Chapter 597
Twenty minutes later, the two left Central Park Tower.
Amir Khan, looking preoccupied, got into the car and asked, “What was the last thing you said to him?”
“I asked him for a name, someone he thought was connected to the case – Mia Carioca.”
Amir Khan makes a note of the name, something feels familiar but he can’t remember it, “Do you think he’s telling the truth?”
Luke asks back, “What do you think?”
Amir Khan thought for a moment, “I don’t really believe him.
Because when he gave his statement earlier, his demeanor struck me as a little suspicious and probably not telling the truth.”
“I knew he might have lied, that’s why I asked him for a name.”
Aamir Khan glanced out of the window, “And did it ever occur to you that the name was also a fake and that he was misleading us about the case.”
“What are you getting at?”
Amir Khan lowered his voice, “Since we can all see that he’s lying, is it possible that he’s Grace Blumberg’s killer?”
“You’re right, that possibility does exist.
But there’s also the possibility that he’s lying to hide something else, and you have to realize that all these politicians and rich people have something to hide.
It’s more likely that he killed someone because of this kind of reason, and if we hold on to it, we’ll probably be looking into the wrong direction, and when the case isn’t solved, we’ll offend this Mayor of New York instead.
Therefore, as long as there are other clues, we will investigate other clues first, it’s not that the suspicion that he killed his wife can’t be investigated, but the prerequisite is that there are enough clues and evidence.
What do you think?”
“You’re right, that’s really how it should be done.” Amir Khan thought carefully and tilted his head, “You’re more mellow than I thought.”
Luke laughed, “So, I’m more mellow than you are.
Drive on, man.”
Luke pulled out his cell phone and dialed Michael Jeter’s number to investigate Mia Carioca’s identity.
Half an hour later, the two returned to the FBI’s New York office.
Lois smiled, “Amir, how did it go with the mayor?”
Amir Khan shrugged, “His house is beautiful, very beautiful, other than that, I don’t want to say anything.”
Michael Jeter walked over, “Guys, I found out about Mia Carioca.
Mia Carioca did know the deceased and the two had a phone call the night the deceased was killed.”
Michael Jett put a piece of information on the projector.
Name, Mia Carioca.
Age, 35.
Social Security number, 050-53-1376
Occupation, CEO of the Navis Club
Cell phone number, 315 231 1547
Lois said, “I know her, New York businesswoman, often in various fashion and entertainment magazines.
I didn’t realize she’d be a friend of the mayor’s wife.”
“Nothing surprising, these rich people party a lot and socialize a lot.
And who in New York doesn’t want to know the rich and powerful mayor’s wife?” Michael took out his cell phone and looked at the crowd, “I’m going to contact her directly, do you guys have a better offer?”
“Call it.” Luke yawned, that is, the mayor of New York had three thinly veiled faces, ordinary little tycoons didn’t do well with the FBI.
Michael dialed Mia Carioca’s cell phone number and pressed the speaker.
Soon, the cell phone was connected, and a woman’s voice came, “This is Mia Carioca.”
“Hello, Ms. Mia Carioca, this is Michael Jeter, Team Leader of the FBI’s Criminal Investigation Division.”
The other party was silent for a moment, “What can I do for you?”
“Do you know Grace Bloomberg?”
“Yes, the wife of the mayor of New York, and who wouldn’t?”
“I’ve heard you two are very close.”
“Is that a problem?”
“I’d like to ask you some questions about Grace Blumberg?”
“Why?
Are you investigating the mayor’s wife?”
Michael Jeter thought for a moment, “There are some complications here, and it would be best if we could talk in person.”
“Sorry, I’m not in New York.
If you want to talk, you can call my attorney.”
“Ms. Mia Carioca, we ……”
“Beep ……” came a disconnect tone from the phone.
“Fuck!
No manners guys.” Michael Jett was a little depressed.
Luke asked, “Does this woman have a deep background?”
Michael Jett bristled, “To be the CEO of a club, there must be some background, otherwise, she wouldn’t dare to hang up on me.
However, compared to Nasi Bloomberg, she’s an errand boy.”
Luke teased, “It seems that your name as the head of the FBI’s Criminal Investigation Department is not very good.”
Michael Jeter grunted, “I’ll find her, not some bullshit lawyer.”
Lois suggested, “How about just locating her cell phone.”
Amir Khan said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea; the fact that she had the audacity to hang up voluntarily shows that she’s not afraid of the FBI.
If, however, we locate the phone without sufficient reason or evidence, it will be a pain in the ass when the time comes.
I hate lawyers too, but I have to say, sometimes they do work well.”
Lois asked back, “So what’s your best idea?”
Amir Khan shrugged, “It’s not something I’m good at.”
