Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 172: Evil in the Refrigerator

The sudden sound and movement startled everyone, Reesi nearly spilled her coffee.

Luo An tossed the half-eaten burger onto the table and quickly walked over to William:

"What did you find?"

"We found a car!"

William tapped a few keys on the keyboard and then showed the computer screen to Luo An.

It displayed several screenshots from surveillance videos.

"Based on the transaction records you brought back, our tech team carefully checked the surveillance footage from around the transaction sites."

Biting into his big burger voraciously, William explained with a smile across his face:

"At one of the transaction sites, we found an orange pickup truck.

Then we checked the area near the bakery where Carolina Bellot was killed and the area near her sister's apartment.

Both near the time Carolina was killed and when the masked man appeared near the apartment, this orange pickup truck was spotted!"

Once is a coincidence, twice is happenstance, but three times might not be.

"Good work!"

Slapping William heavily on the shoulder, Luo An immediately pulled Reesi towards the armory, simultaneously asking:

"Who's the owner of the car?"

"The owner of Henry Wood Factory!"

—

At six-thirty in the evening, fully armed Luo An and Reesi arrived at the wood factory.

It was after working hours, the factory was empty, only the owner's office still had its lights on.

According to Mona's investigation, the wood factory was not in good financial condition; it seemed it would close in a few months.

Knock, knock, knock—

"Come in!"

The bald wood factory owner was looking at the financial statements in front of him with a troubled expression.

Hearing the knock, he didn't lift his head but allowed the person in.

Then he saw fully armed Reesi pointing a Glock 18 at him.

Swoosh!

The bald owner's face changed dramatically, and he immediately stood up in a French military posture.

After a moment, once he understood the purpose of Luo An's visit, the bald owner sat back down in his chair with a long sigh.

"That car is indeed mine."

Trembling, the bald owner flipped through some employee files nearby, explaining:

"But for work, that car was recently driven by my employee."

Taking a look at the financial statements on the table, Luo An raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Who is driving it? What's his name?"

"Jorgen Landry."

Successfully finding a document, the bald owner handed it to Luo An, saying:

"A very reliable guy."

Taking the document, Luo An looked at the photo and saw it was a quite handsome Caucasian man.

He signaled Reesi to send the information to Mona and asked:

"Reliable in what way?"

The bald owner said that the factory's finances are handled by Jorgen Landry and his company's accountant every month, saving him quite a lot of money.

Looking down at some details of the financial statements, and learning that the factory's finances are handled by the owner's own daughter, Luo An smacked his lips.

Scheming like this, it turns out, is not limited by nationality or gender.

Without saying much, ensuring Reesi sent all the information to Mona, Luo An prepared to leave but didn't forget to give his contact details to the bald owner, adding:

"If Jorgen Landry contacts you or comes here, call me immediately.

But also, don't tell him we've been here, OK?"

"OK."

The bald owner nodded in agreement, and just before the office door closed, he raised his voice and said:

"I don't know what Jorgen has done to draw the FBI's attention, but believe me, he's a good guy!"

"..."

Luo An paused in his steps, shook his head, and walked briskly away from there with Reesi.

After catching Jorgen Landry, he would contact this bald boss again to have a third-party accountant audit the finances of his factory.

——

"Jorgen Landry, 30 years old, born in New York Brooklyn, never went to college."

The dark SUV sped along under the streetlights, and on the other end of the phone, Mona was carefully typing and giving details about Jorgen Landry:

"When he came of age, Jorgen Landry joined the military and served four years as a Navy scout. He also participated in numerous wars.

After retiring, he earned an accounting certificate through his efforts.

He currently lives in Queens, with his bedridden mother at home."

"Good, it seems like a well-trained soldier who successfully returned home from the battlefield after completing his mission."

Turning the steering wheel, Luo An effortlessly maneuvered the SUV through the traffic, overtaking various vehicles as he continued to ask:

"But we still don't know why he wanted to kill Carolina.

Mona, have you found any connections between Jorgen and Carolina?

From the scene of the crime, Carolina does not seem to have been chosen at random, and Jorgen's lifestyle and mindset don't seem to match those of societal revenge types."

The expression on Mona's face over the phone wasn't too good as she rapidly typed and answered with a frown:

"I don't know; I'm still checking."

The orange pickup clue was first discovered by technicians like William, and Mona was somewhat annoyed.

But Mona was not upset with William and his team, but with herself.

"OK, let me know once you find out."

Hanging up the call, Luo An turned to Reesi sitting in the passenger seat, who was silently buckling his seatbelt. Luo An couldn't help but smile and asked:

"How about it, Reesi, any thoughts?"

"No."

Reesi shook his head:

"From what the documents show, Jorgen Landry has nothing to do with this case. Maybe we've got the wrong person?"

"Maybe."

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Driving the SUV past another car, Luo An suddenly remembered something, and took out his phone again to call Reesi.

A few seconds later, the call connected:

"This is Reesi."

Without wasting any words, Luo An immediately said:

"Reesi, go to the hospital with Jorgen Landry's photo, find Edwin Miller, and ask if the person who bought the gun really is him."

"OK!"

Hanging up the call, Reesi immediately stood up and left from investigation team five.

A few minutes later, Luo An and Reesi smoothly arrived at Jorgen Landry's home.

Parking the SUV diagonally opposite the house, Luo An and Reesi carefully checked their equipment to ensure everything was okay, then stepped out of the vehicle.

Knock, knock, knock—

Standing to the left and right of the door, Reesi knocked on the door, shouting:

"FBI! Anyone home?"

All was quiet; no response.

Luo An tried the doorknob, and the house's front door opened smoothly.

Exchanging a glance, the two simultaneously raised their Glock 18 pistols and swiftly entered the house.

Searching every room quickly from left to right, Luo An soon found in the uppermost left room an old woman lying on the bed, eyes closed in deep sleep.

Remembering from Jorgen Landry's information about a mother paralyzed in bed, Luo An checked her breath to ensure she was just sleeping, not dead.

Just then, Reesi's loud shout suddenly came from downstairs:

"Luo An! Come here quick!"

Hearing this, Luo An hurriedly followed the direction of the sound into the basement of the house and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Reesi did not reply, but with a shocked expression, pointed to the corner of the basement.

Following Reesi's pointing finger, Luo An saw a fridge in operation.

Inside the fridge was a frozen brain.

If it were just a brain, it wouldn't have shocked Reesi so much; after all, he had seen such scenes in previous cases.

But what truly shocked Reesi was that the brain bore a striking resemblance to Jorgen Landry's face.