FBI detective

Chapter 793 Youth Hostel
"Luo An, I checked Imre's consumption records during his lifetime."

As Luan and Lacey drove to a certain road in the southern part of the District, Mona called and said:

"Bank card records show that for nearly five years, Imre would withdraw a sum of $500 to $1500 in cash every Monday through Friday and then drive to various streets in South DC."

Luo An's mouth opened slightly, and Lacey frowned slightly, noticing something:

"Different streets?"

"Yes."

Mona on the other end of the phone replied:

"There are sixteen streets in total, including xxx..."

Mona briefly mentioned the names of the sixteen streets, and then added:
"The situation in that area is a bit special. I can only find out that Imre drove into those streets. It is different every day from Monday to Friday, and he enters one randomly.

As for where he finally parked the car and where he went, I can't find out at all. "

Lacey closed her eyes speechlessly and rubbed her temples. Luo An chuckled:
"It's okay, Mona, we know where Imre went."

Mona was quite surprised when she heard this:

"Have you found any clues in Imre's company?"

"Yes."

Luo An smiled and replied casually:

"It's clear we've found an experienced drifter."

"..."

After listening to the clues found by Luo An, Mona hung up the phone speechlessly. Seeing that she was about to arrive at the club, Lacey checked the pistol and put it in her back waist, and asked:

"Luo An, it's probably not easy to enter a private club in a place like this without an introducer.

I've never been here, do you have any ideas? "

Luo An glanced at Lacey in surprise:
"You haven't been here?"

Seeing Luo An's eyes, Lacey twitched the corner of her mouth and said:

"...The places I go to are generally more formal, okay?"

In order to stay away from Aimee and ensure personal safety, Lacey likes to strike up conversations by herself and rely on her eloquence and skills to persuade beautiful girls.

Lacey has always despised the kind of childhood love that can be bought with money. She is a good FBI who abides by the law.

Arriving at the street diagonally across from the private club, Luo An slowly parked the car to the side of the road.

Lacey looked at the club. As she expected, the door of the club was closed. There were two strong white men in suits and ties standing at the door. Anyone who was not a regular customer could not get in.

Lacey turned to look at Luo An and spread her hands, indicating that she was helpless.

Luo An chuckled, patted Lacey's shoulder to tell her not to worry, then calmly took out his cell phone and called Edward at the club.

Without mentioning the specifics of the case, Luo An simply stated his needs, and a few minutes later, he exchanged the price of one gold coin for admission to this club and fifteen other entertainment venues in the streets.

Seeing Luo An swaggering into the club with him, the expression on Lacey's face was quite strange. Luo An asked casually:

"what happened?"

"nothing."

While looking at the ragged underwear in the club, Lacey replied:

"I won't tell Mona, really."

Luo An: "..."

After briefly asking the person in charge of the club and learning that Imre had not been to the club in recent days, Luo An led Lacey and left, driving to the remaining dozen entertainment venues.

Not long after, Luo An and Lacey met a young dancer who had just stepped off the pole in another private club.

The young dancer not only knew Imre, but also knew Ashiya, saying that Ashiya was their new waiter not long ago, and she also knew where Ashiya lived.

"This is it." He bought a clue with two Franklins. Half an hour later, Luo An slowly parked the car at the entrance of a small community in southwest Washington, D.C. Lacey looked around and pointed at the nearby The sign said:

"The dancer said it was a youth hostel called Millennium Hotel."

"Good."

Luo An got out of the car and took Lacey into the youth hostel. A white woman who looked to be in her forties was sitting at the counter watching TV.

"Hello, FBI."

Luo An knocked on the table, showed the FBI's golden badge to the other party, then took out Ashiya's photo and asked:

"Ma'am, have you known her for a few days?"

"know."

Seeing Luo An's golden badge, the hotel owner quickly stood up and asked:
"Her name is Natasha, do you have anything to do with her?"

Hearing another fake name, Luo An and Lacey looked at each other and said directly without further discussion on this topic:

"Take me to her room."

"OK."

The hotel owner nodded, found the key and walked out from behind the counter. While leading Luo An and Lacey upstairs, he said:
"Natasha is one of my long-term residents. She has been here for about... six months. She is a very honest girl."

Hearing the hotel owner's "honest" comment and thinking of Imre's throat being cut, Lacey's mouth twitched and she said nothing. Luo An looked around and asked:
"Is it common for long-term travelers like Natasha to stay?"

"It's not common, but it happens."

The hotel owner said casually:

"This is Washington, D.C., after all, and the price of renting a house is not low. Living in a youth hostel will always save you money than renting a house."

With that said, the hotel owner walked to the door of a room, took out the key and opened the door.

Entering the room, a window, four bunk iron beds, and eight vertical iron cabinets appeared in front of Luo An and Lacey.

"This room can accommodate eight people, but now there are only three. There is no way. Business has not been very good recently."

The hotel owner pointed to the bed with No. 3 on it and said:

"That's Natasha's bed."

The bed was clean and the bedding was neatly folded, in stark contrast to the messy beds of the other two guests.

Lacey rummaged around and found that there was nothing on the bed. Luo An looked at the iron cabinet aside and asked:
"Which one is Natasha's locker?"

"That's the one on the far left."

The hotel owner stepped forward, quickly found the key, inserted it in, and turned it to open it. She stood aside to make way for Luo An.

Luo An walked to the cabinet and looked carefully. He found some simple clothes on the top. He bent down and looked at the shelf below. After a few rummagings, he found a metal box the size of an A4 paper.

The metal box had a built-in lock that required a key to open. Luo An continued to search for a moment but could not find the key. He raised his hand and shook the metal box. He felt that there was something inside, but not much.

Handing the metal box to Lacey and asking her to contact the Trace Inspection Department, Luo An then looked at the hotel owner and asked:
"How's your relationship with Natasha? Do you know where she works?"

"Our relationship is okay. She sometimes helps me clean up the hotel, and I occasionally send her some dinner that I cooked."

The hotel owner frowned and said:
"As for Natasha's job, she said she worked as a waitress in a supermarket, but I have never seen her in a nearby supermarket."

Jingle Bell--

Just as Luo An was about to continue asking, his phone suddenly rang. He found it and pressed the answer button. Cheniel's voice came out:
"Luo An, Winslow and I found out why Lesasi was able to use fake documents to enter the lobbying company."

"What exactly happened?"

"Lesas slept with an executive at the lobbying firm."

"..."

Luo An's eyelids twitched, and before he could speak, Chenier added:
"In addition, Winslow and I also found a metal box in Lesasi's residence."

(End of this chapter)