Legendary FBI Detective

Noon, Jacobs Federal Building.

Ryder pushed open the door of the office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team, and yelled loudly as soon as he entered:

"Everyone, I'm back!"

When the agents of the No. 5 investigation team heard the voice, they got up one after another, walked over with a smile on their faces and gave William a hug.

William patted Ryder on the back hard:

"Welcome back, Ryder!"

"Don't say that, William."

Ryder patted William on the back lightly, then rolled his eyes and said:

"I only left for two days, not for two years."

William smiled and didn't say much. Ryder looked around and didn't see Roan and Lacey. He tilted his head and asked:

"Where are Roan and Lacey?"

"Going to make a mock portrait."

Mona next to him handed Ryder a cup of coffee, briefly explained what happened in the past two days, and finally said:

"They've been gone all morning and should be back soon."

"OK."

After listening to Mona's narration, Ryder nodded and returned to his station, preparing to wait for Roan to come back. He wanted to find Roan for something.

Ryder didn't know exactly what happened that day. Fentanyl was too toxic. Before he could react, he felt his head start to float, and he couldn't control his muscles in the next second, and collapsed on the ground.

But before Ryder was completely unconscious, he still felt Roan jump down the stairs and rush to his side.

However, Ryder didn't feel Roan feeding him the potion later.

At that time, Ryder, as he puts it, had "saw the white-bearded God waving at him."

Later, Ryder woke up and looked at the ceiling in the ward, unable to tell whether it was true or false for a while.

It was Yvonne who slapped him hard on the face, and Ryder knew that he was really alive and did not go to see God.

Ryder went to their home last night and thanked the two SWAT guys who put him in the ambulance.

Roan was the one who saved Ryder's life.

According to Yvonne's knowledge, Roan was not the one who sent Ryder to the ambulance himself.

But Ryder, who has been in the battle all year round and only recently joined the FBI, has a feeling that Roan seems to be the one who really saved him.

Although he didn't know why he felt this way, Ryder chose to trust his intuition, and now he really wanted to express his gratitude to Roan.

"Everyone! The simulated portrait has come out!"

Ryder didn't sit for a few minutes when Lacey and Roan strode in.

Lacey held up several large portraits and shouted loudly:

"This guy is the one we're looking for next!"

"OK!"

"no problem!"

The technicians of the No. 5 investigation team suddenly agreed, took the portrait in Lacey's hand, sat in front of the computer and began to type on the keyboard.

"Roan, Lacey."

Hearing someone calling him, Roan, who lowered his head to think about things, was taken aback for a moment. When he looked up and found that it was Ryder, he immediately showed a big smile, stepped forward and gave him a hug:

"Welcome back, man! I didn't expect you to come back to work today. Didn't August approve you for a long time?"

Lacey didn't hug Ryder, a muscular man, but just punched Ryder's arm with a smile on her face, and then gave Ryder a high-five.

Ryder knew who Lacey was, and he didn't mind little things like not hugging.

After hearing Roan's words, Ryder was about to say something with a serious face when William suddenly shouted loudly:

"Everyone, I'm afraid this Kevin has never been in prison.

In the photos of prisoners in several large prisons in the New York area, there is no guy similar to Kevin! "

At this point in time, face recognition technology is not very mature, and there are very few people who can be screened. Most of the people in the FBI resource pool are prisoners who have been in prison.

After all these people take pictures before entering prison.

Faced with the remaining ordinary people, the current face recognition system is useless most of the time.

It was not until 2015, when the United States began to promote the face recognition boarding policy at airports across the country, that the FBI's database was gradually enriched.

Of course, the database here refers to the criminal database, and there are some other databases inside the FBI, but ordinary agents have no authority to enter at all.

"Then check the prisons in other regions."

Hearing William's words, Roan frowned and said:

"You can check the states around New York, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey."

"O...K."

Hearing Roan's words, the corners of William and the other four technical agents twitched, but they still lowered their heads and got busy.

Seeing William and others start working, Roan looked at Ryder again, tilted his head and asked:

"Ryder, what were you trying to say just now?"

"……nothing."

Seeing that everyone was busy, Ryder swallowed a bunch of words in his mouth, then grinned, and patted Roan on the shoulder:

"Just after get off work today, I want to invite you to my house for dinner."

"OK."

Hearing this, the corners of Luo An's mouth rose, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

Someone invited me to dinner last night, and tonight...

The corner of Roan's mouth raised, and he cast his eyes on Mona.

Do you want to go to her house for a meal the day after tomorrow?

Mona shuddered suddenly, feeling as if something bad was staring at her.

Time moved forward slowly, and the sound of keyboards in the office area kept ringing, but the agents of the No. 5 investigation team did not find the Kevin in the portrait.

During the process, William and others did find a few people who looked very similar to those in the portrait.

But after careful investigation, either there were witnesses to prove that the person was with him when the bank robbery happened, or that person was no longer in New York and had no ability or time to commit the crime.

"this……"

Picking up the coffee on the side and taking a big sip, Mona rubbed her sore fingers, tilted her head and looked at Roan:

"Is there a possibility that the two women misremembered Kevin's appearance? Or the portraitist made a mistake?"

"It's not impossible, but..."

Roan rubbed his chin. After pondering for a long time, he took out his mobile phone, pressed the number and called Norton.

"Roan?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy, and it was clear that Norton was not in the FBI building.

"Good afternoon, Norton."

Luo An simply said hello, without any nonsense, and directly told the other party that he couldn't find anyone now.

"Simple!"

Hearing Roan's question, Norton on the other end of the phone smiled slightly and said directly:

"You send that simulated portrait to our Organized Crime Investigation Section now.

As long as the portrait is accurate and the gap with the real person is not too big, I will be able to find this person for you soon! "

Norton waved his hand. Their Organized Crime Investigation Bureau has special connections with more than half of New York's gangs.

They have done this many times to find someone, and this kind of thing is nothing to them.

Of course, not everyone can ask the Organized Crime Investigation Section to help with such matters.

Those who are not familiar with the relationship will be ignored by the Organized Crime Investigation Section.

"Thank you, Norton."

"You're welcome!"

Norton chuckled, and after making an appointment with Roan to go fishing on the weekend, he hung up the phone.

"I'll go."

Hanging up the phone, before Roan could say anything, Ryder picked up the portrait, smiled at Roan, and strode away from the No. 5 investigation team.

I don't know what method the Organized Crime Investigation Section used. After only three hours, Ryder returned to the No. 5 investigation team, and at the same time brought back a piece of paper with rough information on the person who simulated the portrait:

Fletcher Walker, 29, lives in Queens.

After calling out all the information about Fletcher according to the information, Mona was speechless and spread her hands:

"No wonder we couldn't find him, this man was a boy scout two months ago!"

Hearing this, Roan was taken aback:

"What's the meaning?"