Chapter 567: The United States also has a simple business war?
"So has your daughter been in any trouble recently? Bullying, stalking, or a jealous ex-boyfriend? Why did she choose to go for a morning jog outside?" Jack's eyes passed through the gate and fell on the manor. The inner foot has a vestibule the size of half a football field.
"No, if there was Chloe, she would definitely tell me. We, father and daughter, depend on each other and talk about everything." Nathan Ford shook his head and followed his gaze and looked behind him.
"Chloe likes the scenery by the river. Morning jogging along the riverside road has always been her habit. There has never been an accident before. It is all my fault. I should arrange some bodyguards."
Seeing that the other party fell into self-blame, Jack waited for a while and saw that his mood eased slightly, then continued to ask, "What about yourself? Have you been threatened recently, or have you had any enemies in business? .”
Nathan Ford's eyes were a little dazed, as if he was trying to remember, "I am in the business of acquiring companies, which is the kind of company that is on the verge of bankruptcy and closing down some unimportant factories or departments. There will indeed be some business.
They may curse me with cancer for being unexpectedly bankrupt, but I can’t imagine doing this, so why not just come at me?”
Feeling? He couldn't ask for much valuable information. Jack saw the FBI's iconic surveillance vehicle slowly stopping not far away and motioned to the billionaire to look there.
"Our people are here. They will be responsible for guarding your home and monitoring your phone and email. Once the kidnapper sends a message, we will track it as soon as possible."
After Jack said that He handed me a business card and said, "If you think of any useful information, please contact me as soon as possible."
Nathan Ford took the business card and saw Jack about to turn around and leave. He hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.
“By the way, I just had a phone call with your deputy director, and he said that he will send the best agents to investigate this case, and that the FBI will use all means to ensure that my daughter returns home safely. "
After hearing these words, Jack turned around in shock, and met his expectant and pleading eyes. His heart couldn't help but soften. It didn't matter if he was rich and powerful. He didn't know whether his daughter was alive or dead. There was nothing he could do. Just try every means to get her back safely.
"Although I don't know which deputy director you are talking about, I assure you that he is absolutely right." After speaking, Jack walked towards his Dodge Hellcat.
Hannah will stay here and work with the surveillance team. Jack gets in the car and prepares to make a video call to Jubal to confirm the next step of the investigation.
As soon as he picked up the phone, several emails were sent to his mailbox. When he opened it, he saw that they were all about the Fud father and his daughter.
Chloe Ford, a sweet-looking brown-haired beauty, is a 16-year-old high school student who attends the best private school in New York, Trinity School in Manhattan.
Father, Nathan Ford, founder of Clox Capital, a low-key billionaire, is listed on the Forbes list.
Jack quickly browsed through these, and then connected the video call with Jubal, "This case looks very stressful."
Jubal showed a wry smile in the video, " The worried father contacted no less than two senators. The leader has not come out since he entered the office. He has been answering calls from all parties, and it has not been an hour since the incident."
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Jack shrugged, "Why don't you tell me what you found there? You should have received the video from Hannah, right?"
"Yes, the video is very clear. The suspect drove a gray car. The Ford Fortuner (the North American version of the Mondeo), according to the license plate, the owner’s name is Abigail Porter, 32 years old, living in New Rochelle.”
Jubal pointed the camera. The large screen in the operations center displayed a photo registered by the DMV of a middle-aged white woman.
“An hour and a half ago, she reported that she was held at gunpoint in a parking lot and her car was robbed.”
“So the suspect was arrested at six o’clock this morning Du, robbed a car from a parking lot in New Rochelle, drove to Bedford, and kidnapped Chloe?" Jack briefly ran through the timeline.
Bedford is in the northern suburbs of New York City, and New Rochelle is further north in Bedford, which seems fine from a timeline perspective.
"That seems to be the case. Can you go over and take a look? Talk to Abigail Porter and ask for the details." Jubal asked.
Jack started the car, "No problem, there must be surveillance in the parking lot. I'll give you the video by the way. Also, didn't you dig deeper into the victim's background? An adolescent girl, it sounds like It seems like she has a lot of secrets."
