"Yes, new witnesses." As if unaware of the other's consternation, Frank continued, "Remember how Raimundo Salazar was captured? ”

"You mean, that girlfriend of his, Sylvia?" Lyle Greeney's face changed slightly.

Frank continued to nod, "I just spoke to her personally and finally convinced her to testify against Raimondo Salazar, this girl is not as simple as it seems.

I bet even Raimondo Salazar herself didn't know that she had managed to hide a lot of evidence of the Elmaar Gang's drug trafficking, that Agent Tavol had already put her on the WPP (Federal Witness Protection Program), and that the federal marshals would be there tomorrow. ”

Frank's remarks are of course half-truths, and it is true that Jack did include Sylvia in the WPP before, but that was in exchange for revealing Raimondo Salazar's whereabouts.

There is an information gap here, no one including Lyle Greeney, the prosecutor, knows that Jack, who is an FBI, was involved in the case from the beginning, and even acted with the NYPD to participate in the arrest of Raimondo Salazar.

Lyle Greeney didn't even remember that before yesterday's NYPD press conference, he had rubbed shoulders with Jack at the door of Irene's office.

He was annoyed by Danny's insulting remarks, and he was thinking about how to give the annoying guy a little color, or he might have been suspicious.

As for the part of the falsehood, Sylvia has never been exposed to the so-called evidence of drug trafficking, but except for Raimondo Salazar herself, whether it is Lyle Greeney, who can only be contacted by anonymous phone, or his most trusted deputy, Giorgio Lupino, no one can verify this matter.

After all, this is Salazar who is willing to "risk his life" and kill the "adulterer" with his own hands, but he is reluctant to hurt the "pillow man" in the slightest.

Just before Lyle Greeney arrived, when Jack was contacting Sylvia, the phone number Frank dialed from his desk was arranging for reliable personnel to transfer Raimondo Salazar to prison.

For the next few dozen hours until the official trial, the drug lord will be locked in a solitary cell in the highest-level prison in New York State, and more than two people will be monitored around the clock, and all meals will be delivered by a special person, so as to cut off all contact with the outside world.

As a result, neither Lyle Greeney nor the rest of the Elmaar Gang could verify the matter from Raimondo Salazar himself, and their only option was to believe it and try to kill Sylvia.

After a moment's hesitation, Lyle Greeney continued to make a gesture of embarrassment, "This means that we will give up the most certain case of the murder of David Terley, and I need to be sure enough to make a trade-off."

"Of course, I understand your concerns, so I brought in Jack, who will take you to Sylvia later and hear her testimony with your own ears."

Frank stood up, unsuspicious of him, and his tone was sincere and sincere, "Lyle, I would like to express my sincerest thanks to you, you have gained the friendship of the Reagan family, and I will never treat the friends who helped the Reagan family badly. ”

Out of the corner of Lyle Greenie's eyes, he saw Jack, who was following Frank like a younger brother, and a flash of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he thought that he must contact Lupino again later, telling him not to hurt Danny's wife.

This Director Reagan's power is obviously not limited to the NYPD, as can be seen from the attitude of the senior FBI agent in front of him, respectfully as if he is a loyal dog, and there is no federal agent at all.

The director is so well hidden, he has never heard of anything else in the FBI before, and it is conceivable that if Danny Reagan's wife is harmed, the Elmaar gang will invite the NYPD and the FBI to retaliate.

As long as people are fooled, they will automatically fill in a lot of details, and after sitting in Jack's passenger seat, Lyle Greeney has already remembered his bright future, the friendship of the Reagan family, which is something that the mayor has not been able to get now, and he will enter politics in the future

Jack has been watching this guy coldly, seeing that his face is twitching vigorously, and he is trying to suppress the smugness in his heart, he can't help but secretly admire Frank's acting skills.

"There was someone secretly protecting us in the car across the street, and the woman was in a lot of trouble and asked us not to affect her life."

Arriving at the door of a bungalow on Long Island, Jack casually waved across the street and said hello, complaining seemingly unintentionally, and directly divulging the security work against Sylvia.

Lyle Greeney remained silent, swept his gaze over the old Chevrolet sedan parked across the street, took it to heart, and followed Jack into the door.

Sylvia has long lost the well-dressed fashionable beauty she had before, and she has a little more girlishness at this age in her home clothes.

The door opened to welcome Jack and Lyle Greeney into the room, and she sat back on the couch in the living room with a slightly nervous expression, raised her hand to pick up the remote control and turned off the TV.

"This is Narcotics Special Attorney Lyle Greeney, and he needs to confirm your testimony."

Jack gave a brief introduction to the two of them, then stopped talking and walked to the sofa opposite them and sat down.

Sylvia squeezed a smile out of her face rather stiffly, curled up her legs on the sofa, and looked frightened, "What do you want to know?" ”

Jack silently gave her acting skills an 8 points in her heart, women are natural actors, especially when facing men.

Lyle Greeney once again assumed the appearance of a righteous prosecutor, and asked in detail what Sylvia knew, who really knew so much, and talked about some of his past with Raimondo Salazar, mentioning a small ledger he had with him.

"I couldn't read what it was written on, but I knew it had to be important, he would take it with him every time he went out, and he would lock it in the safe when he got home, but one time he drank too much, I took advantage of him to fall asleep and took a picture of it with my phone."

The ledger was real, but Sylvia had never dared to touch it, and it was a half-truth, and Lyle Greeney couldn't afford to be in it.

"I need to see this evidence." The prosecutor said righteously.

"Then when you make good on your promise, help me change my identity, and $20,000 a month for living expenses, when I leave New York, I will tell you the address where the photo is hidden." Sylvia had an attitude that no one could trust.

"The bailiff will be here tomorrow morning, after which you will be completely safe, I even brought you Mr. Prosecutor, what other problems?" Jack also followed suit with his acting skills, showing a very dissatisfied expression.

"Then tomorrow morning, you'll get what you want." Sylvia refuses to let go, and Jack is so angry that she gets up from the couch.

"OK, OK, that's not a problem, then tomorrow morning." Lyle Greeney has become a peacemaker at this time, how dare he really let Sylvia come up with evidence now, this thing is really a hot potato in his hands.

"This greedy Bichi!" As the two leave the safe house, Jack viciously kicks down a flower pot on the lawn.

"Before, she just offered $5,000 a month, if it weren't for Director Reagan." He froze, as if he had just realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and looked at the prosecutor beside him with a weak heart.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Lyle Greeney's mouth, as if he hadn't heard anything, "I need to go back to the office immediately to prepare the relevant documents, and I need to trouble Mr. Tavol to give me another ride." ”

On the first day of winter vacation, I was tired

(End of chapter)