1960: My uncle is the FBI Director

Chapter 208 A Detective from Chicago?

After dinner, it was completely dark.

Bernie returned to his apartment, tidied up briefly, and then prepared to head to Boehring Air Force Base.

Boehring Air Force Base is located in southeastern DC, adjacent to the Anacasta River.

At 9:30 p.m. tonight, the military arranged for a C-47 transport plane to fly to Dallas, Texas, to carry out a mission.

Bernie will hitch a ride back to Felton.

The "free ride" was arranged by a colleague using personal connections.

A colleague knew the dispatcher at Boehring Air Force Base and managed to get Bernie in.

Bernie was not on the passenger list.

Bernie was just about to leave when his supervisor, Rosen, called.

The supervisor, Rosen, spoke in a serious and earnest tone:
"Cancel all leave and personal arrangements now. Report to the second basement level of headquarters within half an hour."

He hung up the phone without giving Bernie a chance to react.

Bernie glanced at the receiver in his hand, his expression grave.

He didn't know what had happened, but he had been with the FBI for six months and had only experienced two instances of all-staff vacations being canceled in March.

At that time, they were still participating in selection training in Quantico. Apart from the instructors running out of time halfway through a class, they were not affected.

There was no such event when the Soviet Union successfully conducted a manned spaceflight test on April 12, nor when a certain incident occurred on April 17.

Bernie turned to look at Theodore.

The receiver was very loud, and Theodore could hear it clearly.

He had just opened his notebook to prepare for the second article.

Theodore didn't know what had happened either. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then put down what they were doing, quickly dressed, and went downstairs to leave.

To save time, Bernie didn't drive himself but instead chose to hitch a ride with Theodore.

The two arrived at the Department of Justice building in just twenty minutes.

Following the instructions of Supervisor Rosen, they took the elevator to the second basement level.

The second basement level has a "回"-shaped structure, with interrogation rooms lining both sides of the corridor.

When Theodore and Bernie arrived, there were already quite a few people there, but it was quiet.

Agent Blake at the door (the supervisor during selection training) had a stern face, just like during selection training.

He held a booklet, glanced at the two of them, made two marks in the booklet, and then pointed to the line behind him, indicating that the two of them should go and join the queue.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive; no one spoke or asked any questions.

Everyone lined up silently, handing over their service weapons and identification, and were taken away after inspection.

Soon it was Theodore's and Bernie's turn.

Bernie removed his gun holster, handed over his identification, and was led into an interrogation room.

Next up is Theodore.

Theodore was led into an interrogation room around the corner.

Having always sat opposite the suspect, Theodore was a little unaccustomed to being suddenly placed on the suspect's side.

The agent who brought Theodore to the interrogation room did not interrogate him; he simply brought him there and left.

Theodore sat alone in the interrogation room for a while, then the door opened and Supervisor Rosen hurried in.

He looked very busy; he brought in the documents in a messy state, not even bothering to organize them properly.

After entering, he threw the documents on the table, sat down opposite Theodore, and looked Theodore up and down.

Theodore met his gaze and guessed that their previous time alone together was probably not intentional.

Making prisoners wait before interrogation is also an interrogation technique, which he used when he was in Felton.

Supervisor Rosen smiled and looked away.

He quickly gathered the documents on the table, opened them to read, and asked Theodore without looking up:

“You were using Theodore Dixon’s false identity while you were working at Felton.”

"Theodore Dixon's identity is a fabricated document created for you by the department."

"That document successfully passed the review of the Felton Police Department and the FOP (Brotherhood of Police), leading them to believe that you were Theodore Dixon."

"A poor kid from DC."

Supervisor Rosen glanced up at Theodore, then looked down at the documents again.
"To whom did you proactively mention this experience?"

"Who knows that Theodore Dixon is Theodore Dixon Hoover?"

Theodore shifted his position, sat up straight, and looked straight ahead.

He didn't answer immediately, but remained silent for a few seconds before speaking when Supervisor Rosen noticed something was wrong and looked up at him.

Theodore countered by asking Rosen's supervisor:
Should we list them all?

Supervisor Rosen glanced at him, straightened his posture, and smiled:
Are you a Hollywood star?

