Los Angeles Detective

Chapter 599: compromise

Chapter 599 Compromise

“Five, four, three…”

Michael looked at his phone and counted the seconds.

“Here it comes, Malek Ramsay is here.” Xina Fasay ran over panting, her chest trembling.

She was followed by a white man, wearing a pink suit, smeared with rich hair gel, with oily hair and pink face, looking a bit coquettish.

Hina Fasse pointed at the white man behind her and said, "Team leader Michael Jeter, he is the Malek Ramsey you are looking for.

I have found someone for you. "

Michael asked, "Are you Malek Ramsay?"

“Yes.” The man in the pink suit nodded and pursed his lips, “What do you want from me?”

Michael said, “According to our investigation, you are suspected of posting terrorist remarks online, and we want to take you back for investigation.”

Malek Ramsay shook his head, "I didn't. You must have made a mistake."

“Do you have an account called New York Lollipop?”

"Yes."

“In 2020, this account posted a comment on the New York University website, ‘I will kill everyone in this school and will pull the trigger without mercy. You better pray to God now not to meet me.'

Last month, this account posted another message. That fat woman almost killed me. I’ve had enough. I must bring a real gun tomorrow to kill her.

This account has also posted some horrific remarks. Do I need to list them one by one? "

Malek Ramsay quickly explained, “These... are just my angry words, I would not do this at all.

I am just saying this to vent my frustration. If I really wanted to do this, I would not post it online.

I'm not an idiot. "

Seeing a guest coming over, Hina Fasse quickly nodded with a smile and said softly to Michael Jeter, "Team Leader Jeter, can we change the place to talk? Or you can just take him away."

If you are always in the club lobby, it will have a very bad impact on the club.

Our members are all elegant women and will be intimidated by you..."

"Do you know what you are talking about? Are you still thinking about how to do business? Huh?" Luke snorted coldly, "We are here to investigate terrorism, and you don't realize the seriousness of the problem at all.

If necessary, we can directly block the club, do you understand? "

Hina Fase asked, "Sir, we are operating legally. I don't understand why you are targeting our club. Has our club offended you in any way?"

"An employee of your club is suspected of participating in a terrorist attack. Are you going to cover him? Or are you saying that your club is also involved?" Who doesn't know how to wear a high hat? Luke directly gave him one.

Hina Fasse glared at Malek Ramsey and spread her hands, "I don't know what information he has posted, but that is his personal behavior and has nothing to do with our club?"

Luke asked, “Is he an employee of your company?”

"Yes."

“Does he have an office here?”

“No.”

“Does he have a locker?”

"Yes."

“Are you sure there are no dangerous weapons in his locker? Are you sure those weapons would not endanger the club’s customers or employees?

These people are not only customers and employees of the club, but also New York citizens.

We want to ensure their safety. Is there any problem? "

Sheena Fasse asked, "What if you checked his locker and found no problem?"

Luke smiled and said, "What do you want to do?"

Hina Fasse pointed at Luke with her right hand, "You FBI have to give our club an explanation."

"I don't like people pointing their fingers at me." Luke pushed her finger away and continued, "Since he is an employee of the Venus Club, it means that he can go anywhere in the club, as long as his locker is not prohibited. It means that he is probably hiding somewhere else.

I will order a search of the entire club. Are you satisfied? "

Hina Fasse shook her head, "You can't do this."

Michael took out the search warrant, "No, we can."

Hina Fasse glared at Malek Ramsey, "You stupid pig, did you really post those dangerous remarks online?"

Malek Ramsey hesitated and seemed a little at a loss, "I...I just complained, I never thought about actually doing anything, I swear."

Hina Fasse pointed at his nose, “Idiot, you are fired.

From now on, you have nothing to do with the club. "

"Hey, you can't do this. You have no right to fire me, and you didn't find me. I want to see Mia Carioca." Malek Ramsay seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said with certainty, "Yes, help me contact Mia Carioca, she will definitely have a way."

Hina Fasay poked his chest with her finger and shouted in a low voice, "Yes, when she comes, you will die even more miserably."

“Hey, did I hear you right? You just said he would die. Do you want to kill him?” Michael separated the two.

Hina Fasse said, “I’m just making an analogy.”

　　Michael scolded, “Back off.

