Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 101: Bringing Fletcher Walker Back to Headquarters

"The meaning is very simple."

Mona's hands danced on the keyboard as she read from the computer:

"Fletcher Walker has no DUI record, no fighting record, and no criminal record.

During his school years, he was one of the popular boys and served as the quarterback.

He attended a very ordinary community college and married his wife right after graduation, also working at the New York Pier.

Oh yes, his wife was his girlfriend during his high school years as quarterback.

She was also Fletcher's first and only girlfriend ever.

The couple was very close, and neighbors had never heard them arguing. Plus, they volunteered at a nearby church every weekend."

After listening to Mona's narrative, Luo An scratched his head, while Fred looked surprised.

"No wonder you said this guy is like a Boy Scout."

Reesi carefully examined the data on the computer, nodding appreciatively:

"Such men are indeed rare!"

The general atmosphere in most community colleges in America...

"So, why did Fletcher go to a strip club?"

Luo An stroked his chin, pondering for a moment before asking:

"If Fletcher's outward appearance is not a facade, could it be that there's some trouble at home?"

"I can't tell right now whether Fletcher's outward appearance is just an act or not."

Mona tilted her head and gave Luo An a look, her expression serious as she pointed at the data on the computer:

"According to the records, four months ago, Fletcher's wife died on the spot in a car accident while returning home from work.

According to friends and family of Fletcher's wife, at the funeral, Fletcher was unnervingly calm and composed whilst hosting the attendees.

Because of this, Fletcher was slapped by his sister-in-law, and his friends and relatives said they had misjudged him."

Hearing this, Fred frowned tightly, Reesi cursed under her breath, and Luo An appeared contemplative.

Is there a possibility...

"So, are we going to arrest this hypocrite next?"

Reesi looked up, directing her gaze towards Luo An.

Mona continued tapping on the keyboard:

"After the funeral, Fletcher was fired from the New York Pier, but he still had monthly mortgage and car payments to make.

According to surveillance footage outside Fletcher's community, before the four bank robberies, Fletcher was seen leaving his house with a bag.

After all four robberies occurred, Fletcher returned home with that bag."

Hearing this, Reesi and Fred could not sit still anymore, both turning their gazes towards Luo An.

"OK, let's go and have a talk with Mr. Fletcher now."

Seeing his teammates' gaze, Luo An paused, stood up straight, and along with Fred, who was eager to join the mission, they headed to the equipment room.

This time, Reesi stayed behind with the fifth investigative team.

The black SUV sped through the traffic on the streets, Fred gawking as the scenery outside flew by.

Yet, after a few seconds of smiling, noticing the car seemed to be speeding up, Fred grimaced, and after remaining silent for a while, he turned his head and said softly:

"Luo An, it seems we don't need to rush.

Mona just told me, the community's surveillance footage shows Fletcher hasn't left his house in a week, there's a high chance he's just staying inside."

"I knew about that too," Luo An replied, smiling and shaking his head while he pressed the accelerator, overtaking a small Buick:

"Do I look like I'm in a hurry?"

Fred: "..."

As Fred silently tightened his seatbelt, the black SUV quickly left Manhattan, heading towards Queens where Fletcher lived.

Fletcher's residence was one of those two-storey single-family homes with a small lawn at the front and back.

After parking the SUV slowly at the curb and getting out of the vehicle, Luo An saw the house had two doors, front and back. He exchanged glances with Fred, who decisively turned to walk towards the back door of the house.

Confirming Fred was holding a Glock 18 and positioned at the rear door of the villa, Luo An did not hesitate, put on his SUV's helmet, picked up his Glock 18, and walked purposefully towards the front door of the house.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Luo An stood beside the door, pounding forcefully on the front door, and simultaneously shouted loudly:

"Is anyone home?"

The house was eerily silent, as if completely empty.

"Luo An!"

Just as Luo An was about to knock on the door a few more times, Fred suddenly came over.

"Um?"

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Seeing the questioning look on Luo An's face, Fred shrugged his shoulders and whispered, pointing to the second floor of the house:

"There's a step ladder at the back of the house, I just climbed up to take a look, there's a man who appears to be unconscious in the bedroom on the second floor."

"OK."

Upon hearing Fred's words, Luo An hesitated no longer and kicked towards the door.

"FBI!"

The door was shattered by a kick, Luo An, holding a Glock 18 in a combat position, shouted while quickly checking every room in the house.

Fred had just returned to the back door, and as Luo An moved, he began rapidly checking each room as well.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

After ensuring there were no dangers in any room, Luo An and Fred headed to the bedroom on the second floor together.

After exchanging a glance, the two counted to three and then simultaneously burst in, holding their Glock 18s.

In the bedroom, a muscular bald white man lay completely naked on the large bed.

Even as Luo An and Fred kicked the door open and barged in, the bald white man made no movement.

If it weren't for seeing his stomach rise and fall, Luo An might have thought he was dead.

Luo An carefully looked at the bald white man's face and assured that he was indeed Fletcher that they were looking for.

There was a small bag of white powder in front of the bedside table.

"Luo An."

Seeing this, Fred twitched the corners of his mouth, didn't touch it with his hand, but just called Luo An to show it to him.

"Understood."

Seeing the bag of white powder, Luo An nodded calmly and then reached out his hand, forcefully slapping Fletcher's face.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The clear and loud slapping sound echoed through the bedroom, causing Fred to twitch the corners of his mouth.

It looked like Yvonne had slapped him like this yesterday.

The violent wake-up service was effective, and Fletcher quickly regained consciousness.

Seeing Luo An's unfamiliar, handsome face, Fletcher rubbed his eyes and asked unclearly:

"Who are you... and why... are you in my house?"

"We are the FBI."

Luo An chuckled, waving his Glock 18 in front of Fletcher:

"Of course we are here for a reason."

"FBI?!"

Hearing Luo An's words, Fletcher trembled, his eyes widened instantly, and he decisively got off the bed and ran towards the bedroom door.

Then...

His legs went weak, and he fell directly to the floor.

Seeing Fletcher struggling on the floor of the bedroom, both Luo An and Fred shook their heads, speechless.

After the effects of the white powder wore off, people would feel extremely exhausted.

But to the extent that Fletcher could hardly walk...

"You had a bit too much of the powder this time."

Having Fred take Fletcher to the SUV, Luo An began a simple search in the house.

The living room, kitchen, and basement—he searched everywhere, even carefully examining the floor, but he didn't find the stacks of cash he envisioned.

After pondering for a few seconds, Luo An returned to the bedroom and began reexamining it.

He didn't find anything useful under the wardrobe or the bed, but under the TV cabinet, Luo An was successful in finding several notebooks.

Casually opening a notebook, Luo An, who was initially unconcerned, instantly narrowed his pupils upon seeing the contents.

"Luo An!"

Hearing Fred call him, Luo An did not hesitate, immediately picked up the notebooks, and returned to the SUV.

Fred sat in the back seat, tightly holding onto the once again confused Fletcher, and seeing Luo An bring several notebooks, his face showed confusion:

"What are these?"

"You'll know in a moment."

Luo An's face serious, he pressed on the gas pedal to the floor, and the dark SUV sped out like lightning.