The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 214 The End
"The rest is up to the FBI." Before Eric could think further, there was a knock on the door.

dong dong!

The knock came just in time. Eric's heart skipped a beat; things here could finally begin to move forward.

"The FBI is probably about to start questioning me." Eric, already mentally prepared, walked towards the door.

He wasn't afraid of what was happening here; in essence, the situation here was similar to that in Los Angeles.

They were both killing criminal suspects; there was no difference.

If asked, he should answer truthfully.

After all, his acting skill level 4 (proficient) didn't come for nothing; he relied on this skill to get through the Los Angeles Police Department!
With a click, the door opened.

To Eric's surprise, when he opened the door, he was greeted by a very familiar black face.

The other person had a gloomy face, but his eyes and micro-expressions were full of emotions he had never seen before. Eric seemed to see a sentence pop up above the other person's head: "Well done, kid."

Who else could this be but Daves?

Eric paused for a moment: "Sir, what brings you here?" But then he understood everything, chuckled, and stepped aside to let Daves in.

Seeing Eric's state, Daves entered the room, observed for a moment, and sighed, "It's all because of you! Tell me, did you take this leave to go out and have fun, or to commit murder?"

"Bad luck, bad luck." Eric saw the fatigue in Daves's eyes and knew that he hadn't rested after his night shift, so he said somewhat awkwardly.

"You know I'm a notoriously unlucky guy, so you've come to help me, sir?"

Daves nodded and first explained the Los Angeles Police Department's arrangements to Eric.

I explained everything, from the lawyer's explanation to the subsequent arrangements.

Moreover, because the incident occurred out of state and involved deadly force, he will be temporarily placed on paid administrative leave for at least two weeks after the FBI and local criminal investigations conclude.

This is standard procedure, regardless of whether there are any errors.

A familiar taste. Eric nodded and said, "I understand, sir."

Why not take a two-week paid vacation? It might only give him a few attribute points, but that's fine too. He can take this opportunity to sort out everything.

Daves, unusually, didn't say anything to him at this moment. Instead, he said, "I just spoke with the FBI here when I came over. They'll ask you some questions later. The union lawyer and I will be there. Just answer truthfully. Anyway, you've been to many places like this before, so you're experienced."

As he spoke, Daves's expression turned strange: "But it's best to tone it down and not go too far."

Eric shrugged and said, "Honestly, I've always been sincere, sir!"

Upon hearing these shameless words, Daves was suddenly overwhelmed by a series of memories, and he took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to draw his gun.

"It better be so!"

The two chatted for a while longer, and then union lawyer Morrison arrived.

This was also a lawyer Eric knew well; he had helped with previous compensation cases.

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Daves and union lawyer Morrison were very attentive, providing him with a detailed analysis of the FBI's possible questioning strategies, the pitfalls to avoid, and how to protect himself without violating regulations.

Listening to these detailed suggestions, Eric couldn't help but sigh. The United States was indeed one of the countries that paid the most attention to procedures and processes.

Just as Morrison was explaining the key point, emphasizing that I must review any documents that require his signature first, the doorbell rang again.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze for a moment. Daves and Morrison exchanged a glance; it was inevitable. "Get ready," Morrison said to Eric.

Eric shrugged, indicating that he was relatively relaxed.

“I’ll open it,” Morrison nodded and opened the door.

Two men in dark suits stood outside the door.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a stern face, and next to him was a slightly younger detective carrying a briefcase.

The middle-aged man showed his FBI badge, his voice steady but with an official tone: "FBI Agent Rogers, this is my partner, Agent Cole."

We need to formally question Officer Eric Stevens about the shooting that occurred last night at the Anley Cafe.

Morrison also showed his lawyer's credentials: "Morrison, Los Angeles Police Department union attorney, legal representative of Officer Eric, and by procedure, I must be present for all questioning processes."

Rogers nodded and said, "That's how it should be."

Upon hearing this, Morrison stepped aside and said, "Please come in."

Agent Rogers' gaze lingered on Morrison's face for a second, then swept over Eric and Daves standing inside the door, nodded slightly, and led his partner in.

For a time, the hotel room was set up as a temporary information desk.

The representatives of both sides sat facing each other, clearly separated.

“Officer Eric,” Rogers looked at Eric, who remained calm, with curiosity in his eyes. He knew this man was a formidable figure; anyone who knew him would be amazed by him.

"Thank you for agreeing to speak with us. Last night's incident was serious, involving the deaths of several militants. We need you to recall and recount the events in full and in detail, from the moment you arrived at the scene until the end of the firefight."

This will help us uncover the truth.

Eric nodded and began his narration from the point in time when he encountered the group of troublesome children; it was simple for him.

The two sides exchanged questions and answers, and time slowly passed.

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Rogers stared at Eric for a few seconds. Eric was quite calm and answered questions meticulously. Rogers couldn't find any loopholes in Eric's answers.

Even without his lawyer and his direct supervisor present, the young man could still pass the test.

"The younger generation is truly formidable!" Thinking this, Rogers glanced at the two men who had been guarding Eric's side. After weighing the pros and cons, he swallowed his desire to poach him.
"Our initial questioning of the core incident ends here for now, Officer Eric. Thank you for your cooperation, but the investigation is far from over. We may need you to provide additional information or conduct further questioning at any time. Please keep your communication channels open."

Eric nodded and said, "OK!"

Upon hearing this, Rogers put away the recorder, gestured for Cole to tidy up the notebook, then they both stood up, and Rogers smiled at Eric:

"Furthermore, given the severity and complexity of the incident, and the highly traumatic experience you personally went through, we recommend that you undergo an independent psychological evaluation. The FBI has experienced trauma specialists who can provide this service."

Morrison interrupted him directly: "The LAPD has arranged the most professional psychological counseling and trauma assessment services for Officer Eric. This is standard procedure and internal care mechanism of the Los Angeles Police Department."

We will ensure he receives the best possible support, and if he needs any assistance from the FBI, we will contact him through official channels.

Rogers' lips twitched slightly. The Los Angeles Police Department was really keeping a close watch on things! But in the end, he just nodded: "Understood. In that case, let's call it a day. We'll take our leave."

As the FBI agents left and the door closed, it signified that the matter here had come to an end.

(End of this chapter)