The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 567: Does the United States also have an unpretentious business war?

"So has your daughter been in any trouble recently? Bullying, stalking, or a jealous ex-boyfriend? Why did she choose to go out for a morning jog?" Jack's eyes passed through the door and fell on a football and a half in the manor. Field size vestibule.

"No, if there was Chloe, she would definitely tell me. We, father and daughter, depend on each other and talk about everything." Nathan Ford shook his head and followed his gaze and looked behind him.

"Chloe likes the scenery by the river. Morning jogging along the riverside road has always been her habit. There has never been an accident before. It's all my fault. I should arrange some bodyguards."

Seeing that the other party was in self-blame, Jack waited for a while and saw that his mood eased slightly, then continued to ask, "What about you? Have you been threatened recently, or have you had any enemies in business?"

Nathan Ford's eyes were a little dazed, as if he was trying to remember, "I am in the business of acquiring companies, which is the kind of company that is on the verge of bankruptcy and closing down some unimportant factories or departments. There will indeed be some business. enemies on.

They may curse me with cancer and unexpected bankruptcy, but I can't imagine doing such a thing, so why not just come at me? "

Feeling that he couldn't ask for much valuable information, Jack saw the FBI's iconic surveillance vehicle slowly stopping not far away and motioned to the billionaire to look there.

"Our people are here. They will be responsible for guarding your home and monitoring your phone and email. Once the kidnapper sends a message, we will track it as soon as possible."

After speaking, Jack handed over a business card and said, "If you think of any useful information, please contact me as soon as possible."

Nathan Ford took the business card and saw Jack about to turn around and leave. He hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

"By the way, I just had a phone call with your deputy director. He said he will send the best agents to investigate this case, and that the FBI will use all means to ensure that my daughter returns home safely."

After hearing these words, Jack turned around in shock and met his expectant and pleading eyes. He couldn't help but feel weak in his heart. It didn't matter if he was rich and powerful. He didn't know whether his daughter was alive or dead. All he could do was to try his best to make her happy. Return safely.

"Although I don't know which deputy director you are talking about, I assure you that he is absolutely right." After speaking, Jack walked towards his Dodge Hellcat.

Hannah will stay here and work with the surveillance team. Jack gets in the car and prepares to make a video call to Jubal to confirm the next direction of the investigation.

As soon as he picked up the phone, several emails were sent to his mailbox. When he opened it, he saw that they were all about the Fud father and his daughter.

Chloe Ford, a sweet-looking brown-haired beauty, is a 16-year-old high school student who attends the best private school in New York, Trinity School in Manhattan.

His father, Nathan Ford, is the founder of Clox Capital and a low-key billionaire who is prominently listed on the Forbes list.

Jack quickly browsed through these, and then connected the video call with Jubal, "This case looks very stressful."

Jubal showed a wry smile in the video, "This worried father contacted no less than two senators. The leader has not come out since he entered the office. He has been answering calls from all parties, and the case has not yet been revealed." To an hour.”

Jack shrugged, "Why don't you tell me what you found there? You should have received the video from Hannah, right?"

"Yes, the video is very clear. The suspect was driving a gray Ford Fusion (North American version of Mondeo). According to the license plate, the owner's name was Abigail Porter, 32 years old, living in New Roche you."

Jubal pointed the camera at the large screen in the operations center, which displayed a photo registered by the DMV of a middle-aged white woman.

"An hour and a half ago, she reported that she was held at gunpoint in a parking lot and her car was robbed."

"So the suspect robbed a car from a parking lot in New Rochelle at around six o'clock this morning, drove to Bedford, and kidnapped Chloe?" Jack briefly ran through the timeline.

Bedford is in the northern suburbs of New York City, and New Rochelle is further north in Bedford, which seems fine from a timeline perspective.

"That seems to be the case. Can you go over and take a look? Chat with Abigail Porter and ask for the details." Jubal asked.

Jack started the car, "No problem, there must be surveillance in the parking lot. I'll give you the video and ask for it. Also, didn't you dig deeper into the background of the victim? It sounds like an adolescent girl has a lot of secrets. look like."

