Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 87 Kidnapping
In the car, Kane only dared to sit on the seat with half of his buttocks. He held the steering wheel with one hand, with a gloomy face, looking straight ahead, and said nothing.

Bill, who was sitting in the passenger seat, wanted to say something but hesitated. He was not sure whether he had done that last night.

Kane's memory was fragmented. He had no recollection of how he got to the motel. He asked the front desk clerk, who told him that they had come here last night supporting each other.

I wanted to check the surveillance but found none. There was a camera on the road opposite the motel, but it was not pointing in this direction.

He knew it must be that Roy's doing, but he couldn't do anything about him for the time being. His money was gone, and he didn't dare to say anything. He could only suffer in silence.

After all, this kind of thing is too damn embarrassing.

If word of this gets out...

Kane has no face to stay in the NYPD.

After a long while, Kane said coldly:

"Watch your mouth. We were all at our respective homes last night."

Bill: “…”

tear-

A piercing pain came from my buttocks.

Kane grinned...

……

Four days later…

Oscar flew back to New York.

The trip to Los Angeles went smoothly. His cousin picked him up at the airport and he borrowed a car from his cousin. Using the address Roy gave him, Oscar easily found Beate Marie's mother's home.

As the information states, Mahone's ex-wife, Beata Marie, and their children have been living in their mother's home.

Through tracking, Oscar found the private hospital that kept Mary's case record. After his cousin asked someone to help him, Oscar got what he wanted and obtained a copy of Mary's case record.

Then, he rushed back to New York without stopping.

In the car...

Roy took the document bag Oscar handed over.

He pulled out the case file.

Beate Marie's name and photo came into view.

Read on.

Roy murmured, "Mitochondrial disease?"

Through the description in the case, Roy learned that Mahone's ex-wife Beate Marie suffered from a rare mitochondrial disease, which is caused by mutations in mitochondrial genes and nuclear genes and can affect multiple organs and systems.

Mary's mitochondrial disease is different from other common mitochondrial diseases. Hers is more rare and requires special drugs and professional targeted treatment.

In Los Angeles, only Cedars-Sinai Medical Center has the ability to treat this rare disease, but it is only treatment and cannot cure it.

What's more frightening is that this is a hereditary disease.

This means that there is a high probability that Mahone and Mary's daughter will develop the same disease as Mary in the near future.

The medical expenses in private hospitals are not something to be taken lightly.

Although Ma Hong is a senior FBI agent, if he does not use any illegal means, his salary after tax deduction is not very much.

A few days ago, when Mahone was drunk, he told Roy that he was selling his property in New York. If his financial situation was good, there was no need to sell the house in such a hurry.

From this point, Roy can analyze that Ma Hong is very short of money recently and will be very short of money in the future. This is a breakthrough.

A breakthrough that could pull Ma Hong down...

That night...

Roy drove Oscar's stolen fake-brand pickup truck to the safe house.

Rashid Garrett, who was skin and bones, begged Roy for food pitifully. This time, Roy gave him ten days' rations.

Inside the warehouse, Roy first changed his clothes into a hooded jacket and jeans, then opened the back cover of the pickup truck and began to load things into it, including a shovel, a pickaxe, ropes, tape, an axe, a gasoline barrel, and everything else that was necessary.

In addition to these tools, he also brought $10 in cash, two M1911 pistols with the serial numbers erased, which he bought on the black market, a silencer, and several spare magazines.

After doing all this, Roy drove the pickup truck out of the warehouse. At 12:15 am...

Roy quietly followed a Harley motorcycle to Pimp Street, a favorite place for poor people in Brooklyn.

The streets are filled with all kinds of garbage, needles and syringes can be seen everywhere, and the smell of feces, urine and farts mixed with the surrounding air, permeating the area.

It is said that the minimum price to take away a person who has fallen from the street here is twenty dollars, and the maximum is no more than eighty dollars.

Black girls of all shapes and sizes are the main force here, white girls are not uncommon, and Latinos can also be seen frequently...

The Harley stopped in front of a Mexican woman. The woman came forward and made flirtatious gestures, and the motorcyclist was not sure what she was saying to her.

It looks like they are negotiating the price.

After a while, the Mexican woman got on the motorcycle.

Roy continued to follow.

The man drove his Harley motorcycle across a street, into a dark alley, and stopped at the end.

Before entering the alley, Roy turned off all the lights in the vehicle.

Through the Harley's taillights, Roy was observing the person's every move from 100 meters away, and saw the Mexican woman squatting on the ground.

About fifteen minutes later...

The man pulled up his trousers and fastened his belt.

The woman left the scene via a side road.

Seeing the motorcyclist getting back on the Harley, Roy hid behind the pickup truck. The Harley's headlights lit up and the man stepped on the accelerator and returned the same way.

Just as he passed the rear of the pickup truck, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows, grabbed the man's collar and pulled him off the moving motorcycle.

"what!!"

The motorcycle man shouted subconsciously.

Roy pressed his back to the ground, knelt on one knee at his neck to make him unable to move, grabbed his hair and pulled it back hard, then turned on a strong flashlight and shone it on the motorcyclist's face.

It’s this person, no doubt about it.

After confirming the identity, Roy knocked the man unconscious.

Roy wrapped the man's mouth with tape and tied his hands and feet with ropes, then threw him into the trunk of a pickup truck. After closing the trunk lid, he left quietly.

As for the Harley that was dumped not far away with the key in it, it would be taken away by nearby thieves in less than ten minutes, and then sent to an illegal modification factory to erase the engine number, and it would disappear completely...

Roy took out his cell phone and dialed Mahone's number.

The call is connected:
"Roy?"

Ma Hong was a little surprised that Roy called him at this time.

"Where are you? Let's meet."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm in..."

Half an hour later, the pickup truck driven by Roy stopped in front of Mahone. Mahone looked at the old Ford pickup truck that Roy was driving and got in the car.

Without waiting for Mahone to speak, Roy stepped on the accelerator and drove straight to the suburbs.

In the car, Ma Hong asked:
"Where are we going?"

Roy stared ahead and said:
"You'll know when you get there in a bit. How's the sale of your house going?"

"Several people have come to see it in the past few days, but the bids are relatively low. Maybe they think I'm in a hurry to sell it, so they're trying to lower the price. But... never mind... it's 20% below the market price."

Roy heard helplessness in Ma Hong's words.

The Ford pickup left the city and drove on the state highway for about fifteen minutes before turning onto a dirt road...

Ma Hong: "What are we doing?"

(End of this chapter)