Jubal looked regretful, "We checked her emails, text messages and social accounts, but there was nothing useful. She is a very cheerful girl, except for the content. There is nothing special about discussing schools, boys and tennis."
Jack also reported on his inquiry, "It seems that there is no special enemy on her father's side, although the M&A company is recruiting people. I hate it, but it’s not just a day or two. This doesn’t make sense. Chloe is not the only rich second generation in New York. Why did she choose her just for money? It doesn’t feel like it to me? It was a random crime.”
"Do you also think that the other party has other motives? I have made a discovery here that is not a discovery. We found a lot of reports about the Ford family in the media." Jubal said, adding a report A screenshot of is displayed on the screen.
“Nathan Ford recently spent $2 million on a birthday party for his daughter, and the media went crazy.”
“Well, it looked like it was for the poor There's a target painted on Chloe's forehead." Jack decided to retract his opinion that Nathan Ford was a low-key billionaire, maybe it was just ignorance.
Half an hour later, after contacting the local police, Jack found the woman whose car had been robbed in the employee parking lot of a supermarket.
"I came for the morning shift, and there was no one around at the time. As soon as I parked the car, a man opened my car door, pointed a gun at me, and forced me to get out of the car."
Abigail Porter is an ordinary-looking black-haired white woman. When she talked about what happened before, her face was still a little shocked.
Jack handed her a cup of coffee he bought on the way, smiled, and signaled her to relax, "Have you noticed his appearance?"
"Well, to be honest, not really. "I was so frightened that I was focused on the gun in his hand."
Abigail Porter was infected by the friendly smile of the handsome FBI in front of her and took a deep breath. After a breath, the slightly awkward speaking speed gradually slowed down.
"He is a middle-aged white man with brown hair, probably in his early 40s, maybe around 45."
"Does he have any characteristics? For example, scars, tattoos, or accents?" Jack was persuasive.
Abigail Porter shook her head, "Sorry, I didn't notice this. He sounded like an ordinary New Yorker."
At this point, she After a pause, there was a trace of weirdness on his face, "Speaking of which, he doesn't feel like a vicious robber to me. He has a pretty good attitude."
"A pretty good attitude?" Jack's heart moved. , asked, "What do you mean?"
"He kept saying things like sorry, I had no other choice, I did it for my daughter and so on."
Abigail Porter shrugged a little embarrassedly , "I don't want to express my sympathy for him, but this person doesn't feel like a bad person to me."
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Jack connected with Jubal again In the video, it can be clearly seen that the operations center was already abuzz with people at this time. It was obvious that there was a lot of pressure from above, and Dana Moger summoned all the analysts.
"I have received the parking lot surveillance you sent. Although the clarity is average, the otakus said it is enough for facial recognition, but it just takes some time."
The pencil in Jubal's hand kept tapping on the table, "Why do you think the lady who was carjacked said that the guy looked like a good person."
"Maybe it's because he really He looks like a good guy." Jack said nonsense, and when Jubal rolled his eyes, he added with a smile.
"At least we now know that this case is not as simple as it seems. The car owner said that her car has a GPS positioning. Can you determine where the car is now?"
"Uh. , The results will be available soon, wait a moment." Jubal took a few steps quickly and came behind an analyst.
"It appears that the car was parked outside a house in Scarsdale. The address is 321 Flag Street. The owner is Henry Cocken, the president of a Manhattan real estate company."
After listening to Jubal's words, Jack had 10,000 question marks popping up in his head. Is it true that America's business war is so simple and unpretentious? Could it be that Henry Cocken had some business conflict with Nathan Ford and sent someone to kidnap his daughter?
Jubal said that he could not confirm it for the time being, "Well, it seems that there is no connection between them, at least on the surface.
No matter what, you rush over first, I Immediately assign a SWAT team to Hannah. She will bring this team to join you. Pay attention to safety. I will continue to investigate and keep in touch at any time."
After the code was sent, I took the medicine. Go to bed and continue at night, it seems to be almost better.
(End of this chapter)