Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 337: Bail, Old Money, The Truth of the Case

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, in the Special Investigation Team's conference room.

Rekasha O'Dell's wealthy tycoon father was an elderly white man in a wheelchair, followed by a middle-aged male and female secretary, named Pranay Audel.

Luo An wasn't particularly good at determining the age of Caucasians, and it was even harder with African Americans, but the elderly white man in front of him had so many wrinkles that Luo An felt the man must be at least 70 years old.

Sure enough, Michelle handed him a brief on the man, and Luo An looked down to find that Pranay Audel was actually 86 years old this year.

"Rekasha O'Dell is 18 years old, her father is 86..."

Calculating the age when Rekasha was born, Luo An was secretly astonished. The lives of the wealthy were indeed extraordinary.

Putting his jumbled thoughts aside, Luo An straightened up, extended his hand, and shook hands with Pranay Audel:

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Audel."

"Hello, Group Leader Greenwood, such a promising young man."

Pranay Audel sat in his wheelchair with a faint smile, praising Luo An several times in a row.

"You flatter me, Mr. Audel."

Luo An exchanged a few pleasantries with him and then steered the conversation to business:

"May I ask why Mr. Audel insisted on seeing me in person? Is there anything I can assist you with?"

"Bob."

Without immediately answering Luo An's question, Pranay Audel called out to his male secretary behind him, who promptly took a document out of his briefcase and handed it to Luo An.

Luo An glanced at Pranay Audel, slowly opened the document, and found inside a certificate showing that a large local foundation in Los Angeles had donated a sum of money to their Special Investigation Team.

Pranay Audel spoke with a slight smile:

"I am very grateful to Group Leader Greenwood for helping to find my temperamental daughter. This is a token of my appreciation."

Seeing the 1 million US dollars stated in the donation certificate, Luo An immediately became all the more wary of the old fox in front of him, although his face still bore a smile:

"Protecting the lives of federal taxpayers is our duty at the FBI, you are too kind, Mr. Audel."

Upon hearing this, the male and female secretaries behind the wheelchair looked at Luo An with a strange expression, as if they hadn't expected him to actually say such a thing.

Pranay Audel, however, looked at Luo An with a gaze of appreciation.

Not because Luo An's words pleased him, but because he didn't expect that someone as young as Luo An could have such a thick skin. It was truly rare.

Pranay Audel admitted to himself that at Luo An's age, he had not been as brazen as Luo An.

Upon seeing Luo An's ordinary yet handsome face and learning about his rise to Deputy Group Leader of the FBI Investigation Team at just 25, Pranay Audel unconsciously started thinking of recruiting Luo An.

But then in a moment, Pranay Audel thought of something and abandoned the idea.

After chatting with Luo An for a while, Pranay Audel finally got to the point:

"Group Leader Greenwood, I would like to take Rekasha home today."

The psychologist had talked enough with Rekasha O'Dell the previous night. She was just involved in some minor mischiefs, and during her interactions with Spencer, she was only learning the techniques of murder, not yet moved to practical execution, so no lives were on her hands. freёweɓnovel.com

A bit of petty theft was something that could be resolved with bail money, which for Pranay Audel was not even worth mentioning.

However, during the previous arrest process, Rekasha O'Dell had fired a gun at herself, and this wasn't something to be easily dismissed.

Luo An's brows raised slightly, just about to speak, when the female secretary behind the wheelchair suddenly took a folder out of her briefcase and handed it to Luo An.

Looking thoughtfully at Pranay Audel, Luo An took the folder, opened it, and found inside a stock ownership certificate for a well-known federal company.

The stocks added up to a value of 4 million US dollars, and the owner's name was Luo An Greenwood.

But Luo An was very sure that he had never purchased this stock.

Seeing Luo An's unchanged expression, Pranay Audel internally nodded his head in admiration of Luo An's composure and then asked with a smile:

"Group Leader Greenwood, I offer you 4.916 million US dollars to buy this stock from you. What do you think?"

"No problem."

Upon hearing Pranay Audel's words, Luo An did not hesitate for long before he agreed.

It was clear that the money was to buy Luo An off for letting go of the fact that Rekasha O'Dell had shot at him.

The extra nearly 900,000 US Dollars was tax money that Luo An needed to pay for selling his stocks, and the other party had even calculated the tax amount for him and planned to pay it on his behalf.

Moreover, this was completely in compliance with federal law, and Luo An's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at Pranay Audel.

Experience was indeed invaluable; these "old money" from the feds were truly exceptional.

Seeing Luo An nod in agreement, Pranay Audel chuckled and stretched out his hand with a smile, saying:

"When Group Leader Greenwood visits Las Vegas in the future, you can give Bob a call. The Audel family will provide all necessary support for friends of our family, and will definitely make you experience the beauty and joy of Las Vegas."

Luo An reached out and shook his hand, also smiling slightly:

"I will trouble you when the opportunity arises."

"It's no trouble at all..."

The atmosphere in the meeting room was very lively. After chatting with Pranay Audel a bit more, Luo An then asked Michelle to take the lawyer brought by Pranay Audel downstairs to handle the release procedure for Rekasha O'Dell.

At two-thirty that afternoon, all the release procedures related to Rekasha O'Dell were completed, and Pranay Audel left the FBI Los Angeles Branch building with his daughter and about a dozen bodyguards.

"tsk tsk tsk."

Watching the massive motorcade downstairs, Luo An flicked the 4 million US Dollars in his hand he had gotten after taxes from selling his stocks, clicking his tongue:

"Five bullets in total, each bullet 800,000..."

At this moment, Reesi came over. She hadn't quite heard what Luo An was saying and asked, confused:

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

Luo An shook his head and turned to ask:

"What do you need me for?"

"Mona has already found out the details of the girl Jianaya mentioned, she's asked you to come and take a look."

"OK."

Luo An immediately walked over to Mona:

"How is it, is what Jianaya said true or false?"

"Unfortunately, it's true."

Mona looked at the data on the computer, her expression complex as she sighed.

The pregnant girl was named Sanna, and her mother had worked in Sande Jisi's household twenty years ago, handling cleaning duties for the villa rooms.

At that time, Sande Jisi was 19, and after Sanna's mother accused Sande Jisi of sexual harassment, she was paid 200,000 US Dollars by Sande Jisi's father to keep quiet.

And Sanna was born when Sande Jisi was 20.

To ensure nothing was overlooked, Mona had the trace examination department check out Sanna's body, and according to the comparison, she and Sande Jisi were indeed father and daughter.

And the child in Sanna's womb was also very closely genetically related to Sande Jisi.

"..."x3

After reading through the data, Reesi, Michelle, and Mona had ugly expressions on their faces, and Luo An's eyebrows slightly furrowed:

"An ethical tragedy."

The air in the office area became silent for a moment, and then Luo An spoke to break the somewhat frozen air:

"Regarding that website we found on Jianaya, how is the investigation going?"

Upon hearing this, Mona's spirits lifted, and she immediately started typing on her keyboard:

"I've made a big discovery!"