Chapter 242: Silence, dirty work and deals
Federalists always like to keep public and private matters separate.
While working, they don't like to be disturbed by personal matters.
Just like outside working hours, they also refuse to be disturbed by official business, although many times they cannot refuse.
It was obviously already night at this time, and the phone lines were not idle at all, but were extremely busy.
Countless "gentlemen behind the scenes" communicate or issue instructions across the phone line.
Most of these calls pointed to red high heels and things related to red high heels.
It seems that at some point, people are not opposed to doing some work-related things in their private time.
In the police station, Booker sat uneasily in the interrogation room. He had heard of the guy sitting in front of him, but had never had any dealings with him.
He is just the former manager and current deputy manager of the Red High Heels. He is not the kind of person who comes forward. He didn't do it before, and he doesn't do it now.
But he had heard the officer's name, Hunter.
A very common name, but behind this common name, there are some rumors about him.
Hunter is rumored to be the Bay Area Hound's most effective assistant. Although he is only a police officer in the criminal investigation unit, his status in the Golden Harbor City police system is actually not much worse than that of the chiefs of some branches.
Together with Charlie, he helped the men in the Bay Area do a lot of dirty work and won their trust.
There are many rumors about him. The more rumors there are, the more scared Booker becomes.
Because he knew that only those cases that the masters paid enough attention to would send people who were worthy of their trust and famous enough.
Like those fringe people, the police officers at the bottom of the command room who interrogate them are ordinary.
"You seem to be very hot." Hunter took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over, "Wiping the sweat on your face."
"Thank you!" Booker took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads the size of soybeans on his face randomly. Soon the outer two layers of the handkerchief were wet with sweat.
"I'm sorry, I'll buy a new one and give it back to you!" Booker grabbed the handkerchief in his hand and apologized for getting it wet.
Hunter was always smiling. He shook his head and didn't seem to care, "It's just a handkerchief."
He then took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to Booker, and sat down not far from him, "Booker, you know, now the big guys are fighting, and small characters like us are implicated. Come in."
"I always feel that it doesn't matter whether we can go further, what matters is that we are still alive!"
Booker was smoking and his hands were shaking a little. He could only hold his hands together to stabilize his arms and palms.
There is no need to flick the ash, the shaking will make the ash fall down. He nodded, "Yes, life is the most important thing."
Hunter nodded noncommittally, "Look, I'm glad we can reach a consensus on this issue, so... Booker, I have some questions for you."
"You tell me what you know, and I'll deal with the people behind me while you protect yourself."
"Don't let yourself suffer or even die just to keep other people's secrets. It's not worth it, right?"
Booker nodded, "Yeah, it's not worth it."
Hunter nodded with satisfaction, "When you sent girls to the Bay Area, did you leave any evidence behind?"
"For example... record the time and location of every delivery to the Bay Area, the list of girls, the names of customers, and even keep the checks or cash they gave you?"
Some customers also pay in cash, since cash is relatively difficult to prove.
They could not convince the judge that a ten-dollar bill was given to him by these rich people. It was difficult to have substantive evidence in this regard, and the court was unlikely to accept it.
Of course, if they were careful, they might be able to retain some fingerprints on the banknotes, which could be used as evidence.
However, it is not easy to extract the complete fingerprint on the banknote with current technology, but it is not completely impossible.
As for checks, they are relatively troublesome. There will be signatures, notes, and even fingerprints on them.
These will become important evidence, proving that those gentlemen in the Bay Area are not just accepting the recruitment!
Booker nodded, "I don't know about money and checks, but I heard from Sam that he has a notebook to record his daily work..."
Hunter's eyes lit up, "Where is the notebook now?"
Booker said quickly, "I don't know, only Sam knows."
Hunter looked at him and sat on the table next to him, "Booker, I know you are an honest man. I heard that you and Sam have been together. You must know where that notebook is."
Booker really didn't know, but he knew a general range, that is, the notebook was still in the red high heels.
He just didn't know where, Sam never let him get in touch with these things, but he knew that it must be a very secret place.
Based on his knowledge of red high heels, he actually had several guesses.
Seeing Booker's agitated look, Hunter upped the ante, "If you help me find the notebook, I guarantee you will go back to the state prison safely for a few years and then come out."
But in the end, Booker said nothing.
He didn't tell Hunter about this, not because he was loyal to Sam, he just wanted to see if these people could offer higher chips.
