Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Twenty minutes later, the two of them left the Central Park building.

Aamir Khan seemed preoccupied and asked after getting in the car, "What did you say to him in the end?"

"I asked him for a name, someone he thought was connected to the case—Mia Calioka."

Aamir Khan noted the name, feeling somewhat familiar but couldn't recall, "Do you think he's telling the truth?"

Luke retorted, "What's your opinion?"

Aamir Khan thought for a moment, "I don't quite trust him.

Because during the interview just now, his demeanor made me feel a bit suspicious, very likely he wasn't telling the truth."

"I know he might be lying, that's why I asked him for a name."

Aamir Khan glanced out the window, "Have you thought that this name might also be fake, and he's misleading us in the investigation."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Aamir Khan lowered his voice, "Since we've both noticed he's lying, is there a possibility he is the murderer of Grace Bloomberg?"

"You're right, it's indeed possible.

But there's another possibility, he's lying to hide other things, you know these politicians and billionaires all have some shady dealings.

He's more likely to kill because of such reasons, if we keep holding onto this, we might investigate the wrong direction, and when the case isn't solved, we might offend the mayor of New York.

So, as long as there are other clues, we'll investigate those first, his suspicion of killing his wife isn't off the table, but only with enough clues and evidence.

What do you think?"

"You're right, that's indeed how it should be handled." Aamir Khan thought carefully, tilted his head and said, "You're slyer than I imagined."

Luke laughed, "That's why I'm doing better than you.

Drive, buddy."

Luke took out his phone and dialed Michael Jett's number, asking him to investigate Mia Calioka's identity.

Half an hour later, the two of them returned to the FBI New York office.

Louise smiled, "Aamir, how was the talk with the mayor?"

Aamir Khan shrugged, "His house was very beautiful, extremely beautiful, other than that, I don't want to say anything."

Michael Jett came over, "Guys, I have found Mia Calioka's information.

Mia Calioka indeed knew the deceased, they had call records on the night of the murder."

Michael Jett placed a document on the projector.

Name: Mia Calioka

Age: 35

Social Security Number: 050-53-1376

Occupation: CEO of Navis Club

Phone Number: 315 231 1547

Louise said, "I know her, a strong woman in New York's business world, often features in various fashion and entertainment magazines.

Didn't expect her to be friends with the Mayor's wife."

"There's nothing strange about it, these rich people often attend parties, their social circles are extensive.

Who in New York wouldn't want to know the powerful Mayor's wife?" Michael looked at his phone and addressed everyone, "I plan to contact her directly, any better suggestions?"

"Go ahead." Luke yawned, aside from the New York mayor, regular minor tycoons are not effective against the FBI.

Michael dialed Mia Calioka's number, pressing the speakerphone.

Soon after, the call was answered, a woman's voice came through, "I'm Mia Calioka."

"Hello, Ms. Mia Calioka, I'm Michael Jett, head of the FBI's Criminal Investigation Division."

There's a brief silence on the other end, "What do you need me for?"

"Do you know Grace Bloomberg?"

"Yes, the Mayor's wife, who wouldn't know her?"

"I heard you two have a good relationship."

"Is there a problem with that?"

"I would like to ask you some questions about Grace Bloomberg."

"Why?

Are you investigating the Mayor's wife?"

Michael Jett thought for a moment, "The situation is somewhat complex, it'd be best to talk face-to-face."

"Sorry, I'm not in New York.

If you want to talk, you can contact my lawyer."

"Ms. Mia Calioka, we..."

"Beep beep..." The phone emitted disconnection sounds.

"Fuck!

Rude individual." Michael Jett was somewhat frustrated.

Luke asked, "Is this woman's background deep?"

Michael Jett curled his lip, "Being a CEO of a club, she certainly has some background; otherwise, she wouldn't dare to hang up on me.

But compared to Nasi Bloomberg, she's just a pawn."

Luke teased, "Looks like the title of FBI's Criminal Investigation Division head doesn't carry much weight."

Michael Jette snorted, "I'll find her myself, not some damn lawyer."

Louise suggested, "Why not just track her phone directly?"

Aamir Khan said, "I don't think that's a good idea. The fact that she dared to hang up shows she's not afraid of the FBI.

If we track her phone without enough reason and evidence, it'll be troublesome later on.

I also hate lawyers, but I must say, they can be quite useful at times."

Louise retorted, "Then what's your good idea?"

