Legendary FBI Detective

"The woman in the video is Ancona, 46 years old, and one of the people cleaning up the floor where the press conference was held."

Mona showed Ancona's information to Roan, and then called up another surveillance video:

At the beginning of the press conference, Ancona walked around the corridor outside the meeting room with a mop, always putting her left hand in her pocket.

The moment the explosion happened, Ancona looked like she was frightened, she sat down on the ground first, and then hurriedly took advantage of the chaos and left there in a hurry with the others.

"It looks like she's the one who remote-controlled the bomb and made it go off."

After watching the two videos, Roan pursed his lips, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he tilted his head and said to Mona in a deep voice:

"Can that car find out anything useful?"

"No."

Mona shook her head, frowned after tapping the keyboard a few times and said:

"The number plate on that car was fake.

According to the surveillance video on the highway, it was finally found that the car drove into downtown Brooklyn. "

In a place like downtown Brooklyn, you just drop that car on the side of the road and have a helpful guy clean it up in minutes.

Roan was silent for a moment, thought for a while and said:

"Check Ancona's recent financial situation and see if I can find any useful clues."

"OK."

Mona nodded, and continued typing on the keyboard with her ten fingers.

Time flies forward, and soon it is time to get off work.

After get off work, Luo An and the others did not go home immediately, but drove to the hospital to visit Verinisi.

But at this time Verinis hadn't woken up yet, and was still lying on the hospital bed and lethargic.

Looking at each other, Luo An and the others had no choice but to leave first and come back tomorrow.

——

The next day, Mr. Matai's house.

Sitting in a study room as large as the office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team, Roan and Lacey looked at each other and quietly sipped their coffee.

Yesterday's shooting case, NYPD has handed over to investigation team No. 5.

Mona didn't find any abnormality in the economic status of Ancona's bank account, but if the other party got the banknotes but chose to hide them, then Mona would naturally not be able to find out.

So in the end Mona chose to go to Ancona's house with Ryder to have a look, and at the same time visit Ancona's relatives and friends to see if they could find useful information.

"All dinner invitations for this week are cancelled!"

At this moment, a somewhat angry voice suddenly came from the corridor outside the study.

In the next second, the door of the study was pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with a long face and short beard walked in with an elderly white man in a suit.

"Also, the CNN interview was rejected by me too!

My dad just passed away and they invited me on the show! damn it."

Mattey's son, Wilbur Mattey, looked angry, and the elderly white man beside him looked sad.

Roan and Lacey looked at each other, and Lacey got up first and stretched out her hand to Wilbur:

"Hello, we are FBI agents, this time we are here"

"I know, you are here to investigate the bombing."

Before Lacey finished speaking, Wilbur interrupted her with a wave of his hand, walked quickly to the desk, picked up a glass of wine and poured it all into his throat, then turned his head and said:

"Sorry, my father passed away so suddenly, I was dealing with things yesterday afternoon and evening, so I need a drink to pick myself up now."

Seeing Wilbur's red eyes, Lacey frowned slightly and asked:

"Shall we begin then?"

"Can."

Wilbur nodded, then picked up a bottle of wine and took another swig.

Seeing this, Lacey frowned, and turned her head to look at Roan.

Roan didn't talk nonsense, he took out a notebook directly from his pocket, and asked with a serious face:

"Mr. Wilbur, have you found anyone suspicious recently?"

"I have no idea."

Wilbur shook his head, expressing that he had to go to work every day, and Mr. Matai went to different places every day. He didn't know Mr. Matai's daily experience.

Hearing this, Luo An casually wrote in his notebook and continued to ask:

"Then has your father offended anyone recently?"

"My father is a member of parliament, how could he not offend anyone."

Hearing this question, Wilbur sneered:

"Recent words."

"Ahem!"

Halfway through Wilbur's words, the elderly white man who had been standing beside him suddenly coughed.

The violent coughing startled Wilbur, and after he came to his senses, he hurriedly threw the wine in his hand aside, and said:

"I have a headache, you should ask him the next question."

When Roan and Lacey heard this, they frowned and turned their attention to the elderly white man.

"Two agents."

Seeing the eyes of the two, the old white man slowly showed a smile, and said softly:

"My name is Adam, and I am the steward of the Matai family."

"Hello, Adam."

Roan stretched out his hand to hold down the agitated Lacey, and then continued to ask without changing his face:

"As the steward of the Matai family, you must know a lot about Matai's experience during his lifetime.

Excuse me, has Congressman Ma Tai offended anyone recently? "

"Sorry, I"

Adam smiled slightly, and just about to deny it, Roan said directly:

"I know what you want to say, but what I want to tell you is that although Congressman Matai is dead, the explosion may not be over, and the Wilbur next to you is likely to be targeted by the murderer.

Although you can ask bodyguards to protect you at all times, but the bodyguards will always relax, and the murderer will never relax, so you can imagine the consequences yourself."

"What?"

Seeing Roan say these words with a serious face, the corner of Lacey's mouth trembled, Adam frowned, and Wilbur straightened up instantly:

"Where did you get the news that the murderer was after me?"

Roan didn't answer, just smiled, and turned his gaze to Adam.

"."

Adam fell into deep thought, while Wilbur scratched his head and gulped down his drink.

There was a long silence in the room, and finally just when Wilbur was about to bear it, Adam finally raised his head, looked at Roan and said:

"Mr. Detective, when Mr. Matai was still there, not long ago, he received an email every day on his computer.

The content of the email is very vicious, and it has repeatedly threatened to use a bomb to kill Mr. Matai. "

——

The pitch-black SUV sped toward the direction of the Jacob Federal Building.

"Nice job, Roan."

Sitting in the co-pilot, Lacey looked down at the computer that Adam gave them, and asked with a smile:

"Roan, do you think that butler Adam finally told the truth?"

"of course not."

Roan shook his head, but with a simple thought, he guessed what the other party was hiding.

It is nothing more than the other parliamentarians and organizations that Ma Tai offended because of different interests or camps during his lifetime.

But those people or organizations are all for money in the final analysis, and they will not send bombs into the FBI's territory to bomb Matai Congressman.

After all, doing so also offended the FBI, and offending the FBI would do no good to these people.

Jingle Bell--

Just as the SUV was about to arrive at the Jacobs Federal Building, the phone in Lacey's pocket suddenly rang.