Chapter 1263 - 557: Rescue
When Luke woke up, he received Jackson's message. Instead of a call from the kidnappers, they had a call from Ivella Gandhi.
The police traced Ivella Gandhi's location and directly arrested her.
Kerman Pharmaceutical Company has reported to the police, claiming that Kem Smith stole the company's confidential files.
The director of the Economic Crime Division came to the first squadron to take Kem Smith and Ivella Gandhi for investigation.
Of course, Kem Smith and Ivella Gandhi were captured by the first squadron, and the research data was also retrieved by them, which naturally accounted for their credit.
However, due to the nature of the crime, it was more suitable for the Economic Crime Division to investigate.
Just past nine in the morning, as Luke finished his coffee, another guest arrived—Ronnie Prada.
He is the boss of a loan shark company and also the boss of the suspect Walda Becker. The black Chevrolet driven by Walda Becker was his.
Ronnie Prada was unreasonably implicated by his subordinate, making him more eager than the police to catch Walda Becker early and vent his anger.
Luke took Ronnie Prada to the lounge and asked, "What brings you here?"
Ronnie Prada forced a fawning smile, "Captain Li, didn't you ask me to assist in investigating Walda Becker's whereabouts earlier? I've used all my connections, searching for Walda Becker over these past few days.
This morning, I finally received news about Walda Becker."
As expected, a mouse has its ways. To Luke, this was an unexpected surprise. "Where is Walda Becker?"
"In the Dorit Community."
Luke noted the name of the community and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yesterday afternoon, a friend of a friend saw him near the Dorit Community. By the time I got there, that bastard was gone.
I spent some money to hire local gangs to help look.
This morning, I received a photo of a black Chevrolet. Although the license plate isn't mine, I'm sure it should be my car.
That car drove into the garage of number 406 in the Dorit Community. I suspect Walda Becker is hiding there, so I came to the police station immediately."
"Since you discovered Walda Becker's trail yesterday, why didn't you inform me then?"
"Because it was a friend of a friend who saw him, and I couldn't be sure it was Walda Becker until I saw my own car." Ronnie Prada said, pulling out his phone and opening a photo of the Chevrolet, pointing to the right rear side of the car, "This scratch is from me, just covered with black paint. It's definitely my car."
Luke took the phone, zoomed in on the photo, and handed it to Jackson, "Check the license plate number."
Jackson left the lounge and soon returned, "Captain, this should be a black Ford SUV license plate number. The black Chevrolet is probably using fake plates."
Ronnie Prada spoke with even more certainty, "That must be my car."
"Thank you, the clue you provided is very important."
"Knock knock…" Just then, there was a knock on the door. Xiao Hei stood at the door, "Captain, come out for a moment."
Luke got up and left the lounge, "What's up?"
Xiao Hei pointed to the TV overhead.
Luke's gaze followed to the screen, where a news report was being broadcast, "The person who wrote this complaint letter is named Rochelle Horn, a drug tester for Kerman Pharmaceutical Company. According to our investigation, on the very day he mailed this letter, he was already murdered.
The police have yet to reach a conclusive result about his death, which inevitably leads us to suspect that the contents of the letter might be true.
If that's the case, this would be a terrifying company…"
After the news broadcast, Xiao Hei added, "Captain, someone sent a complaint letter to CBS claiming that Kerman Pharmaceutical Company is conducting illegal human experiments."
Luke nodded. He had already learned this information from Nami Inoue, so he wasn't surprised. He said, "Deputy, you take some people to CBS to investigate the authenticity and origin of that letter."
The deputy asked, "What about you?"
…
Dorit Community.
To avoid alerting the suspect, the police entered the community in batches.
Xiao Hei parked the car near house number 406 and looked at the gray bungalow, asking, "Captain, do you think Ronnie Prada's information is accurate?"
"I didn't see any signs of him lying." Luke glanced back, "He's just sitting in the car in the back. I don't think he'd dare to lie.
However, that doesn't mean his information is entirely accurate. We still need to make our own judgment."
Luke observed house number 406 through the car window but saw no signs of anyone, nor did he see the black Chevrolet.
Luke took out his walkie-talkie, "Everyone, stay in the car on standby."
Luke and Xiao Hei got out of the car and scanned their surroundings.
He noticed a white man in his forties sitting in a chair drinking coffee in the house diagonally opposite.
Luke approached and greeted him, "Sir, good morning. Can I talk to you?"
"If it's about football, you're welcome.
If you're selling something… leave my yard immediately; you're not welcome here."
"I'm not a salesman." Luke got closer and showed his badge, "Sir, may I have your name?"