"Deputy, please don't call them; it's really not necessary. Let's have a good talk, you ask whatever you want to ask directly from ." The chubby lady led Luke and Xia Hei to a nearby sofa,
"Please have a seat. What would you like to drink? I'll have soone prepare it—tea, coffee, we have both.
The tea is even shipped from back ho, costing thousands per pound. My husband usually can't bear to drink it; I'll go pour you a pot."
Luke suddenly felt as if he were back ho working on a case, and pointed at the sofa across, "Sit down to talk."
"Yes."
Luke shook the business card in his hand, "I ask what, you answer what, understand?"
"No problem, we just run a small business, nothing illegal, nothing to hide, definitely will cooperate with both of you on the investigation."
"What's your na?"
"Zhang Wenyan, this is my business card." The chubby lady handed over a business card with both hands.
Luke took the business card and saw, Modish Moms Maternity Center:
Lobby Manager, Zhang Wenyan.
"Who calls the shots in this maternity center?"
"My husband decides on big matters, I decide on the small ones, my husband is not here, you can just talk to ."
Luke observed the chubby lady's figure, thinking inwardly that without so connections, she wouldn't likely be the front desk.
"Do you know Mrs. Kenneth?"
"Recognize."
"What's her real na?"
"Ma Yanfang, but later she thought it sounded too rustic and changed her na to Amy Ma."
"Seems like you're quite familiar with her."
"Not really, but the Chinese community here isn't very big, finding out about soone isn't hard."
"What's the relationship between your maternity center and her?"
Zhang Wenyan furrowed her brow, seeming troubled, "Can't really say we have a relationship, just that... how do I put it."
"I know there's a business connection between you, I'm here only to investigate Amy Ma, and I'm not interested in the grey business interests of your maternity center.
You can now make hypothetical statents that won't be used as evidence in court."
Zhang Wenyan let out a sigh of relief, "Actually, it's nothing much, she just helps us bring in clients, and for each client she introduces, she gets a commission."
"How much does she make per client?"
Zhang Wenyan hesitated again.
"Ti to stop hiding things now. We're not from the IRS, and we don't care about your tax evasion; we just need to investigate Amy Ma as a person."
Zhang Wenyan still wasn't reassured, "Then why are you investigating her?"
"Amy Ma was kidnapped. We are investigating the people who have a stake in her affairs."
"Kidnapped!" Zhang Wenyan showed a shocked expression, "When did this happen, how do I not know about it?"
"June 19th, between 9 PM and midnight, where were you?"
"At ho, that was my husband's birthday, I had invited a bunch of friends over to celebrate, and it wasn't over till after eleven, and by the ti I cleaned up, it was midnight."
"When was the last ti you saw Amy Ma?"
"At least a half month ago, to be honest, I don't really like associating with her. I an she isn't young anymore, always dresses up flamboyantly, it's not really my thing to interact with such people.
We only contact due to business reasons, like when there's a client, she would call ."
"Has she been acting unusual lately, or offended anyone?"
Zhang Wenyan thought for a mont, "About a week ago, on June 14th or 15th, soone ca looking for her.
Thinking about it now, that person was rather odd.
This man ca in, claiming Mrs. Kenneth had referred him, saying his family mber wanted to use our maternity center, so I started chatting with him.
Initially, it felt normal, asking about the maternity center's conditions, living environnt, food, hygiene, and such, it really seed like he was interested, even inquiring about the current prices carefully.
After talking a fair bit, he shifted the topic to Mrs. Kenneth, kept asking if I could get in touch with her, wanted to arrange a eting with her.
I felt sothing was off, I thought, hadn't she referred him?
Now why is he asking about her?
I slled a rat and didn't agree.
Later, he asked for Mrs. Kenneth's address, I didn't tell him that either.
Eventually, seeing that I wasn't responsive, he left."
"Did he say why he was looking for Mrs. Kenneth?"
"No."
"Do you have his photo or surveillance footage?"
"To protect the privacy of pregnant won, there are no caras inside the maternity center, though outside caras are installed."
"Can you describe what he looked like?"
"Asian, thick eyebrows, wearing sunglasses, a bit dark, of dium build, about 180 cm tall, looked to be in his early thirties."
As Zhang Wenyan described, Luke compared the man's details with the information from the scene's footprint analysis.
[Shoes, rhombus-patterned leather shoes
Gender, Male
Height, 175-180CM
Weight, 70-80 kilograms
Age, between 30 and 35 years.]
Zhang Wenyan's description of height, weight, and age were approximately accurate.
Luke pursued further, "What shoes was he wearing?"
Zhang Wenyan, touching her forehead, "I can't rember clearly, it seed... like leather shoes, maybe."
"How did he get here?"
"Seems like he drove."
"What kind of car?"
"A black car, I can't quite rember the brand."
Luke walked outside, glanced at the cara above the door, "Pull up the surveillance footage, I need to check it."
Zhang Wenyan, though sowhat reluctant, didn't dare refuse and, following Luke's instructions, pulled up the surveillance footage.
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