The F.B.I.'s internal database can only find fingerprints and DNA of people who have been imprisoned for crimes, as well as those who have been tested.

Ordinary people who have not been caught by law enforcement for a crime and have not been tested for a crime, whether it is the FBI or other law enforcement agencies, have a difficult time finding each other for the first time.

Hearing Roan say another possibility, Michelle and Winslow were all stunned for a moment, and Chenelle and Lacey were the first to react, frowning and saying:

"You mean, there's a problem with the identity of the victim?"

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

"Could it be that the victim's information was deliberately hidden by a certain department or some people?"

Thinking of Mona's habit of using computers to invade various departmental systems, the corners of Luo An's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand and said:

"Leave this alone, Mona, is there any information about that seal in the folder?"

Mona lowered her head:

"I'll look for it."

"On the last page."

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

"The trace laboratory used some reagents that I couldn't understand to restore the pattern on the victim's arm.

It was a red heart with two little horns on top of it, and in the heart were two designed letters that looked like a K and an S. ”

Mona flipped the paper in the folder to the last page, looked at the pattern photo on it and pursed her lips, and Roan turned her gaze to Michelle, who was far away:

"Sorry, Mona and I found a lot of bars that give people stamps, but none of them have a similar pattern."

"What about private parties, clubs, restaurants?"

Mona closed the folder, looked up and replied:

"There are some private organizations that we can't find, and what we can find is not similar patterns."

A flash of disappointment flashed in Winslow and Lacey's eyes, and as Chenelle was silent, Mona put the folder aside and whispered eagerly:

"Roan, do you want me to ......?"

"You wait a minute."

Seeing that Mona couldn't wait to use the computer to carry out the invasion action, Luo An felt a little headache and a little helpless.

Waving his hand to signal her to wait a moment, Roan walked into the team leader's office with the folder and called Vereneth.

After listening to Luo An's description, Verenes on the other end of the phone immediately agreed to help investigate.

In less than twenty minutes, the phone rang again, and Roan pressed the answer button, and Verenis said:

"I found out, it was the pattern of a private club in the southern part of the SAR.

I just contacted the person in charge of that club, and they intercepted part of the surveillance, and you can send someone there to retrieve it. ”

Luo An smiled when he heard this:

"Thank you, sir."

"No thanks."

Verenis on the other end of the phone cocked Erlang's legs and smiled, and said softly:

"Luo An, this is the first case handled by the Thirteenth Investigation Team, and we must work hard to investigate.

If you have any questions, remember to call me or Mr. Clement in time. ”

"I see."

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

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

"The source of the seal has been found out, Chenelle, Lacey, and the two of them went to this location in the southern part of the SAR to get the surveillance back."

“OK。”

Chenelle and Lacey glanced at Roan in some surprise, nodded and agreed to leave immediately, Winslow and Michelle were also a little surprised, only Mona sighed, and the action of tapping the keyboard was a little weaker.

Forty minutes later, Chenellele and Lacey hurried back to the office with a laptop in their arms.

Lacey handed the computer to Mona, who briefly operated for a moment, and soon played the surveillance video given by the head of the club.

The surveillance footage is very short, less than thirty seconds, and there is only one scene in the screen, which looks like the location of the gate.

Winslow frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice:

"Lacey, what kind of club is that?"

"I don't know, we didn't get into the club."

Chenelle's expression was normal, but Lacey's face was a little weird, and she said in a low voice:

"But judging by my experience, it's probably quite interesting in that club."

"Nonsense."

Winslow glanced at Lacey, and Roan next to him saw that Lacey was about to speak and stopped, frowned slightly, and asked:

"Lacey, what did you find?"

"Forehead ......"

Rescia was silent for a moment, pulled Luo An to the side of no one, and whispered:

"Roan, do you remember the first disappearance case that the two of us worked together to investigate?"

Luo An thought for a moment and asked:

"You're talking about Sabina (chapter 20), the husband and wife playing their own case."

Lacey nodded, and said in a low voice:

"The private club that Chenellele and I just went to had the same smell as the entertainment center that Sabina went to."

“……”

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

"You just said you and Chenelle didn't go into the private club?"

"Trust me, Roan, I'm talking about the smell not the taste, but the ambience."

Lacey crossed her hands on her hips, her expression was serious, and she said with some pride:

"I've walked through a lot of venues over the years, and I've got a lot of experience, and Chenelle definitely can't beat me in this regard."

“…… Six。 ”

Luo An was silent and didn't know what to say, so he had to pat Lacey on the shoulder, and just as Mona was in the distance, she shouted that she had found something, and the two hurriedly walked over.

"This is the sports car that the victim drove that night."

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

"I looked up the information about the sports car, and it came from a car rental company."

Mona's ten fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally a photo of a man's big head suddenly popped up on the computer screen, and said with a smile:

"He's the one who rented the car, Knockvik Prague!"

"Well done!"

Luo An praised Mona loudly, and then asked:

"What does this guy do?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely a private job."

Michelle, who was next to him, tapped a few times on the computer keyboard and added:

Northwick Prague, 40 years old, has a wife, no children, and lives in a modest neighborhood in Northeast Washington, D.C.

There are no work records to show it, but his bank account has regular access records, and each time he has not much money, just under the red line that will be investigated by the IRS. ”

Luo An then asked:

"What about criminal records?"

"It's as clean as a blank sheet of paper."

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

"A man who has lived to be forty years old does not even have a record of a speeding ticket, or a red light."

"It's really rare to see law-abiding federal residents."

A gleam flashed in Luo An's eyes, and he patted Chenelle's shoulder:

"Chenelle, come with me to talk to the widow of this Mr. Knockwick-Bragg.

Winslow, Lacey, Mona, Michelle, you guys look into where Nock Wick went after he left the club last night and who he came into contact with. ”

"Understood!"

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As the political center of the Federation, Washington, D.C. is at the forefront of the Federation in terms of economy and culture, and the level of consumption is the same, so ordinary people live here under great pressure.

In a neighborhood in northeastern Washington, D.C., where people are predominantly populated, Roan and Chenelle ring the doorbell of a small red apartment.

Soon, a female voice sounded from the apartment:

"Who?"

"Hello, FBI."

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

A white woman in dark blue, brown hair, who looked to be in her thirties, leaned sideways to signal the two to enter the room, and asked:

"Please come in, do you have anything to do with me? Or are you looking for Knockwick? My husband is not here, and he has received an order to go out of town these days. ”

Roan and Chenelle looked at each other and asked:

"Excuse me, what is Mr. Knockwick's job?"

"He's a taxi driver."

(End of chapter)