Hunter looked a little disappointed when he couldn't ask anything, "You can think about it seriously."
Booker smoked a cigarette and came out of his anxiety and fear. He shook his head, "I need to think about it carefully."
This was obviously a subterfuge, and Hunter planned to have someone knock on the door outside while trying to convince him.
He glanced back, then looked back at Booker, "You must know something, but don't forget, Sam also knows this, don't let your valuable information become useless."
"I'm probably going to be out for two minutes, and in two minutes, I want you to be smart."
After speaking, Hunter gave Booker another cigarette and walked out the door.
Booker looked at Hunter's leaving figure, and he actually had his own ideas.
He felt that Sam would be less likely to reveal this matter, because this matter was done by Sam himself in private. The mayor did not know, and neither did the rich people in the Bay Area. This was something Sam used to save his life.
As long as Sam didn't say anything, he would be able to take the initiative, and he hoped to get more benefits from this.
It's not that he wanted to get out of jail, he just wanted a shorter sentence and to keep the funds in his account.
But he didn't know what Hunter was doing outside the door at this time.
"Sam wanted a deal, and the state government also called to inquire about the situation here, and Sidney was putting pressure on us."
"What the Bay Area side means is...", the police sergeant who spoke made a silencing gesture.
Hunter frowned, "Are you in such a hurry?"
The Sheriff nodded, "The Liberal Party seems to be paying attention to this matter. The Bay Area doesn't want more inside stories to be unearthed, so..." He glanced at the room behind Hunter, "You have to Get rid of him as soon as possible."
Hunter nodded, "I know how to do it."
The sergeant finished speaking and left, while Hunter asked the police officer for Booker's taken-away tie, and then put it in his pocket.
He returned to the room and looked at Booker, who still didn't want to talk, with a helpless expression.
"Since you don't want to say it, then go back first. One day you will want to say it." He said and walked to the table, as if preparing to take him away. Just when he was taking out something, the key to the handcuffs fell on the on the ground.
"My waist is not in good condition recently, please help me pick it up.", he said.
Booker was not suspicious. One of his hands was handcuffed to the chair, but the other hand could move. This was done specifically to make it easier for him to read documents or sign. He bent down and his hand was almost touching the bunch of keys. Suddenly something seemed to flash before his eyes, and then he felt his neck being tightly strangled.
He almost subconsciously kicked his legs to stand up, but Hunter's entire weight was already pressing on his back, firmly controlling his movements.
He kept slapping Hunter who was on top of him, slapping his body, trying to say something, but something was tightly strangling his neck so that he couldn't even utter a syllable!
The more you struggle and panic, the more intense your body's consumption of oxygen becomes.
Just forty or fifty seconds later, after two violent struggles, Hunter felt that all Booker's resistance collapsed in an instant.
He continued to tighten it for a while before loosening the tie.
"You are such an idiot!" He tugged on his collar with both hands to make the messed up clothes look neater. Then he dragged Booker's body to the window and thoughtfully helped him tie his tie on the window. Tie a dead knot on it and hang it up.
He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the mop to wipe away the urine stains left by dragging on the floor. He took one last look at the entire room, then nodded with satisfaction, put down his sleeves again, got dressed, and walked out of the room with his head held high and his chest high. and walked out.
After the criminals were arrested, they were about to receive the due trial. They were afraid of being judged and chose to commit suicide out of fear of guilt. This is normal, isn't it?
Perhaps the only thing that can be criticized is that they did not confiscate the suspect's tie, but who would have thought that someone would hang himself with a tie?
After leaving here, Hunter went to the place where the girls were detained. There were only seventeen or eight girls in total, and he did not count them carefully.
About half of these girls were deceived, kidnapped, and trafficked into Red Heels by federal locals.
After enduring both physical and mental torture and abuse, they finally chose to succumb and pick up guests for Sam.
What Hunter and the others have to do now is to select from these girls those who have served a very few local big shots.
In fact, the interrogation of these girls was much simpler than that of others. They thought they had been rescued. No matter what the police asked, they would tell them without reservation.
Some girls even had several emotional breakdowns, which led them to make little secret of what they had experienced in Red Heels.
One record after another was sent to Hunter. He looked at each file carefully, and then selected five girls from them.
Looking at these young faces, Hunter's heart was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Sometimes if you do too much dirty work, people will become numb. He has heard people say this, but he always feels that he is still a little bit away from numbness.
