Investigation Team No. 5, interrogation room.
Philomena's hands were handcuffed to the interrogation table, with Roan and Lacey sitting across from her.
After briefly sorting out the information, Luo An handed some of the information that could be shown to others, handed it to Philomena, and said:
“If you can get tomorrow’s Wall Street Journal today, you’re never going to lose money.”
After briefly describing the case, Luo An finally asked in a deep voice:
"Tell me, who is the mastermind behind this case?"
"..."
After hearing what Luo An said, Philomena was very shocked, and looked at Luo An with eyes filled with disbelief.
She never expected that the FBI would find out the truth behind Brent Hughes's death so quickly.
Raising her head, Philomena took a deep look at the handsome-faced FBI agent in front of her. After taking a deep breath, she still shook her head and said:
"I won't say anything until you find my sister."
Luo An frowned when he heard this, grabbed Lacey beside him, and said softly:
"I have asked the best agents of our No. 5 Investigation Team to find your sister based on the information you provided.
But the premise is that the information you provide must be true. "
Philomena slapped the table with excitement:
"Of course the information I provided is true! I didn't lie to you!"
"OK."
Luo An did not dwell on this point, but continued:
"Philomena, I didn't lie to you, my colleague was indeed looking for your sister in the federal database.
We now have a basis for cooperation, so can you tell us about this case? "
"..."
After hearing Luo An's words, Philomena lowered her head and remained silent for a while, and finally whispered with a bitter look on her face:
"I didn't kill Brent Hughes, I swear.
I just do what others ask me to do. "
Lacey asked doubtfully:
"What's the meaning?"
After taking a deep look at Luo An, Philomena took a deep breath and said:
"When I was 18 years old, I was still a country girl. Once, a photographer from our country told me that I could make a lot of money by working as a model in New York.
Then they helped me apply for a visa, bought a plane ticket, and sent me to New York.
But it's all lies. "
Luo An frowned and tilted his head to look at Lacey, who also tilted her head to look at him with an ugly expression.
Both of them could already guess what would happen next.
As expected, Philomena continued with red eyes:
“He told me that if I didn’t do what he said, then kill me first and then my family in our country.
Then he beat me and strengthened me. "
Luo An sighed, Lacey frowned and looked ugly, but asked softly in a low voice:
"who is he?"
"He was the one who ordered me to approach Brent Hughes and the one who ordered the killing of Brent Hughes."
Philomena shook her head and said again that she would not name that person until her sister was found.
For Philomena, this is her only bargaining chip.
Luo An and Lacey also thought of this, so they didn't force it.
Philomena continued to whisper with her eyes red:
"Later, because my appearance was better, he sent me to the "Dancer" modeling agency and asked me to study under Yuna Ramirez.
After a while, he started taking me to places where people on Wall Street ate, drank, and had fun.
While introducing me and helping me become famous, he also sent me to sleep with some people..."
A few minutes later, Philomena finished her narration, Roan and Lacey looked at each other, stood up and left the interrogation room.
"Dirty Wall Street."
As soon as she walked out of the interrogation room, Lacey spat with displeasure, then tilted her head and looked at Luo An:
"Is that why you chose to leave Wall Street?"
Luo An was slightly startled when he heard this, and then nodded.
With an "I knew it" expression on her face, Lacey patted Luo An's shoulder hard and said in a deep voice:
"I only knew Wall Street was dirty, but I didn't expect it to be this dirty."
In fact, you haven’t seen the dirtier places yet.
Looking at Lacey's back walking towards the office area, Luo An silently shook his head.
Betrayal, double-dealing, dishonest in words, adding insult to injury, talking sweet words and using swords...
There are countless examples of people on Wall Street doing whatever they can to make money. The darkest and ugliest things that humans can think of have basically happened here.
"How's it going, Mona?"
Walking to the office area of Investigation Team No. 5, Luo An sat down on his chair, stretched his body, tilted his head and looked at Mona, and asked with a smile:
"Have you found any information about the sister Philomena mentioned?"
"Of course! I'm Mona!"
Hearing Luo An's question, Mona threw him a pair of hygiene balls, then pointed to the information on the computer and said:
"The information Philomena mentioned is actually information about his sister in Europe. It is normal that the NYPD cannot find it.
I just used the FBI's internal network to jump to the Customs and Immigration Administration's internal network, and successfully found a girl who matched Philomena's external image and information. "
"Well done!"
Smiling and pouring a cup of coffee for Mona, Luo An looked at her computer screen and found that it actually contained a case record.
Luo An suddenly felt a thump in her heart and asked hurriedly:
"What's happening here?"
"A serial murder case discovered by the NYPD the night before yesterday."
Mona borrowed the coffee that Luo An poured for her, raised her head and drank it in one gulp, and then said angrily:
“At 10:40 pm the night before yesterday, the NYPD received a report from a road construction worker who was working overtime, saying that they found a dying girl covered in blood on the beach on the south side of Long Island.
After sending the girl to the hospital, the NYPD found a deep pit filled with seawater at a remote corner by the sea based on the girl's blood dripping on the ground.
After draining the water from the deep pit, the NYPD discovered the bodies of 22 women at the bottom. "
"What did you say?"
Lacey's pupils on the side instantly dilated and she hurriedly came over:
"22 female corpses?!"
Lacey's voice was a little distorted because of her excitement.
"That's right!"
Mona was also very angry. She pointed at the information on the computer, her eyes full of anger:
"And after forensic identification, none of the 22 women were older than 25 years old, and the youngest was just 17 years old, not yet an adult."
boom--
Hearing Mona's words, Lacey immediately slammed the table and cursed:
"Fu-k! Damn murderer, Son of bitch..."
Luo An also looked very unhappy, but he still did not forget his original goal and asked hurriedly:
"What about Philomena's sister?"
"If the girl I found is really Philomena's sister."
Mona tapped her fingers on the keyboard, and a portrait photo appeared in front of them:
"Then she is the girl's body numbered 021."
Upon hearing this, Lacey immediately raised her hands to cover her eyes, and Luo An also let out a long breath.
The air was quiet for a long time. Lacey and Mona looked at each other, and finally turned their gazes to look at the case carefully. Luo An, who was silent, asked in a low voice:
"What's next?"
(End of chapter)
