Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 59: New Jersey (Please Follow! Please Collect!)

"Good."

Seeing the expression on Luo An's face, Augustus nodded with satisfaction. Knowing that Luo An always had a sense of measure, he did not continue with idle talk but changed the subject and asked:

"What are your thoughts on the 'Lake Serial Killings' now? I remember Rider gathered quite a bit of information in those days."

Upon hearing this, Luo An's eyelids twitched, and he felt a headache coming on.

After a moment of silence, he said:

"According to the information, the killer took the rings from each victim's hand. I suspect their husbands might know something, so I'm planning to go and talk with several of the victims' husbands."

"OK."

Seeing that Luo An had a plan, Augustus took a sip of his coffee and nodded:

"Call immediately if there's any issue; Team 5 is ready to assist at any time."

"Understood, sir."

Leaving the team leader's office, Luo An first took out his Nokia from his pocket to call Mona, ensuring there were no issues with communication, then he headed to the equipment room with Rider.

In the equipment room, Luo An put on combat gear and a tactical vest, holding a tactical helmet in his hand, and stuffed five smoke grenades and ten stun grenades into his pockets, with two Glock 18 submachine guns slung across his waist.

After grabbing three extended magazines for the pistols, Luo An's eyes flicked. The place he was heading to was on the border of New York and New Jersey, which was quite a distance from headquarters, and backup could not arrive immediately.

So, he grabbed seven more extended magazines, rounding up the number.

"Luo An, if you were in a SWAT team, you would definitely survive till the end!"

Seeing this, Rider's eyes shone. He decisively threw away his standard Glock 18, took off his small bulletproof vest, and changed into the same gear as Luo An.

The difference was, because Rider had a wider waist and was stronger, he took twenty extended magazines.

After changing, Luo An and Rider exchanged looks, saw each other fully armed, laughed heartily, and strode out.

People from Team 5: "..."

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New Jersey, next to New York State, is the fourth smallest and the most densely populated state in America, nicknamed 'Garden State.'

Luo An and his team's destination was in the Northville region at the top of New Jersey.

This case should have been handled by New Jersey police, but because the bodies were found in a lake on the border of New York State and New Jersey, New Jersey police did not want to deal with countless problems arising from cross-jurisdiction law enforcement, and thus promptly reported the case to the FBI in New York.

"The first victim, Linda Chipo, twenty-eight years old, disappeared eight months ago.

The second victim, Beatrix Leon, thirty-four years old, disappeared two months ago.

The third victim, Natalie Carrel, twenty-five years old, disappeared one month ago.

The fourth victim, Tamara Terry, thirty years old, disappeared two weeks ago."

After hearing Rider's briefing, Luo An, sitting in the passenger seat, looked down at the autopsy reports of the four victims and nodded before saying:

"Let's first go to the house of the fourth victim, Tamara Terry. She was killed after disappearing two weeks ago, and her husband should remember a lot, like who had his eyes on his wife."

"No problem."

Rider nodded, turned the steering wheel, and drove the SUV in another direction.

Rider's investigation these days was not useless, at the very least, he now remembered every victim's home address very clearly.

As the SUV crossed the bridge into New Jersey, Luo An didn't notice anything unusual, even appreciating the nice scenery of New Jersey with its abundant parks.

But as the car moved closer towards the Northville area, Luo An felt increasingly uneasy.

Why were there more and more scantily clad women on the streetsides? And what did their hand gestures mean to the passing drivers?

"Most of those women make a living with their lower bodies, some full-time, some part-time."

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Seeing the confusion on Luo An's face, Agent Rider just shrugged nonchalantly and said:

"You know, in the federal agency, everyone hustles to make a living."

"Eh."

Luo An didn't know what to say for a moment, then tilted his head and hesitantly asked:

"Don't the police in New Jersey care about them?"

"Of course they do! But only when necessary."

Agent Rider nodded, then shook his head:

"There are only so many police resources, and sometimes one officer will have three cases to handle simultaneously. How can they have time to deal with these women?

And even if they arrest them, the punishment is just a temporary lock-up; they can get out early on bail. It's not worth the police's time."

"I see."

Luo An pursed his lips and nodded. The police in America are different from those in the East; here, being a police officer is just a job that pays the wages.

Moreover, lower-level American police officers are also ordered by their superiors to consider law enforcement costs. For roadside women like those, the cost of enforcement far exceeds the benefits.

Unless commanders at the top decide to carry out a sweep, or there is a serious crime involved, the police generally don't bother.

The dark SUV continued moving forward, soon reaching the most northern area of New Jersey, Northville, where the fourth victim, Tamara Terry's home, a red rectangular bungalow, was located.

The two got out of the car and approached the house. Agent Rider forcefully knocked on the door, shouting:

"Sanderson! Open up! It's FBI Agent Rider! We've met before!"

Sanderson, Tamara Terry's husband.

There was no response from inside the house.

Agent Rider knocked forcefully again, still no sound emerged.

Luo An raised his eyebrows and suggested tilting his head:

"Should Mona call him?"

Just as Agent Rider frowned about to speak, suddenly there was a loud noise of something heavy falling and shattering inside the house.

Boom—

"Damn it, there's someone inside!"

Hearing this noise, Agent Rider didn't hesitate anymore; he drew his Glock and kicked the door open as he rushed in:

"FBI! Don't move!"

Luo An cussed under his breath but quickly followed Agent Rider's actions, searching each room to ensure it was safe.

No one was found in places like the kitchen or living room. Luo An, raising his Glock, tactically stormed into the master bedroom, also finding no one. However, the corner of a nightgown was tucked in the door of the wardrobe.

"Person in the closet, raise your hands, come out on your own!"

Luo An, standing to the side of the closet, yelled:

"I'll count to three; if you don't come out, I will shoot! Three!"

"Whimper, whimper..."

Instead of emerging, the sobbing sound from the closet increased when the warning was heard. Luo An was taken aback by the sound.

Because it was the crying of a child.

Ten minutes later.

On the couch in the living room, Agent Rider held a toy, softly comforting a sobbing blonde little loli.

Beside him, Luo An making a phone call sighed as he observed this scene.