Chapter 670 Keep up the good work
Gizelle is an ordinary agent affiliated with ERO (Enforcement and Deportation Operations Group under ICE). She has been on the job for less than half a year and is usually not assigned to go on separate missions. However, this time But this time there seemed to be an exception.
At 6 o'clock this morning, she was arranged to escort a Latina girl who was just over ten years old to Georgia. This order was a bit strange, and it was obviously a hard job, because it would take nearly 20 hours to drive a long distance. car.
But the boss had a very good reason, because Gizelle’s skin color was similar to that of the little girl, and as a second-generation immigrant, she could also speak Spanish.
Although she knew that this kind of task arrangement smacked of workplace bullying, as a newbie, she didn’t even dare to think of asking one more question. She signed the handover formalities resignedly and signed the handover formalities. Received it together with the car and people.
"Don't be afraid. Although I don't know why the higher-ups want to send you to Georgia alone, you are still underage and should not be deported."
Driving on the highway in an SUV with ICE written on it , Gizelle breathed a sigh of relief and comforted the little girl in the passenger seat in Spanish.
The little girl not only has the same brown skin as her, but also has black hair and black eyes. At first glance, she is her compatriot. Her eyes are big, and the look she looks at her is as innocent and innocent as a little deer, which makes her One cannot help but feel sympathy.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Gizelle reached out and took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, "Are you hungry? Drink some water first, and let's find a place to eat later."
“I don’t understand Spanish, can we speak English?” Surprisingly, after the little girl took the mineral water, she spoke in pure American English.
"Huh? Why you?" Gizelle was a little confused. This seemed to be a little different from what he expected.
In the next twenty minutes, the situation from the little girl’s mouth made the Latina ICE female agent even more confused. The little girl who called herself Tully said that she was not a stowaway from the south. , but a native American, and even has a father who works in the FBI.
Not long after leaving New York City, Gizelle hurriedly found a stop at a fast food restaurant on the side of the highway and ordered some food for the little girl. She held her cell phone and was extremely confused.
She didn't know what kind of trouble she was getting into, but it was obvious that the trouble was not small for her.
The information about Agent Jess Lacroix can be found by searching online. He is an FBI assistant special agent in charge. Although the two parties are not in the same system, the other party's position corresponds to that within ICE, and they are also required. Much higher than her immediate boss.
Gizelle couldn't even think of what kind of conspiracy she was involved in, but she could confirm one thing, the little girl in front of her was innocent.
After struggling for a long time, Gizelle dialed a number, "Hello, I'm looking for Agent Jess Lacroix."
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Re After pressing the cell phone number obtained from the FBI's New York office, Gizelle rubbed Tully's little head and made a face at her, "You'd better not lie to me, and you better remember your father from now on." Or the phone numbers of other relatives. "
Tali lowered her head in embarrassment. This may be a common problem among modern people. She is dumbfounded when her mobile phone is taken away from her body. She can't save a single number in her mind except 911.
"Hello, I'm Lacroix." The call was quickly connected. When he heard the male voice coming from inside, Gizelle hesitated for a moment and didn't know how to formulate the words.
"Well, Agent Lacroix, I have your daughter in my hands."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Gizelle realized there was something wrong with her words and quickly explained, "That's it. Yes, there is a little girl named Tully next to me. She said she is your daughter."
To her surprise, the person on the other side of the phone called out her name, "Yes. Agent Gizelle McPherson? Tell me your current location."
Gizelle subconsciously glanced at the cursive store name at the counter, "We just drove onto Interstate 95. , now in a fast food restaurant called Gina’s House on the roadside.”
Lacroix's voice was low and slightly excited, "Wait for me for 10 minutes. We will be behind you. Can you let me talk to my daughter?"
"Of course." Gizelle quickly said The phone was handed to Tully. "Daddy, where are you?" the little girl shouted loudly, attracting frequent glances from other customers in the fast food restaurant. Gizelle flipped up her hair in embarrassment and tried to act as if nothing had happened. She felt like a child abductor. Bad guy.
"Squeak~" Less than 5 minutes before the phone was hung up, the gray steel-colored Dodge Hellcat rushed into the parking lot in front of the fast food restaurant at a somewhat dangerous speed. After a beautiful flick, the front of the car was pointed towards the door of the store.
As soon as the dust was kicked up into the air, someone opened the passenger door eagerly. The little girl who had been looking out the window could no longer bear it after seeing that familiar figure. He couldn't help but jump out of his seat and rush to the door.
"Tali!"
Lacroix squatted down and held his daughter tightly in his arms, "I miss you so much, baby."
"Me too, Daddy, Although I told myself not to be afraid, you will come to save me, but I still can't help it." The little girl's big eyes were already filled with tears, and she was crying like a dam bursting.
“I know, I know, my baby is the bravest girl in the world, just like her mother.” Lacroix held his daughter’s little face with mixed emotions.
Not wanting to disturb the reunited father and daughter, Gizelle's eyes met another handsome boy with a bright smile, and he forced out a smile with some embarrassment.
"I wonder if I'm in some trouble?"
"It's not too much trouble." Jack took the initiative to reach out and shake her hand, and introduced himself, "Hello, Detective McPherson Agent, I am Jack Tavole, senior FBI agent."
Gizelle had a look of surprise on her face. She thought the FBI in front of her, who looked much smaller than herself, was the same as herself. The rookie, who was already nervous, was now a little more complicated.
"It will be okay. We have been chasing you, and we will handle the rest of the matter. We will not embarrass you, but just in case, I need you to come back with us first. Bureau." Of course Jack knew what she was worried about, and he still kept a smile and comforted her.
After figuring out the whole story, Assistant Director Dana Moge came forward to directly contact DHS (Department of Homeland Security), and they quickly obtained the location information of the SUV driven by Gizelle.
Even if she didn't call Lacroix or even take a break at a fast food restaurant, they could still catch up at the border of New Jersey and Maryland. After all, Jack had already stepped on the accelerator with the siren blaring along the way.
The electronic speed limit of this Dodge Hellcat is 150 mph, which is almost 257 kilometers per hour in kilometers per hour. However, Jack's speed has basically not dropped below 140 mph since he left the city.
To help Lacroix find his daughter, Jack drove back to the apartment alone to take a shower. Meimei slept for four hours before regaining her energy. This time, it was 48 hours in a row, with raids and continuous long distances. Driving a car, even an iron man can't handle it.
When he woke up, he found that Hannah had also slept beside him at some point. The little sweet girl didn't even take off her clothes, she curled up in a ball and purred slightly like a kitten. Voice.
He helped her take off her coat and shoes and cover her with the quilt. Jack went downstairs and took out a large package of shepherd's purse and shrimp wontons that he had prepared before. After cooking them, he ate half of them and poured the remaining half with ice water. Once, then fry it in a pan, then leave a note and go out.
Back at the operations center, it was just past noon. Most of the analysts and technicians who stayed up late last night had not returned to work yet. At least two-thirds of the seats were still empty. However, the clues and directions of the investigation were clear for the time being. Progress was not delayed.
Mark Vasco, the arms smuggler who is suspected of dealing with Emma Kane, showed up in Connecticut early this morning, around the same time that Jack and Lacroix caused a scene in the detention center. A private helipad in Milford.
(End of this chapter)