The CART (Computing and Analysis Response Team) quickly pulled up the surveillance and could be seen that a man wearing a ski mask broke into Lucas Caldwell's home just before 7 a.m. this morning.

A few minutes later, Lucas Caldwell is re-framed with a pistol in his back, and the masked man uses his car keys to open the trunk of the gray BMW and shoves him inside.

When the three of Jack returned to the operations center, it was visibly busy, with other field agents coming in and out from time to time.

"Well, we now have one more victim, and in less than two hours, this guy kidnapped two doctors, for what purpose? An internist, an anesthesiologist, this combination is somewhat strange.

You know, internists don't usually go into the operating room, and anesthesiologists basically live in it, except that they are all doctors, and I don't see any connection. ”

The pencil in Jubal's hand kept tapping on his palm, and he felt confused.

"Did that Dr. Lucas Caldwell have a background check? Does he have anything to do with Dr. Nicole Wright? Hannah asked.

Jubal had apparently just done his homework, and repeated it without thinking, "Single, undergraded at Yale University, went to Harvard Medical School, and then interned at Massachusetts General Hospital, with no criminal record, not even a traffic ticket." ”

Technician Alice Taylor continued, "Theoretically, they don't know each other, they don't have friends in common, they live in different areas, they live in different age groups, and I haven't found any connection so far, at least." ”

Jack had been looking down in contemplation while everyone was discussing, and looked at Jubal when he heard the words, "Wait a minute, let's go back a bit, I remember mentioning earlier that Lucas Caldwell opened a private internal medicine practice in Manhattan, right?" What does it do? ”

He thought of the small clinic that had illegally delivered babies in "Chinatown" before, and it seemed to be in the name of an internal medicine clinic on the surface.

"I briefly checked, this is a clinic that specializes in providing special medical services for the wealthy, the kind that is on call 24/7." As soon as Jubal's words fell, he suddenly slapped his head.

"I should have thought, Alice, look up Lucas Caldwell's resume, I need to know if he has surgical experience."

"Bingo, you guessed it, Lucas Caldwell spent two years as a surgical residency at Massachusetts General Hospital before becoming a physician.

Five years later, he partnered with a doctor named Terence Nelson to open what is now a contracted medical clinic. Alice Taylor said.

Before Jack could speak, Aubrey, who had not spoken, couldn't wait to ask, "Let me guess, Dr. Terence Nelson, who works with him, can't be an anesthesiologist, right?" ”

After a crackling keyboard, the expression on Alice Taylor's face already let everyone know the answer, "It looks like today is our lucky day, he is indeed an anesthesiologist, and he just had a serious car accident not long ago and is still in a coma." ”

"Looks like we know why Nicole Wright was kidnapped," Jubal looked at the crowd, "and the question now is, who is going to do whatever it takes to kidnap two doctors in public, and for whom is he going to perform a surgical operation?" ”

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In the pantry and lounge, Jack is leisurely enjoying afternoon tea, black tea with Black Forest cake, which is the result of his busy work last night.

"Don't you feel the slightest guilt about sending new people out to work, but hiding here and being lazy?"

Hannah also had a cake at hand, but she was still content to eat it from his plate with a spoon, as if she had stood on the scale last night and lamented that it wasn't her.

"Isn't that what recruiting new people is all about? Besides, I left him one in the fridge. Jack looked at ease, it was useless to be anxious, a lot of information was still being collected, just be ready to go out at any time.

He had only been free for a while, as Aubrey was sent to search the clinic that Lucas Caldwell had co-opened with Terence Nelson, and analysts were digging into the past of the two doctors to find out why they were being targeted.

"Guys, there's a discovery." Jubal knocked on the door of the break room.

"Here we are." Hannah ate her share of cake in two bites, threw the disposable paper tray into the trash and chased it out, and Jack followed them unhurriedly with a steaming black tea.

Alice Taylor was already waiting for them in front of her seat.

"Aubrey sent back all the phone records and electronic files from the clinic, and we compared the call records of the two doctors' personal mobile phones with the clinic's landline, and found that in the past two years, there was a fixed number that kept repeating, five or six times a day, almost every day.

I looked up the owner of the number, named Lorenzo Santos. ”

After saying that, she projected a person's profile onto the big screen, a middle-aged Latino man in his early thirties.

"There are a lot of criminal records, which gang is he from?" Jack asked, and the information showed that the goods had been in and out of the prison since he was eighteen years old, and it was not a good product at first glance.

"'Lock-25S,' a Mexican street gang." An analyst replied.

"Street gangs?" Jubal frowned, feeling a little unspeakably weird, "How can this kind of high-end private clinic that does special medical care have anything to do with such a small gang?" Even if someone gets a gunshot wound, they will only go to some underground black clinics.

Even mid-level and high-level leaders may not be able to afford such special medical clinics. ”

"It looks like the height and size of the suspect, so come back and ask?" Hannah looked eager to try.

"The location of his phone shows that he is near the intersection of Powell Avenue and 140th Street, at least his phone is there, and you may need more people to search it." Alice Taylor has already called up the other party's positioning very tacitly.

"Contact the NYPD and send a plainclothes team over." Jack put down the teacup, picked up the soft body armor hanging on the chair, put it on, and put on a coat to cover the three big FBI letters on it, and unzipped it when needed to identify himself.

"Huh? Going out again? Aubrey, who had just rushed back to the office from the clinic, happened to collide with Jack and Hannah, who were about to go out, and stopped and turned around on the spot.

"Adapt to our rhythm, newcomer." Jack laughed badly.

(End of chapter)