Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

"Five, four, three..."

Michael watched as the countdown ticked on his phone.

"Here he comes, Malek Ramsey." Shina Fasse panted heavily, running up with her chest heaving.

A white man followed her, dressed in a pink suit, with slicked-back hair gelled heavily, giving him an ostentatious and slightly gaudy appearance.

Shina Fasse pointed to the white man behind her and said, "Mr. Jette, this is Malek Ramsey whom you're looking for.

I've brought him to you."

Michael asked, "Are you Malek Ramsey?"

"Yes." The man in the pink suit nodded, pursing his lips, "What do you want with me?"

Michael said, "According to our investigation, you are suspected of posting terroristic threats online. We need to take you in for questioning."

Malek Ramsey shook his head, "I didn't do that, you must have the wrong person."

"Do you have an account called New York Lollipop?"

"Yes."

"In 2020, this account posted a comment on New York University's site saying 'I will kill everyone in this school, don't doubt that I'll pull the trigger without hesitation, you'd better start praying to God not to meet me.'

Last month, this account posted another message: That fat woman nearly sat on me to death, I'm sick of her, tomorrow I'll definitely bring a real gun and take her out.

This account has posted several other terroristic statements, do I need to list them all?"

Malek Ramsey hurriedly explained, "Those... were just angry words, I would never actually do those things.

I only said those things to vent my frustrations, if I were really going to do them, I wouldn't post them online.

I'm not an idiot."

Shina Fasse saw a customer walking over and quickly nodded with a smile, then whispered to Michael Jett, "Mr. Jette, can we talk somewhere else? Or you could just take him away.

If you stay in the club's lobby for long, it will seriously affect the club.

Our members are sophisticated women; they'll be frightened by you..."

"Do you know what you're saying? Still thinking about business? Hmm?" Luke sneered, "We're here to investigate terrorism, you have no idea how serious this is.

If necessary, we can seal off the club, understand?"

Shina Fasse questioned, "Sir, we operate legally, I don't understand why you're targeting our club, did we offend you somehow?"

"Your club's employee is suspected of being involved in a terrorist attack, are you planning to cover for him? Or is your club involved too?" Luke sharply countered.

Shina Fasse glared at Malek Ramsey, hands spread, "I didn't know he posted that information, but it's his personal behavior, unrelated to our club."

Luke pressed, "Is he an employee at your company?"

"Yes."

"Does he have an office here?"

"No."

"Does he have a locker?"

"Yes."

"Can you guarantee there are no dangerous weapons in his locker? Can you assure those weapons won't harm the club's clients or employees?

These people are not just club clients and employees, they're citizens of New York City.

We need to ensure their safety, is there a problem?"

Shina Fasse countered, "What if you find nothing wrong after inspecting his locker?"

Luke smiled, "What do you suggest we do then?"

Shina Fasse pointed at Luke, "The FBI owes our club an explanation."

"I don't like people pointing fingers at me." Luke pushed away her finger, continuing, "Since he's an employee of Venus Club, it means he has access to any area in the club. If there are no prohibited items in his locker, it means he likely hid them elsewhere.

I'll order a thorough search of the entire club, are you satisfied?"

Shina Fasse shook her head, "You can't do that."

Michael pulled out a search warrant, "No, we can."

Shina Fasse glared at Malek Ramsey, "You pig, really posted those dangerous statements online?"

Malek Ramsey stammered, appearing helpless, "I... I was just venting; I never meant to actually do anything, I swear."

Shina Fasse pointed at his nose, "Idiot, you're fired.

From now on, you have no ties to the club."

"Hey, you can't do that, you have no right to fire me, you're not the one who hired me. I want to speak to Mia Calioka." Malek Ramsey seemed to grab onto a lifeline, speaking with certainty, "Yes, contact Mia Calioka, she'll surely have a way."

Shina Fasse jabbed a finger into his chest, hissing, "Right, when she gets here, you'll be in even bigger trouble."

"Hey, did I hear wrong, did you say he'll be dead, are you threatening to kill him?" Michael stepped between them.

