The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 586 Fishing, fishing again!

"That's a prosecutor." Frank's eyes were quite meaningful.

"Are you talking about Lyle Greene? Do you suspect that he has colluded with the Elmare Gang?" After hearing this, Erin, who had been confused by what the two said before, suddenly understood what they were talking about. Who is the traitor?

"I'm going to smash his teeth one by one, cut off all his fingernails, and make him tell the whereabouts of Linda." Danny stood up suddenly, but was made to sit down by Frank's low roar and scolding. Went back.

"If you can't think calmly, go to the bathroom and sink your head into the toilet to wake up, just like you usually do for others!"

After scolding Danny, Frank continued, "He is a prosecutor. We can't move him without conclusive evidence. We still have 36 hours until the trial starts in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. We can't move against him until the last moment."

"Maybe I can help. Raimundo Salazar had his cell phone with him when he was arrested. TARU (New York Police Department Technical Support Unit) can help extract all calls to him from prepaid cell phones in the call records. phone number.

I have some ideas that might lead to a connection between Lyle Greene and him, if that guy is really dirty. "

Erin patted the back of her brother Danny's hand, comforted him, and said to her father.

"The NYPD has arrested several Elmar gang members before, and they are serving their sentences. I can go do some small business and see if I can find out some addresses."

Danny finally calmed down a bit and put forward his own idea. The small deal he was talking about was naturally a common practice used by the police. He promised to improve the food for the prisoners, separate cells, or simply change to a prison with a better environment in exchange for the money provided by the other party. Some information.

"There is also Raimundo Salazar's girlfriend Sylvia. Maybe she will know some secret locations, but before that, we'd better go to Staten Island first. There must be surveillance at your door. Something like that?"

Jack's words suddenly dawned on Danny, and he stood up again to prepare to go out.

Frank didn't stop him this time, but just said, "You two should pay attention to safety, we don't need any more accidents."

The Dodge Hellcat drove over the Verrazano Narrows Bridge, which connects Manhattan and Staten Island. This bridge may not be as famous as the Golden Gate Bridge, which frequently collapses in movies and TV shows, but it is the largest suspension bridge in the United States.

It was already late at night, but the traffic on the bridge was still busy. After crossing the bridge, we reached Staten Island. This garbage island that was once disliked by New Yorkers has now become a paradise.

Compared to Manhattan, where land is at a premium, housing prices here are much cheaper, and the population density is relatively low. Of course, this is only in relative terms. It is still a world of difference compared to Los Angeles.

Danny's house is located in a white-collar community in the middle of Staten Island. It is an ordinary two-story building with a small attic. There is not even a front yard in front of the door, but it is also a relatively rare single-family house in New York.

As soon as Danny entered the door, he couldn't wait to call the surveillance camera at the door. Jack glanced around the living room at random. A family with two children would definitely not have too few things, but they were kept very clean and tidy. The furnishings in the house made people feel warm and warm. Comfortable.

"Found it, they did pretend to be police officers and tricked Linda out of the door." An anxious Danny quickly walked back to the living room and placed a laptop on the table.

"Let me come and see, you eat something first." Jack pushed the burger on the table in his direction, which he bought on the way here.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon when Linda was abducted, that is, more than four hours after Raimundo Salazar was arrested, a dark brown old Ford Mondeo parked in front of Danny's house. forward.

The person who knocked on the door was a tall and thin white man wearing a fake police badge on his waist. Then he saw Linda carrying a small suitcase and going out. But when she walked to the car, she realized that something was wrong because there was a stop in front of the car. A guy with a gangster tattoo on his neck.

"It was Raimundo Salazar's deputy, George Lupino, who did it himself." Jack recognized this guy at a glance. He had seen this guy's file on Danny's computer not long ago.

Beside him, Danny was eating a burger without a bite, his teeth chattering as if he was eating the flesh of his enemy.

As the wife of a police detective, Linda, who seemed petite, was quite tough. She immediately kicked the tall, thin white man posing as a police officer between the legs. She turned around and wanted to run away, but was unexpectedly jumped from behind. George Lupino, who arrived, covered his mouth and stabbed his neck with a sedative.

