's tone, this possibility is not high. So after the fat woman took the form and stuffed it to the bottom of a stack of documents without looking at it, it seemed that he would not be able to deal with it at all in a short time, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

After coming out of the police station and waiting on the side of the street for a while, he finally received a call from his agent and quickly found his car.

"What the hell is going on? I deal with it carefully in the police station, just like in a crime movie. Sean got into the car and immediately complained half-jokingly.

But Frederick didn't laugh: "Where were you last night?" ”

"What are you asking for?" Sean looked at him alarmingly.

"I need to know where you are." The agent accentuated the tone.

"Then tell me what happened first," Sean immediately accentuated his tone, "From the time I opened the phone until now, I have done everything you asked me to do, but I don't know anything!" ”

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Frederick raised his hands, and his tone became a little heavy: "Well, at about four o'clock this morning, your Ford was found outside a grove in the Huntington Park area, the front of the car hit a tree and couldn't move, and there was a lot of cocaine spilled on the back seat, at least an ounce!" ”

"You mean......" Sean immediately frowned.

But the agent didn't stop: "And a little earlier, around 3:30, eight miles away from finding the car, someone witnessed your car hit a drunk and ran away. ”

Sean's face suddenly turned ugly.

"At about six o'clock, the police came to the door, the drunk was taken to the hospital and died, the car was full of your fingerprints, but you were not there, and the phone could not be reached...... Frederick finally sighed, "They have listed you as the biggest suspect, although they have not announced it to the public, but some media with a keen sense of smell have come to the door, and if you don't come back, they will officially summon you." So, tell me, Sean, where were you last night?! ”

"I ...... last night" Sean's head began to spin rapidly from the moment he heard that cocaine had been found in the car, "I spent the night in a small park on 12th Street last night, you know, a lot of things have been bothering me lately, I need to be alone for a while, and after a long time, I fell asleep under a tree, and then I woke up in the morning, but fortunately I didn't catch a cold." ”

"That's it?" The broker's eyes narrowed.

"That's all." Sean nodded.

"Do you look like you slept under a tree all night?" Frederick immediately asked.

"It's going to be like that soon," Sean replied forcefully, "Listen, Fred, I know what you're worried about, I didn't drive around in the middle of the night, I didn't hit anyone, I didn't smoke or carry cocaine, I could do a urine test if necessary, I'm innocent!" ”

The agent originally wanted to say something, but when he looked at the time, he could only sigh: "Okay, go back first, you go back alone, call a taxi, stay calm, and I will come over with the lawyer later." ”

"The best lawyer?" Sean looked at him.

"The best." Frederick nodded.

After that, Sean got out of the car, and after the agent left, he took out his mobile phone with a solemn expression and sent a text message: No matter what happens, no matter what you see on TV, don't pay attention to it, don't stand up!

Then he called the taxi company again, and while he waited, he went to the small park where he picked up 12, found a random tree and sat down and rolled around twice.

Although he had done everything he had to do, Sean was still taken aback when his villa appeared in front of him, even though it was only nine o'clock in the morning, and there were already five or six interview cars parked outside, and many reporters were guarding the door and looking inside from time to time, wanting to get big news. It seems that the rumors that the police station has media insiders are not unfounded, and although they have not yet looked at the taxi side - there are also reporters or press assistants who come in taxis - it is only a matter of time before they notice him.

"Wow, what's going on? Or do you want to have a press conference here? The driver asked excitedly.

"I don't know what to do, just stop at the gate." Sean said, then took a deep breath.

If he could, he would love to get Galen and them to open the door and let the taxi go straight in, away from the flies. But the problem is that he is now playing a role that doesn't know anything, and if he usually goes out alone without saying hello, he won't turn on his main mobile phone until he comes back, but when he calls at this time, it's hard to guarantee that he won't make people suspicious and then catch the sore foot.

Of course, he could explain that seeing so many media outlets outside his home and wanting to ask what was going on, but in this case it was obviously better to have more than less.

"God, it's Sean? Tang Dynasty! After he got out of the car, there was a burst of exclamations, and the waiting media immediately rushed up.

"I heard that you drove into someone and escaped, is there such a thing?"

"There is news that you are suspected of drug driving, is it true or false?"

"The police and prosecutors are in your house right now, do you have anything to say?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, I just came back." Sean stretched out his hands and pushed the various things handed in front of him, and then frowned, with surprise and dazedness, and appropriately showed that he did not know.

Before he could get to the intercom, the door in front of him had already opened, and it was obvious that Galen and the others in the villa had found him back. After closing the door to keep the reporter out, Sean made three steps and two steps to the door, calm and eager, and then saw Galen and the others waiting at the door, and two strangers at the same time.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, we are agents from the Los Angeles Police Department, and I am Parker from the Drug Enforcement Division? Gucci. A black man came over and said.

"I'm Allen from the Department of Transportation? Gates. Another white man followed.

"Hey, wait, you're not doing this properly." Galen stood in front of Sean for the first time.

The other party didn't care, just looked at him: "Our head and the prosecutor are inside." ”

Sean nodded in understanding, and then asked Galen pretendly, "What's going on?" ”

After a covert exchange of glances, Galen then shrugged: "They said you drove and hit people and ran away and used drugs. ”

"Oh?" Sean raised an eyebrow, "It's impossible, and besides, you seem to be missing a word." ”

"They didn't use the word 'alleged' in the first place," Galen looked at the two detectives in front of him with hostility, "and besides, the car in the photo is indeed your Ford, with a lot of cocaine spilled in the back seat." ”

The two detectives didn't say anything, since this was the case, Sean didn't talk nonsense with them, and walked inside first: "It must have been done by the car thief, I already reported the loss dozens of minutes ago." ”

Soon came to the living room, and several glances fell on him, and then a slightly fat middle-aged man with a mustache and a tall, thin, balding guy in a suit and leather shoes walked over.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, I'm John from the LAPD's Drug Enforcement Division? Kerry, this is District Attorney Thomas? Anderson," said the middle-aged man with a mustache, "you are now suspected of drug driving and hitting someone to death and escape, please please come with us to the police station to assist in the investigation." ”

"I need to know the specifics." Sean wasn't going to follow their rhythm, "I'm going to wait for my lawyer." ”

"Of course, you have the right to know, Mr. Tang, but please understand and cooperate with us, the matter has already been reported, I don't think you want to see more and more media outside, right?" Prosecutor Anderson asked with a smile.

"I understand that, but going to the police station doesn't change that." Sean said this, but still made a gesture of cooperation.

The prosecutor chuckled, then beckoned a police officer to come over and handcuffed Sean.

"What is this?" Sean frowned.

"Please understand that this is a necessary procedure, and if you don't want to be seen by the media, you can cover it with clothing." So said the prosecutor.

Although he felt that it was inappropriate, Sean didn't know what was wrong, so he nodded to Galen and Sanders, and walked out with the prosecutor.

Anderson, who was tall and thin as he walked out, had a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth, and then he heard a voice from in front of him: "Wait a minute, please uncuff my client." ”