Chapter 1209 Mr. Smith
At first, the thoughts of everyone present were still focused on the fact that the real culprit behind the scenes was actually a senator who might become the vice president of this country.
But soon, Cassel's sudden change in expression after answering the phone made everyone realize that something was wrong.
"He said he was Montgomery's friend." The great writer covered the receiver and whispered to Jack.
Instructing him to turn on his phone directly, Jack called up the tracking program that Alice had set up in advance on his tablet.
The reason why he gathered everyone who might be in danger here was that, in addition to being sufficiently secretive, the security level of the small building and its surroundings was no less than that of the federal building where the New York office is located.
Needless to say, surveillance and the like, including nearby signal base stations, have also been set up with backdoors by Alice.
To put it simply, all mobile phones that enter within 3 kilometers of the small building are within the surveillance range of the FBI, and can be tracked in real time if necessary.
The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to come from an older man, with a distinct Manhattan accent.
New York is a big city. People in certain districts will have slightly different accents when they speak. People in old Manhattan will have a big tongue when they speak. The retroflex sound is relatively less obvious, and almost all "o" sounds can be pronounced. It becomes the "aw" sound.
The other party claimed to be an old friend of Montgomery. He had just received a package from the superintendent not long ago, which contained many important documents.
Montgomery hoped that he would keep these materials as a deterrent to those behind the scenes, so as to prevent his family from being harmed and at the same time protect Beckett's safety.
Because he had just received the package, the mysterious man was unable to prevent the shooting at this morning's funeral, but before contacting Cassell, he had already made contact with the person behind the scenes.
He assured Cassel on the phone that the previous agreement between Montgomery and the other party would be continued. The person behind the scenes, of course everyone already knew that the other party was Senator Bracken, promised that Beckett would not be in danger again, and the premise was that she Her mother's death must no longer be pursued.
As the phone was hung up, everyone had different expressions. Jack sighed silently. Although he did not remember how the original plot developed, in his opinion, this kind of behavior of seeking skin from a tiger is obviously not advisable.
Things like mutual checks and balances only happen when the strengths of both sides are relatively close, such as the Soviet Union and the United States during the Cold War.
And a small NYPD detective in the Beck District, even with the writer Cassel, is nothing more than a mere ant in the eyes of a senator who is about to run for president and is very likely to become the vice president.
Not to mention whether these materials are enough to convict the other party, even if the evidence is conclusive, the trouble it can cause to Senator Bracken will probably be extremely limited.
If you look at the recent election years, you will know that ever since a certain former presidential couple went on a killing spree, there has never been a time when dirt was flying all over the place, but the result was that the whistleblower, insiders, and reporters were all killed, and were shot eight times in the back. It can also be committed suicide, but the person involved in the scandal is unscathed.
Judging from the series of events that have occurred so far, Robert Bracken may have obtained the true story of the Donkey Party, and professional killers have been sent out one after another without end.
If Jack hadn't determined that the other party didn't know the true relationship between Frank and Cassel, he might have thought that the mercenaries who raided Frank's house were the work of this congressman.
"Although the other party used an anonymous mobile phone, the location was confirmed. It is a mansion in Greenwich, Connecticut. The owner of the mansion is named Michael Smith."
Jack entered the address into the mobile phone navigation, then looked at the others, "Which of you would like to take a trip with me?"
——
Greenwich is just on the edge of New York State, less than an hour's drive from Manhattan. It is known as the richest town in the world, and is also the place with the most billionaires and multi-millionaires in the United States. It is said that the newly built mansions here There is no indoor area less than 5,000 square meters. According to the information found, Michael Smith is a retired lawyer with a net worth of tens of millions and a man of considerable social status. This may be another reason why Montgomery can trust him with the information besides being kind.
Accompanying Jack were Beckett and Cassel. After Frank got the list that Jack found, he disappeared again, leaving behind the big-eyed Sarah Rose.
"Detective Beckett, Mr. Cassell, and this unknown young gentleman, how did you find me?" After opening the door, they saw the three of them. The seventy-year-old man, who looked polite and elegant, had a somewhat troubled expression. Accident.
He recognized Cassel and Beckett at a glance and had obviously done some research beforehand, at least remembering their appearance in the photos.
"Jack Tavole, FBI." After announcing his home, Jack glanced at the two slightly excited and nervous followers behind him, and smiled at each other.
"Won't you invite us in? Mr. Smith?"
"Okay, come in, ladies and gentlemen." Mr. Smith sighed, but still sideways invited the three of them into the house.
Although the old man looks a bit old, he has taken good care of himself. Except for his slightly stooped figure, his legs and feet are still strong and strong.
Leading the three of them into the study, he came to a large pile of materials spread out in front of the desk, gathered them all and put them into a thick kraft paper envelope, and held it in his hand.
"You should come to me to ask for these things, right?"
Read the error-free version in 6Ⅹ9ⅩBookⅩ! 6Ⅹ9 Shuyiba publishes a novel for the first time. Liujiu Book Bar Reading
Jack glanced at the table and found that in addition to the things that had been put away, there were many old and new newspaper clippings on it, ranging from the earliest reports of the murder of Beckett's mother to the news of the death of Superintendent Montgomery in the line of duty.
"It seems that you have been paying attention to this matter for a long time, Mr. Smith." He asked deliberately.
"No, those were all collected by Montgomery. Only the top one was cut out by me from yesterday's newspaper. Before receiving the package last night, I knew nothing about the whole thing. So, the FBI is also here Are you paying attention to this case? ”
The old man poured himself a glass of whiskey after asking the three of them if they wanted a drink and being refused.
"No, I know about this case not much earlier than you, Mr. Smith." Jack replied.
"Then do you mind if I see your ID?"
After getting a positive answer, the old man put on his reading glasses and looked at Jack's FBI ID carefully under the light, his expression looking a little disappointed.
"With all due respect, Agent Tavole, I don't think it was a wise choice for you to get involved in this."
Is this because you think your level is too low? Jack just smiled slightly and didn't explain much.
(End of chapter)