Shina Fasse said, "I was only being figurative."

Michael snapped, "Step back.

If you make any more threatening remarks or actions, I'll take you in too, understand?"

Without waiting for Shina Fasse's reply, Michael shoved Malek Ramsey, "Come on, take us to your locker."

Luke stayed in the club's first-floor lobby, the FBI's presence had disturbed the upstairs guests, and people occasionally came out of the elevator, leaving quickly.

Shina Fasse's face looked grim as she instructed people to keep watch on the first floor while she followed Michael and Malek Ramsey to the locker room.

"Vroom vroom..."

A red Ferrari stopped at the club's entrance, and a woman in a blue pencil skirt quickly got out of the car, hurriedly storming into the club.

She looked at the FBI agents in the hall, her face somewhat pale, and questioned, "Who's in charge here?"

Everyone looked at Luke.

The woman glared at Luke, "Are you Michael Jett?"

"No, my last name is Li, I'm a consultant for the FBI New York office.

Who are you?"

"Mia Calioka." The woman sounded a bit displeased, "Aren't you looking for me?

I'm here."

Luke smiled, "Maybe we're not talking about the same case. We are here today to investigate terror attacks.

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

Mia Calioka coldly said, "Save your tricks, believe it or not, I can call and file a complaint against you right now?"

Luke smiled and said nothing.

The two parties were deadlocked for a moment, Shina Fasse rushed into the hall, "Mrs. Calioka, you're here."

"What's the rush? How's the situation?"

Shina Fasse approached Mia and whispered, "The FBI found a handgun in Malek Ramsey's locker."

"Fuck, what an idiot." Mia tightly clenched her fist, her eyes seemingly on fire, then she took a deep breath, "Consultant Li, can we talk alone?"

"Talk about what?" Luke asked indifferently since he wasn't the one anxious now.

"Either case is fine."

"Are we talking with you or your lawyer?"

"I won't let that damn lawyer be involved in either case, I swear."

"OK, then let's go to the FBI office to talk."

Mia made her demands, "Have your people leave the club immediately, and every minute they stay would have a huge impact on the club."

"Are you ordering me?"

Mia took a deep breath and conceded, "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, then if necessary, we will search the club afterward."

"Roger."

Luke hung up the walkie-talkie and gestured, "Ms. Calioka, please get in the car."

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

Luke smiled, "You're welcome."

Mia gave some instructions to Shina Fasse and then got into the FBI car.

Malek Ramsey was also pushed into the car; although this unlucky guy was implicated, he had indeed made some threatening remarks, especially targeting New York University, the negative impact was considerable, and the FBI didn't wrong him by investigating.

...

FBI New York office.

Criminal Investigation Department lounge.

Luke brought Mia Calioka into the lounge, Amir Khan also walked in with a coffee pot in his left hand and a notebook under his right arm.

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

"No, I'm not used to drinking cheap coffee."

Luke took a sip of coffee and set the cup down, "If you've ever had coffee in prison, you wouldn't say that."

Mia looked at the fine watch on her wrist, "I need to return to the club to apologize to the clients, I don't want to waste time here, you'd better ask your questions quickly."

"Do you know Grace Bloomberg?"

"Yes, she's my friend."

"When was the last time you contacted her?"

"On the evening of October 3rd, she called me."

"What did she say?"

"She argued with her husband, was furious, wanted me to have a drink with her, but I was busy at the time and couldn't comfort her.

After that, she hung up the phone.

Later, when I called her, she didn't answer.

I think maybe she's mad at me."

"Did you see her on October 3rd?"

"No." Mia spread her hands and asked, "Why are you investigating her? Is she suspected of terrorism too?

If so, that's interesting, her husband is the mayor of New York.

I can't wait to watch the drama unfold."

Luke stared at her and said, "She's dead."

"What!

Dead?" Mia looked shocked, yelling, "How's that possible, I just saw her a few days ago.

And there's no news on this either..."

Luke noticed that her shock seemed more like an act; she must have known that Grace Bloomberg was dead already.

This proves that the FBI came to the right person.