Luke continued, “Since we can’t find her, let her come to us.”
Michael Jett asked, “What’s your best idea?”
Luke looked over at the information on the projector, “Do you know anything about the Venus Club where she works?”
Lois replied, “I’ve heard of it, it’s a high end private club for women, a lot of noblewomen, actresses, and a few people from the fashion industry are members there.”
“Sounds like business should be good.”
Lois nodded, “It’s better than you think.”
Luke said, “Then let’s go take care of taking care of her business.”
Club Navis.
This was a club located in the suburbs of New York, the club was in a dark blue building with a very modern feel, the whole building was thirty floors high, the building was full of all kinds of facilities, combining fitness, recreation, leisure, nursing, and food.
“Wooo……” a siren sounded.
Several black Chevrolet SUVs with flashing police lights stopped outside the club.
A dozen heavily armed FBI agents stepped out of the vehicles, and the surrounding pedestrians involuntarily moved to the sides.
Michael Jett stood next to the lead car and smiled at Luke and asked, “What do you think of the posse?”
“It’s good, I think Mia Carioca is going to love it.”
Michael Jett looked up at the clubhouse, “What if she still won’t show her face?”
Luke laughed, “That would be more of a sign that something is wrong with her and that’s why she won’t show her face.
We wouldn’t have to hesitate any longer, just locate her cell phone and use other means if it’s lost.”
“Come on, let’s go try the depths of this club.” Michael Jett waved his hand and led the many FBI agents into the club lobby.
The FBI’s police car caused quite a commotion when it was parked outside the club, and when the FBI agents entered the club lobby on the first floor, a white woman in a black professional dress outfit stopped the crowd, “I’m the club’s manager, Sheena Fasset.
Officers, have you come to the wrong place.”
“Is this the Navis Club?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s correct.” Michael Jett flashed his ID, “I’m Michael Jett, Team Leader of the FBI’s Criminal Investigations Division, we’ve received a report that your club is harboring a Dread Score, and we’re going to arrest him and bring him back for investigation.”
“Dreadpoint?” Sheena Fasset frowned, “I think you guys must have made a mistake, we are a legitimate club here, and the members of the club are all honorable, elegant and successful women, it’s impossible to have any Fearful Points.”
“I didn’t say that the members here are afraid of points.” Michael Jeter pulled out a picture of a young white man, “Do you recognize him?”
Sheena Fasset took the photo and looked at it, her eyebrows furrowed slightly and quickly recovered, “There are a lot of people working at the club, I can’t remember much.”
“It doesn’t matter if you remember or not, we found out that he works at this club, here’s the warrant for his arrest.” Michael Jeter clapped his hands.
“Guys, for the safety of the members, search every room carefully and make sure you get him.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Wait.” Xena Fasse rushed to stop the agent and looked over at Michael Jett.
“Team Leader Michael Jett, I remember, his name is Malek Ramsey and he is indeed an employee of our club.
You don’t need to search the room any further, I’ll call him in to talk to you.”
Michael Jett looked at his watch, “You have five minutes, if he doesn’t show up in five minutes, we will search the club.”
Sheena Fasset was a little chagrined, “Please don’t feel free to search the club, you’ll be disturbing our guests.”
Michael Jet said with a serious face, “On the contrary, we are doing this to protect the club members from the terrorists’ attacks.
We will also consider evacuating the crowd if necessary.”
Sheena Fasset felt something was wrong, the more the commotion, the worse it would be for the club, “Sir, is there something about our club that has offended you?”
Michael Jett tapped the dial with his right finger, “Four minutes to go.”
Xena Fasset sighed, “Don’t search the club, I’ll bring him in.” Xena Fase said and left at a fast pace.
Xina Fase ran inside the hall and said to a supervisor, “Call Malek Ramsey to the hall immediately, I don’t care what he’s doing, even if he’s crawling, crawl over here for me.
It has to be quick.”
After finishing her sentence, Hina Fasset ran to the office on the inner side of the hall, took out her cell phone and made a call, “Mrs. Carioca, this is Hina Fasset.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to contact me lately without something going on?” A woman’s voice came from the cell phone, sounding a bit disgruntled.
“A group of FBI just came to our door claiming that an employee of the club is a terrorist, and if we don’t hand over that employee, they’re going to search the entire club room.” Xena Fasser’s speech was rapid.
“Who was leading the group?”
“Michael Jeter, head of the FBI’s Criminal Investigation Division.”
“Fuck, that asshole!” There was a sound of a glass breaking over the phone, and after a moment, Mia Carioca said in a cold voice, “Stabilize them, and definitely don’t let them search the club.”
“I have a feeling that they’re somewhat coming from a bad place.”
“Stupid, there’s no need for you to say that, I’ll rush over right now.”