If you make any threatening words or actions again, I will take you away together, do you understand? "

　　Without waiting for Sheena Fasse to answer, Michael pushed Malek Ramsay, "comeon, take us to your dressing room."

Luke stayed in the lobby on the first floor of the club. The FBI had already alerted the guests upstairs. From time to time, people came out of the elevator and left quickly.

Hina Fasse's face was very ugly, and people stared at her from the first floor. She followed Michael and Malek Ramsey to the dressing room.

“Woo woo…”

A red Ferrari parked at the door of the club. A woman wearing a blue hip skirt quickly got out of the car and hurried into the club.

She looked at the FBI agents in the hall, her face turned a little blue, and asked, "Who is the person in charge here?" Everyone looked at Luke.

The woman glared at Luke and said, "Are you Michael Jeter?"

“No, my surname is Li, and I am a consultant in the FBI’s New York office.

Who are you? "

“Mia Carioca.” The woman said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone, “Aren’t you looking for me?

I am coming. "

Luke smiled and said, "We may not be talking about a case. We are here today to investigate a terrorist attack.

However, if you have time, we can also talk about another case. "

Mia Carioca said coldly, "Put away your little tricks. Do you believe that I will call you and complain to you now?"

Luke smiled and said nothing.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, and Xina Fasse hurried to the hall, "Mrs. Carioca, you are here."

“Why are you panicking? How is the situation?”

Sheena Fasay leaned closer to Mia and whispered, "The FBI found a handgun in Malek Ramsey's locker."

“Fuck, what an idiot.” Mia clenched her fists tightly, her eyes seemed to burst with fire, and then she took a deep breath, “Consultant Li, can we talk alone?”

"What are you talking about?" Luke asked calmly. Anyway, he was not the one who was anxious now.

“Both cases are fine.”

“Should we talk to you or your lawyer?”

“I won’t let a **** lawyer get involved in either case, I swear.”

“OK, let’s go to the FBI office to talk.”

Mia made her own request, "Let your people leave the club immediately, immediately. If they stay for one more minute, it will have a huge impact on the club."

“Are you ordering me?”

Mia took a deep breath and said softly, "It's a request."

Luke took out the walkie-talkie and said in front of Mia, "Michael, take Malek Ramsey back to the office for interrogation first. After the interrogation is over, if necessary, search the club."

"receive."

Luke hung up the intercom and made a sign of invitation, "Ms. Carioca, please get in the car."

Mia gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you, thank you very much."

Luke smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Mia gave Sheena Fasay a few words of advice before getting into the FBI car.

Malek Ramsey was also escorted into the car. Although this unlucky guy was implicated, he did make some threatening remarks, especially the threats against New York University. The impact was relatively bad. He was not investigated by the FBI at all. Unjustly accused.

…

FBI New York Office.

Criminal Investigation Department Break Room.

Luke brought Mia Carioca into the lounge, and Aamir Khan also walked in, holding a coffee pot in his left hand and a notebook under his right arm.

Luke poured himself a cup of coffee and asked, "Ms. Carioca, would you like a cup?"

“No, I’m not used to drinking cheap coffee.”

Luke took a sip of coffee and put down the cup. “If you had drunk prison coffee, you wouldn’t say that.”

Mia looked at the exquisite watch on her wrist, "I have to go back to the club to apologize to my customers. I don't want to waste time here. If you have any questions, it's best to ask them as soon as possible."

“Do you know Grace Bloomberg?”

“Yes, she is my friend.”

“When was the last time you contacted me?”

“She called me on the evening of October 3rd.”

“What did she say?”

“She had a fight with her husband and was very angry. She asked me to have a drink with her, but I was busy at the time and couldn’t go over to comfort her.

After that, she hung up the phone.

Later, when I called her again, she stopped answering.

I think she might be angry with me. "

“Have you seen her on October 3rd?”

“No.” Mia spread her hands and asked, “Why are you investigating her? Is she also suspected of a terrorist attack?

If so, that would be interesting. Her husband is the mayor of New York.

I can’t wait to watch the excitement. "

Luke stared at the other person and said, "She's dead."

"What!

died? Mia had a look of shock on her face and shouted, "How is this possible? I just saw her a few days ago."

Moreover, there is no news on the news..."

Luke found that the other party's shock was more of a disguise. She should have known that Grace Bloomberg was dead.