Aamir Khan shrugged, "This isn't my area of expertise."

Luke continued, "Since we can't find her, let's make her come to us."

Michael Jette asked, "What's your good plan?"

Luke looked at the information on the projector, "Do you guys know about the Venus Club where she works?"

Louise answered, "I've heard of it. It's a high-end private women's club, lots of wealthy ladies, female celebrities, and some fashion industry people are members there."

"Sounds like good business."

Louise nodded, "Better than you think."

Luke said, "Then let's go take care of her business."

...

Navis Club.

This is a club located in the suburbs of New York. It's in a deep blue building, very modern, thirty stories high, with complete facilities including fitness, entertainment, leisure, care, and dining.

"Wooo…" The sound of sirens rang out.

Several black Chevrolet SUVs with flashing police lights stopped outside the club.

Over a dozen fully armed FBI agents got out of the cars, and passersby naturally moved to the sides.

Michael Jette stood by the lead car and smiled at Luke, "What do you think of this setup?"

"Not bad, I think Mia Calioka will definitely like it."

Michael Jette looked up at the club building, "What if she still refuses to show up?"

Luke smiled, "That just means she's really up to something, which is why she's not coming out.

We don't need to hesitate anymore; we'll directly track her phone, and if the phone's disconnected, we'll use other means."

"Come on, let's test the waters of this club." Michael Jette waved and led the FBI agents into the club lobby.

When the FBI's police cars stopped outside the club, it caused quite a stir. Once the FBI agents entered the first-floor club lobby, a white woman in a black professional skirt stopped them, "I'm the club manager, Shina Fasse.

Officers, have you come to the wrong place?"

"Is this the Navis Club?"

"Yes."

"Then there's no mistake." Michael Jette showed his credentials, "I'm Michael Jette, head of the FBI's Criminal Investigation Division. We received a report that your club is harboring a terrorist, and we need to take him in for investigation."

"A terrorist?" Shina Fasse frowned, "I think you're definitely mistaken. We're a legitimate club with prestigious and elegant successful women as members; there couldn't possibly be any terrorists here."

"I didn't say the members are terrorists." Michael Jette took out a photo of a young white man, "Do you know him?"

Shina Fasse took the photo, glanced at it, her brow slightly furrowed, then quickly relaxed, "The club has a lot of staff, I can't remember them all."

"Whether you remember or not is irrelevant; we've tracked him down to work here, and this is his arrest warrant." Michael Jette clapped his hands,

"Guys, to ensure member safety, search every room carefully and make sure to find him."

"Yes sir."

"Wait." Shina Fasse hurriedly stopped the agents, looking at Michael Jette,

"Leader Michael Jette, I remember now. His name is Malek Ramsey, and he's indeed one of our club's employees.

There's no need to search the rooms; I'll have him come to talk with you."

Michael Jette checked his watch, "I'll give you five minutes. If he hasn't shown up in five minutes, we'll search the club."

Shina Fasse looked annoyed, "Please don't search the club recklessly; you'll disturb our guests."

Michael Jette said sternly, "On the contrary, what we're doing is to ensure the safety of the club's members, to protect them from any terrorist attacks.

If necessary, we'll also consider evacuating the crowd."

Shina Fasse felt something was off; the bigger the commotion, the worse the impact on the club, "Sir, did our club do something to offend you?"

Michael Jette tapped his watch face with his right hand, "Four minutes left."

Shina Fasse sighed, "Don't search the club; I'll bring him here." With that, Shina Fasse quickly left.

Shina Fasse rushed to the lobby and told a supervisor, "Immediately get Malek Ramsey to the lobby. I don't care what he's doing, even if he has to crawl, get him here.

Do it quickly."

After giving that order, Shina Fasse headed to the office inside the lobby and made a phone call, "Mrs. Calioka, it's Shina Fasse."

"Didn't I tell you not to contact me unless it's urgent?" came a woman's voice from the phone, sounding somewhat displeased.

"A bunch of FBI agents just arrived, claiming a club employee is a terrorist. If we don't hand over the employee, they'll search every room in the club." Shina Fasse's words were quick and urgent.

"Who's leading them?"

"Michael Jette, head of the FBI's Criminal Investigation Division."

"Fuck, that bastard!" A sound of a cup shattering came from the phone, and after a while, Mia Calioka coldly said, "Stall them, never let them search the club."

"I feel they're not here with good intentions."

"Idiot, that goes without saying. I'm heading over right now."