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, and Caroline, who had long sleeves and long pants, yawned and walked downstairs:

"Good evening, both."

"Hmm."

Mona replied casually, put on the slippers that Luo Ann handed her, and went into the kitchen to prepare the food.

Luo An nodded at Caroline, and was about to go upstairs to enter the room to change clothes, when he suddenly found a large object in the corner room:

"Carolyn, 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 in the afternoon."

“……”

Luo An's eyelids twitched, he didn't bother to speak and 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 said before, that room is reserved for the gym!"

"That room is huge, and even if you have a grand piano, there's enough space left for you to put your gym equipment."

Caroline held the juice in her left hand, leaned lazily against the kitchen door, and smiled:

"You both have jobs and have things to do during the day.

I don't have a job, and I'm bored at home, so I have to buy some music equipment to pass the time. ”

Caroline actually guessed why Jawari Evans sent her to the Federation.

In order to avoid causing trouble to Roan and Mona, Caroline has basically never left this villa since she lived in it, and the farthest distance she walked was the gate at the end of the lawn outside the villa.

Roan and Mona are also around the villa, designing and installing some surveillance, defense, and emergency contact devices just in case.

"Hmph."

Mona glanced sideways, turned around and continued to prepare food, Ann changed her clothes and came down to help, and Caroline stood aside and began to cheer the two on.

Caroline's cooking skills are impressive, and the first time she enters the kitchen, she makes an indescribable yellow paste for the two, and Roan and Mona haven't let her into the kitchen since.

Soon, when dinner was ready, Caroline had a small appetite, and after eating a little, she put down the dishes, went into the room not far away, and began to tidy up the large grand piano.

"Carolyn!"

Luo An swallowed the beef in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and asked in a loud voice:

"Have you contacted your father these days?"

Mona rarely calls Jawari, while contact between Caroline and Jawari is frequent.

"Contacted!"

Caroline, who was in the room, replied:

"I called, and my father is visiting Australia with Mrs. Hanover these days."

“OK。”

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

Not long after, Roan and Mona finished their dinner, and the work of cleaning up the dishes was handed over to Caroline, who chatted for a while and went back to their rooms for a while, and did not say anything all night.

The next day, the FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C., the office of Investigation Group 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 killer of the victim, Knockwick.

Second, find out what case the victim Knockwick was investigating before his death. ”

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

"Where do we investigate next?"

Luo An asked rhetorically:

"How did you check the key you found in Knockwick's box before?"

"Not good."

Lacey finished the breakfast in her hand in three or two bites, picked up the coffee and drank it all, let out a long breath, and said:

"Winslow and I asked for a lock company, and they said it was the most common lock on the market with the key.

It is sold in any hardware store, and there are no less than thousands of people in the entire Washington, D.C., who use it, and there is no need to register to buy and sell it, so you can sell it if you give money, and you can't 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 that surveillance video before, Mona found out that the sports car driven by Knock Vik 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, you go to that rental car company and investigate.

See if there are any clues there, and remember to get back the personal information you left when you rented the car in Knockwick! ”

"Understood!"

Winslow and Lacey nodded in unison, and got up to ...... Pick up the unfinished breakfast on the table and leave the office area while eating.

"Mona, Michelle, you investigate Nokvik's economic situation and consumption information, etc., and see if there are any clues."

"Okay."

Mona and Michelle began to keep their heads down, and Roan then looked at Chenelle and said:

"Chenelle, you brought Alejo from the USSS (Secret Service), I have something to ask him."

“OK。”

An hour later, Alejo, along with Chenelle, walked into the conference room again.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Team Leader Roan."

Luo An stretched out his hand and shook hands with the smiling Alejo, not quite understanding how the other party's attitude had changed so much today.

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

Seeing the 100% solving rate of the special investigation team led by Luo An, Alejo was stunned and couldn't believe it, and carefully flipped through it several times to make sure that he was really not mistaken, Alejo's face was full of 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 took the lead in handling it, I believe that this case will definitely be investigated."

Alejo grabbed Luo An's hand and shook it again and again, the expression on his face was very sincere, how sincere he was.

“……”

Luo An was a little speechless and pulled his hand out of Alejo's hand, without nonsense, and asked directly:

"Alejo, do you know anything else about Knockwick as your informant?"

"For example?"

"For example, the source of his weapons, his spending habits, where he often goes, and so on."

Alejo now had almost nothing to say to Roan, and he pondered for a long time and said:

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

"Informant ......"

A look of strangeness flashed in Chenelle's eyes, and Roan asked:

"What's that informant's name? What does he do? ”

"The name seems to be Behrende."

Alejo frowned and lowered his head to try to remember the words of the chat at that time, and suddenly raised his head with a slap, and replied with a light in his eyes:

"He works for a maintenance company and is an electrician by profession!"

Ten minutes later, Mona found Knockwick's informant, she pointed to the information on the computer, and introduced:

"Berende, 49 years old, single, has no savings, likes to drink, and most of the wages he earns are spent on street women.

He was locked up in the Metropolitan Police Department in Washington, D.C., three days ago, and is still inside. ”

“……”x3

Michelle, Alejo, and Chenelle were a little speechless, and the corners of Ann's mouth raised:

"Didn't give the money, how did the Metropolitan Police say that he was singing? Chenelle, come with me, let's go to the police station and talk to this guy. ”

"No problem!"

At the Metropolitan Police Department, Roan and Chenellele pull out their FBI's gold badges and soon meet Berander in an interrogation room in a corner.

“FBI？”

Hearing the identities of Roan and Chenelle, Berende sat in his chair with surprise written on his face:

"I'm just fighting and I don't have any money to pay, what are you FBI looking for me? Could it be that guy is dead? ”

"It's okay to fight with you."

Roan pushed the picture of Nokwick and the key to him, and Berend's pupils shrank when he saw the picture.

(End of chapter)