Even so, she did not give up her struggle, but after all, the power of two grown men was not something that a weak woman could resist. In just a few dozen seconds, Linda was stuffed into the back seat of the car, without even being able to cry out for help. . "It seems that the other party has no intention of harming Linda." Jack sent a screenshot of the door surveillance screen back to the operations center to try facial recognition and vehicle tracking, trying to comfort Danny.

Danny, who remained silent, threw the half-bitten burger into the paper bag, picked up the phone, and dialed Linda's phone again.

As expected, the call was transferred to voicemail. He did not hang up the phone, but spoke after the message prompt sounded, "I am Detective Danny Regan, and I need you to provide information that my wife is still alive." Evidence, you better hurry up and call me back, I want to hear Linda's voice.

Let me talk to her, otherwise I swear, your boss is dead. After this, I will come to you and I will take out your heart. Do you understand? "

After saying the harsh words, Danny slumped down on the sofa, as if his energy had been drained all of a sudden, and his whole body was visibly defeated.

Jack knew that anything he said at this time was in vain, so he patted him on the shoulder helplessly, "Let's rest for a while. We can wait until daybreak to talk about everything."

Early the next morning, Jack took Danny, who had barely slept and whose eyes were red, back to Manhattan Island. After the police station put him down, he looked after him uneasily.

"Don't beat people up in jail. I know you're anxious, but now is not the time to make a big fuss."

Danny nodded, thanked him, and watched this guy enter the police station in a hurry. Jack shook his head, restarted the car, and returned to his office in the federal building.

The operations center didn't gain much. The surveillance footage in front of Danny's house failed to capture the license plate of the old dark brown Ford Mondeo. The car was too ordinary. Analysts were still calling road surveillance near the community, trying to There is little hope of finding the car at the moment.

Facial recognition also yielded no results. George Lupino already knew his identity. Another tall, thin white man posing as a police officer was confirmed to be a thug from the Almar Gang, but his current whereabouts could not be found. .

Jack went to Dana Moge's office. The female boss was also worried about leaking the news, so she was unable to deploy a large-scale search operation for the time being. The operations center could only provide some technical assistance.

However, she also agreed with Jack and Frank's judgment that the drug gang special prosecutor Lyle Greene was indeed very problematic. She would arrange some investigations against this person, but this was not a plan that would be effective in a short time.

Seeing Jack finish explaining the situation, he sat opposite her and fell into deep thought. Dana Moger held her chin with interest and stared at him for a long time without making a sound.

When Jack woke up from his reverie, he realized that he had been sitting in the big leader's office for nearly an hour without knowing it. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Have you got an idea? You might as well tell me." The female boss smiled and pushed a cup of coffee.

"I wonder if there is another witness besides Danny who is willing to testify against Raimundo Salazar, and a very important one, his loyal subordinate George Lupino will show up again ?"

Jack tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat and said while thinking. As his thoughts gradually became clearer, his eyes gradually brightened.

"You mean Raimundo Salazar's girlfriend who you protected?" Dana Moge pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on her face to cover the smile lines at the corners of her eyes.

"I think the moment Raimundo Salazar was arrested outside the beauty shop, he should have understood that the person who betrayed his whereabouts was Sylvia. It was inevitable to get rid of her, but because of what happened next It was me who arranged it. Neither the Almael Gang nor their insiders know her whereabouts.

But what would a prosecutor do if I told him that Sylvia was willing to testify against Raimundo Salazar and could provide some important evidence? "

Jack has sorted out the entire context and planned his best fishing strategy. As the saying goes, a war never tires of deceit. Since he can't find the other party, why not let the other party come to him on his own?

"I ask you to take him to see Sylvia. After knowing the address of the safe house, send their most effective thug, George Lupino. Then you pry open Lupino's mouth and find Dan through him. Ni’s wife.”

Dana Moge nodded approvingly and approved of Jack's idea.

(End of this chapter)