Jubal showed a look of regret, "We checked her emails, text messages and social accounts, but there was nothing useful. She is a very cheerful girl. There was nothing special in the content except discussing school, boys and tennis."

Jack also reported the situation of his inquiry, "It seems that there is no special enemy on her father's side. Although the business of the M&A company is hated, it doesn't last for more than a day or two.       This does not make sense. Chloe is not the only rich second generation in New York, why did you choose her? Is it really just for money? It doesn't feel like a random crime to me."

"Do you also think that the other party has other motives? I have made a discovery here that is not a discovery. We found a lot of reports about the Ford family in the media." Jubal said, showing a screenshot of a report on the screen superior.

"Nathan Ford recently spent $200 million on a birthday party for his daughter, and the media went crazy."

"Well, it looks like it put a target on poor Chloe's head." Jack decided to retract his opinion that Nathan Ford was a low-key billionaire, maybe it was just his ignorance.

Half an hour later, after contacting the local police, Jack found the woman whose car had been robbed in the employee parking lot of a supermarket.

"I came for the morning shift, and there was no one around at the time. As soon as I parked my car, a man opened my car door, pointed a gun at me, and forced me to get out of the car."

Abigail Porter is an ordinary-looking black-haired white woman. When she talked about what happened before, her face was still a little shocked.

Jack handed her a cup of coffee he bought on the way, smiled, and motioned her to relax, "Have you noticed his appearance?"

"Well, not much to be honest. I was so frightened that I was focused on the gun in his hand."

Abigail Porter was infected by the friendly smile of the handsome FBI in front of her. She took a deep breath and her slightly awkward speech gradually slowed down.

"He is a middle-aged white man with brown hair, probably in his early 40s, maybe around 45."

"Are there any characteristics? For example, scars, tattoos, or accents?" Jack asked in a persuasive manner.

Abigail Porter shook her head, "Sorry, I didn't notice that. He sounded like an ordinary New Yorker."

At this point, she paused, with a strange look on her face, "Speaking of which, he doesn't feel like a vicious robber to me. He has a pretty good attitude."

"You have a good attitude?" Jack's heart moved and he asked, "What do you mean?"

"He kept saying things like I'm sorry, I had no other choice, I did this for my daughter, and so on."

Abigail Porter shrugged sheepishly, "I don't mean to express my sympathy for him, but this person doesn't feel like a bad person to me."
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Jack connected to the video with Jubal again. It could be clearly seen that the operations center was full of people at this time. It was obvious that there was a lot of pressure from above. Dana Moger summoned all the analysts.

"I've received the parking lot surveillance you sent. Although the clarity is average, those otakus said it's enough for facial recognition, but it just takes some time."

The pencil in Jubal's hand kept tapping on the table, "Why do you think the lady who was carjacked said that the guy looked like a good person."

"Maybe it's because he really seems like a good guy." Jack said nonsense, and when Jubal rolled his eyes, he added with a smile.

"At least we now know that this case is not as simple as it seems. The car owner said that her car has a GPS positioning. Can you determine where the car is now?"

"Uh, the results are coming soon, wait a moment." Jubal walked a few steps quickly and came behind an analyst.

"It appears that the car was parked outside a house in Scarsdale. The address is 321 Flag Street. The owner is Henry Corken, the president of a real estate company in Manhattan."

After listening to Jubal's words, Jack had 10,000 question marks popping up in his head. Is it true that America's business war is so simple and unpretentious? Could it be that Henry Cocken had some business conflict with Nathan Ford and sent someone to kidnap his daughter?

Jubal said it was impossible to confirm for the time being, "Well, it doesn't look like there is any connection between them, at least on the surface.

No matter what, you rush over first. I will immediately assign a SWAT team to Hannah. She will bring this team to join you. Pay attention to safety. I will continue to investigate and keep in touch at any time. "

　I sent it directly after coding, took medicine, went to bed, and continued when I got up at night. It seemed to be almost better.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)