Noon, Jacobs Federal Building.
Ryder pushed open the door to the No. 5 Investigation Team office area and shouted loudly as soon as he entered:
"Everyone, I'm back!"
When the agents of Investigation Team No. 5 heard the sound, they stood up one after another, walked over with smiles on their faces and gave William a hug.
William patted Ryder hard on the back:
"Welcome back, Ryder!"
"Don't say that, William."
Ryder patted William's back gently, then rolled his eyes and said:
"I've only been away for two days, not two years."
William smiled and said nothing. Ryder looked around and didn't see Roan and Lacey. He tilted his head and asked:
"Where are Roan and Lacey?"
"Going to do a simulation portrait."
Mona next to her handed Ryder a cup of coffee, briefly recounted what happened in the past two days, and finally said:
"They have been gone all morning and should be back soon."
"OK."
After listening to Mona's narration, Ryder nodded and returned to his work station, preparing to wait for Luo An to come back. He wanted to see Luo An for something.
Ryder didn't know exactly what happened that day. Fentanyl was too toxic. Before he could react, he felt his head start to swim. The next second he couldn't control his muscles and collapsed on the ground.
But before Ryder completely lost consciousness, he still felt Roan jump down the stairs and rush to his side.
But when Luo An fed him the potion later, Ryder didn't feel it.
At that time, Ryder, according to his words, had "saw the white-bearded God waving to him."
Later, Ryder woke up and looked at the ceiling in the ward. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was true or false.
It was only when Yvonne slapped him hard on the face that Ryder realized that he had actually come back to life and had not gone to see God.
Ryder went to their home last night and thanked the two SWAT team members who put him in the ambulance very solemnly.
The only person left who saved Ryder's life was Roan.
According to Yvonne's understanding, Roan was not the one who personally put Ryder into the ambulance.
But Ryder, who has been in the battle all year round and recently joined the FBI, has a feeling that Luo An is the one who really saved him.
Although he didn't know why he felt this way, Ryder chose to trust his instincts. He now really wanted to express his gratitude to Luo An.
"Everyone! The simulation portrait is out!"
Ryder hadn't sat down for a few minutes when Lacey and Roan strode in.
Lacey held up several large portraits and shouted loudly:
"This guy is the person we're looking for next!"
"OK!"
"no problem!"
The technical staff of Investigation Team No. 5 agreed with a bang, took the portrait from Lacey's hand, sat in front of the computer and started typing on the keyboard.
"Roan, Lacey."
When he heard someone calling him, Luo An, who lowered his head to think about something, was stunned for a moment. When he looked up and saw that it was Ryder, he immediately showed a big smile, walked up and gave the other person a hug:
"Welcome back, man! I didn't expect you to come back to work today. Didn't Augustus approve it for you for a long time?"
Lacey did not hug Ryder, a muscular man, but gave Ryder a fist on the arm with a smile on her face, and gave Ryder a high-five.
Ryder knew very well who Lacey was, and he didn't care about small things like not hugging her.
After hearing what Luo An said, Ryder was about to say something with a serious face when William suddenly shouted:
“Everyone, I’m afraid this Kevin has never been to prison.
In the photos of inmates in several large prisons in the New York area, there is no one who looks like Kevin! "
At this point in time, facial recognition technology is not very mature, and there are very few people who can investigate. Most of the people in the FBI resource database are prisoners who have been in prison.
After all, these people take photos before entering prison.
For the rest of the population, current facial recognition systems are useless most of the time.
It was not until 2015, when the United States began to implement facial recognition boarding policies at airports across the country, that the FBI's database gradually became richer.
Of course, the database here refers to the criminal database. There are other databases within the FBI, but ordinary agents have no access to them.
"Then check the prisons in other areas."
Hearing William's words, Luo An frowned and said:
"You can check the states surrounding New York, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey."
"O...K."
Hearing Luo An's words, William and the other four technical agents twitched their mouths, but they still lowered their heads and got busy.
Seeing William and others starting to work, Luo An looked at Ryder again, tilted his head and asked:
"Ryder, what did you just want to say?"
"……nothing."
Seeing that everyone was busy, Ryder swallowed a bunch of words in his mouth, then grinned and patted Luo An on the shoulder:
"I just got off work today and wanted to invite you to my house for dinner."
"OK."
Hearing this, the corners of Luo An's mouth raised and he immediately nodded in agreement.
Someone invited me to dinner last night, and I also invited someone to dinner tonight...
Luo An raised the corners of his mouth and turned his gaze to Mona.
Do you want to have a meal at her house the day after tomorrow?
Mona trembled violently, feeling as if something bad was staring at her.
Time moved forward slowly, and the keyboards in the office area kept ringing, but the agents of Investigation Team No. 5 did not find the Kevin in the portrait.
During the process, William and others did find several people who looked very similar to the people in the portraits.
But upon closer inspection, either there were witnesses to prove that the man was with him when the bank robbery occurred, or that man was no longer in New York and had neither the ability nor the time to commit the crime.
"this……"
After picking up the coffee on the side and taking a big sip, Mona rubbed her sore fingers and tilted her head to look at Luo An:
"Is it possible that the two women misremembered Kevin's appearance? Or that the painter made a mistake?"
"It's not impossible, but..."
Luo An touched his chin, and after pondering for a long time, he took out his mobile phone, pressed the number and called Norton.
"Roan?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was a little noisy, and one could tell that Norton was not in the FBI building.
"Good afternoon, Norton."
Luo An simply said hello, without any nonsense, and directly told the other party that he could not find anyone now.
"Simple!"
Hearing Luo An's question, Norton on the other end of the phone smiled slightly and said directly:
"You should send that mock portrait to our Organized Crime Investigation Division now.
As long as the portrait is accurate and the gap between it and the real person is not very big, I can find this person for you very quickly! "
Norton waved his hand. Their Organized Crime Investigation Division had special connections with most of the gangs in New York.
They have done this kind of thing many times, and it is nothing to them.
Of course, not everyone can ask the Organized Crime Investigation Bureau to help with this kind of thing.
Organized crime investigators will ignore those who are not familiar with them.
"Thank you, Norton."
"You're welcome!"
Norton chuckled, and after making an appointment with Luo An to go fishing together on the weekend, he hung up the phone.
"I'll go."
After hanging up the phone, before Luo An could say anything, Ryder picked up the portrait, smiled at Luo An, and strode away from the No. 5 investigation team.
I don’t know what method the Organized Crime Investigation Division used. Just three hours later, Ryder returned to Investigation Team 5 and brought back a piece of paper with rough information about the person in the simulated portrait:
Fletcher Walker, 29, lives in Queens.
After pulling out all the information about Fletcher according to the information, Mona was speechless and spread her hands:
"No wonder we can't find him. This man was a boy scout two months ago!"
Hearing this, Luo An was stunned:
"What's the meaning?"
(End of chapter)