He wished he was numb so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable, especially when doing something like this.
He looked at these five files. They were all poor girls who originally had their own happy lives, but because they were attracted by some big shots with twisted psychology.
So they were kidnapped and sent here, where they were tamed and became the toys of the big shot.
Now the big shots are afraid that these toys will be the cause of their ruin, so they want to destroy these toys.
The toys were innocent, no doubt about it, but their fate was also doomed.
The origin, development, and process of the whole thing. Up to now, all the participants know that they are innocent, but this cannot change their ending.
Just as he was sitting at the table with his head lowered and his hands pushed back along his hairline, showing a tired look, someone held his shoulders.
"Are you tired?"
It was Director Charlie's voice.
Hunter quickly stood up and forced a smile, "Not...a little."
Director Charlie saw the five files that were blocked by his body and flipped through them casually, "Life is always like this, we have to do a lot of things we don't want to do."
"When we were young, our parents asked us to do homework, but we were unwilling to do it, even though we knew that doing homework was responsible for our own lives."
"As teenagers, our parents and teachers ask us to do things we don't like to do, and we are reluctant to do them, even if we know they are right."
"Just like now, we clearly know that we should do this, but maybe there are other reasons that make us hesitate or even question the next work."
"At this time, you have to ask yourself whether this is necessary and whether it is good for you!"
Seeing Hunter lost in thought, Director Charlie chuckled and said, "I probably won't be able to retire in this position."
"This time our mayor doesn't plan to let me, an old man, retire gracefully, so...Hunter, I will nominate you to take over my job, but I'm not sure whether they can agree."
His hand squeezed Hunter's shoulder, "No one can make a choice for you. Choose what you want. No matter what, I will support you."
Hunter glanced at the five files on the table and grabbed them in his hand, "I know how to do it."
Soon these five girls were brought out individually, and Hunter stood in front of them with a smile, "Your problem has been solved, and Sam is very cooperative. You can go home!"
The girls who had suffered months of inhumane abuse cried with joy. They hugged each other, encouraged each other and congratulated each other on regaining their freedom and embracing life.
Hunter did not disturb them, and waited until their emotions were vented before continuing, "But now there are still some procedures that you need to complete. You get in this car, and then our police officers will take you to complete the final process, and then you can embrace your freedom and go home.”
The girls got into a police car without hesitation. This was obviously a car used to escort prisoners. Hunter locked the rear compartment door from the outside and entered the cab.
It was dark at this time, and everything was pitch black. Even the car lights couldn't illuminate very far...
The car quickly disappeared into the night, and Chief Charlie's eyes retracted from the distance and returned to the unfinished work in the police station.
Sam wanted to find someone with enough weight to trade with him, and he mentioned one person.
Senator Wade.
Congressman Wade represents the local die-hard forces and is a very typical representative, and his status and reputation are also convincing.
Congressman Williams is actually a good choice, but Congressman Williams is too old and has too many things to think about, so he may not be able to truly take care of Sam.
So Sam hopes to talk to the younger Representative Wade to gain the other party's commitment and asylum.
Congressman Wade is also very interested in the deal proposed by Sam. Everyone hopes to get more information on friends or political opponents, and he is on his way.
Everyone is paying attention to this transaction, and everyone has a hunch that this matter will not end so easily.
Forty minutes later, Chief Charlie saw the police car returning, but it was not the one Hunter drove out, but the police car that subsequently picked him up.
They returned to the police station, and the moment Chief Charlie saw Hunter, he showed a very appreciative smile.
He even took the initiative to walk over and gave Hunter a hug, regardless of how dirty he was now.
"Everything will be fine!"
He didn't ask Hunter how he dealt with girls who had secrets they shouldn't have, or what psychological changes he had, he just gave him a hug.
For a moment, Hunter had the illusion that he was a perpetrator, but now, he seemed to be a victim.
But he accepted it all happily, which made him feel better.
Perhaps this is the price of growth.
The police let some girls go one after another. After all, they dealt with five people at once. It would be difficult to do it if there were only five people missing.
They let the girls go so they could explain that they didn't know what happened to them after they left.
As for others, such as Sam, they are still in detention.
Director Charlie, the mayor, and the wealthy people in the Bay Area were all interested in his notebook, but at the same time they were afraid!
Sam himself knew very well that no matter who he gave the notebook to, he would offend the other party.
This seems to have become a dead end for him!
(End of chapter)