"What happened?" Lynch could feel Vera's body trembling slightly, so he gently supported her.
Vera took a deep breath, perhaps because she saw Lynch arriving and had a blind trust in him. Given Lynch's history of magically resolving many troubles, it was easy for her to develop a kind of "miraculous" admiration for him.
She began to explain the situation: Gap had received a call and left hurriedly, and now the police had arrived.
Lynch comforted her a little and walked with her towards her house, intending to find out what was going on. The simplest way was to ask the police.
When they returned to the house, another police car had arrived. This car differed from the ordinary police cars; its design gave an impression of being more expensive, and most people could recognize it—it belonged to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Two agents, wearing trench coats and sunglasses, whose identities anyone could guess at a glance, stood by the car chatting with a policeman. When they saw Lynch and Vera approaching, the officer ended the conversation and left.
One of the agents opened his trench coat, revealing the badge inside his inner pocket. "Senior Agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation..."
His gaze swept past Vera and directly settled on Lynch, who took a slight step forward and positioned himself in front of Vera.
He might still be young, but that step made his back appear like a towering mountain in Vera's eyes, calming her previously panicked emotions.
"May I know why you are here?" Lynch looked directly at the agent. The other agent whispered sothing into the first agent's ear, probably explaining Lynch's identity. The agent in front of Lynch quickly understood the situation.
Although his expression did not show any obvious change, his eyes shifted from a look of scrutiny and impatience to understanding and calm, indicating his grasp of Lynch's background.
It was impossible not to understand—Lynch was a partner of Mark, a friend of the mayor, and had good relations with so capitalists. People in society generally avoided offending such individuals, including the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Local protection policies made it difficult for them to deal with Lynch, while Lynch could constantly trouble them instead. So, unless necessary, the Federal Bureau of Investigation preferred not to offend these wealthy individuals proactively, unlike the tax bureau.
The tax bureau could endlessly harass a wealthy person under the pretext of tax audits until the person gave in. The Federal Bureau of Investigation, however, could only investigate soone or sothing after a major case had occurred.
The agent didn't think for long before nodding. This kind of information could be obtained elsewhere, and he didn't need to hide it. "This lady's husband is suspected..."
The agent's gaze went past Lynch to Vera. "Sorry, ma'am. Mr. Gap is suspected of forcibly engaging in relations with a woman who was not in her right mind, in conjunction with others, and is also suspected of molestation and assault."
The case was more complicated than that, but so things were not convenient to say, especially in the presence of the suspect's wife.
For a mont, Lynch felt Vera's weight on his arm increase, forcing him to support her with both hands, making it look as if he was holding her, though he wasn't.
"Can we know more details?" Lynch asked, but the agent shook his head.
After looking around, the agent said, "Mr. Lynch, and Ms. Vera, we won't disclose more details until the case progresses further. Even what I've said..." He smiled without finishing, but everyone understood his implication.
Lynch glanced at him. "I've also been having so trouble with criminals and their actions lately. Maybe you could give
so advice?"
The agent hesitated, then finally pulled out his business card and handed it over. "You can call
during non-working hours."
Lynch took the card, bid farewell to the agent, and helped Vera back into her house.
The police noticed Lynch's arrival. One particularly slick officer imdiately whispered sothing to the officer in charge of the search, who then showed an understanding look. Following this, their search thereafter beca more careful and gentle. ??АＮ??BΕ??
The two sat on the living room sofa, with Lynch holding Vera's hand. He could feel the woman's helplessness; her palm was cold and clammy.
About twenty minutes later, the lead officer ca to the living room, glanced at Lynch, and then at the slick officer. The latter quickly spoke, "We found a safe in the study and hope Ms. Vera can provide the password. We also hope Mr. Lynch can witness the opening process as a witness."
The slick officer also showed so legal docunts. "The judge has agreed to our search of private financial records, including password boxes and safes. We hope Ms. Vera can cooperate, and we promise these items won't be leaked to the public."
Lynch could feel the officer's sowhat pleading, non-forceful tone, but his words were irrefutable.
Lynch looked at Vera, who gave a slight nod, and then they followed the officers upstairs.
Standing in front of the safe, Vera imdiately opened it without any hesitation.
After all, even if she said sothing, it wouldn't change the officers' attitude or make them give up. She would eventually have to open the safe.
Not to ntion, she knew Gap had previously handled the contents inside. They were all very clean, at least she believed Gap wouldn't be foolish enough to leave anything incriminating inside. Those things were in her safe.
After a few turns of the combination lock, the safe opened slowly with the sound of gears turning, revealing many docunts, so cash, and a few gold bars.
Investing in precious tals was one of Gap's investnt strategies. Unlike short- to dium-term bond and stock investnts, precious tals were more for the long term.
In front of Lynch, Vera, and two Federal Bureau of Investigation agents, the police took everything out of the safe, placing it on Gap's desk, photographing and docunting everything.
So docunts were put into evidence bags and taken by the police after Vera signed.
As for the money and gold, they were left in the safe.
The search continued until the evening. As it was about to end, the agent who gave Lynch his card asked a question. "Ms. Vera, I noticed you've already packed so things, and so areas are obviously missing items, like the bookless bookshelf. Have you recently transported or moved any items?"
Vera nodded and explained. The agent noted this and quickly left with his colleague to contact the Federal Bureau of Investigation in the neighboring state, attempting to intercept the materials and check for potential issues.
The search this ti was essentially a failure as they found nothing valuable. Most items in the safe were fairly ordinary, mostly related to the household, and few had anything to do with Listoan.
But this wasn't important. The evidence was ant to make Gap more cooperative in the investigation against Listoan, not just to incriminate Gap.
After the police and Federal Bureau of Investigation agents left, the house felt empty.
Seeing the disarrayed furnishings, Vera gripped Lynch's hand tightly. She never imagined facing such a situation. She felt ashad because of her husband.
She couldn't even look Lynch in the eyes, not knowing how to explain this.
A rapist's wife?
Lynch comforted Vera and had her make a call. Soon, Vera's mother rushed over.
She was a woman in her early fifties, dressed well with refined makeup and styling, indicating she lived in a good environnt.
Seeing Lynch, she paused, her eyes slightly strange, but she quickly focused on her daughter.
At this point, Lynch stood up to take his leave. It wasn't appropriate for him to stay any longer; so things seed simple but were actually quite complex.
Around nine in the evening, he dialed the number on the business card given to him by the agent.
A young woman answered the phone, likely the agent's wife. Shortly after he explained the purpose of his call, he heard the agent's voice on the other end of the line.
"This is Lynch. Sorry to bother you at this ti. I've been troubled by sothing related to what happened today and didn't know who to consult. Maybe you can help?"
The agent hesitated but agreed, arranging to et at a bar.
Around 9:40 PM, in a slightly deserted bar in the city center of Sabin, they t.
Each ordered a drink and sat in a secluded, dimly lit booth without speaking. After about half a minute, Lynch spoke.
"Sotis, when we encounter problems, we don't know how to handle them. We can only seek help from those who can provide it."
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