Theodore met his gaze:

“During my time in Felton, I participated in Felton Police Department’s publicity campaigns on several occasions. Several Felton newspapers reported on me, and people in Felton and the surrounding counties probably know me.”

"After I became the youngest sergeant in the Felton Police Department, several Texas newspapers reported on it."

"Conservative estimates suggest that around 500,000 people know about this."

A brief silence fell over the interrogation room.

Supervisor Rosen was somewhat taken aback.

After realizing what he meant, he smiled and shook his head.

“But few of them knew that Theodore Dixon was Theodore Dixon Hoover.”

“I need to know that Theodore Dixon is on Theodore Dixon Hoover’s personnel list.”

Theodore looked at Supervisor Rosen with a strange expression:
How do I know who knows or who doesn't?

Supervisor Rosen closed the document, his expression becoming much more serious.

He tapped the table and asked Theodore seriously:

“I need you to know the list of people who know about your experience in Felton.”

Theodore abandoned his resistance to the interrogation.

He thought for a while and said:

"President Jack met with me when he traveled to Felton to give a campaign speech."

Supervisor Rosen paused in his act of opening the notebook, looked up, and asked him seriously:

Are you sure? He recognized you?

Theodore shook his head:
“I’m not sure. But I’ve met President Jack several times in DC.”

Supervisor Rosen wrote silently in his notebook.

Theodore didn't know what he had recorded, but he had recorded quite a lot.

After Rosen finished taking notes, he asked Theodore:

"During the selection training, did you or Bernie Sullivan ever reveal this experience to the trainees?"

Theodore shook his head.

After a moment's thought, Supervisor Rosen picked out a file from the somewhat messy pile of documents and handed it over.

Theodore took it, opened it, and began to read.

It contains records of the trial results of Henry Thompson's lawyer, as well as the information he had regarding Theodore.

The materials mainly focus on the Felton period and the selection and training period.

These two paragraphs are the most detailed. The sections before and after, as well as the month in between, are very brief, almost just mentioned in a single sentence.

After reading the document, Theodore quickly thought of a name:
Harold Wilson.

Supervisor Rosen took back the document and looked at him.

Theodore offered an explanation:
“Harold Wilson was the only one who recognized Bernie and me as…”

He paused for a moment, then reluctantly continued:

"The people of the Twin Detective Mediums." (See Chapter 123)
After the selection and training were completed, Theodore and Bernie met with other trainees from the same cohort at the personnel department.

At the time, Billy Hawke and other trainees were shocked that Theodore and Bernie could greet official FBI agents, but Harold Wilson was not surprised at all.

He even explained to Billy Hawke what the "Twin Psychic Detectives" were, and the fastest-promoted sergeant.

Harold Wilson explained that he learned about it from the newspaper.

Supervisor Rosen opened the interrogation room door, called Agent Blake over, and the two exchanged a few words in hushed tones before walking together toward the innermost part of the room.

…………

Harold Wilson is being interrogated.

The officer in charge of interrogating him was a middle-aged detective with short hair, a square face, and a stern expression.

He looks almost exactly like Agent Black, except for his appearance.

He read out one question after another in a cold tone.

Harold Wilson displayed just the right amount of unease, shifting his position and stammering as he answered.

The interrogation room door was opened, and the interrogation was interrupted.

After the square-faced detective went out, he huddled together with Supervisor Rosen and Detective Black. After exchanging words in hushed tones for a few minutes, the three of them went into the interrogation room together.

Harold Wilson's heart sank when he saw Supervisor Rosen appear.

He lowered his head slightly, then quickly looked up, his face full of confusion and a hint of unease.

Supervisor Rosen stared at him for a while, but did not interrogate him. Instead, he waved his hand and turned to leave the interrogation room.

Agents Black and Fang Fang rushed forward and pinned Harold Wilson to the table.

One was picking at his mouth, and the other was pulling off his clothes.

Harold Wilson struggled violently, but to no avail.

Soon, his clothes were stripped off, his shirt was stuffed into his mouth in a ball, and then tied up with a tie.

Two detectives lifted him up from either side and carried him outside.

Harold Wilson struggled briefly before being struck repeatedly by elbows from both men.

The two men delivered precise and powerful elbow strikes, causing Harold Wilson's stomach to clench.

The two men stopped elbowing each other, and Harold Wilson also stopped struggling.

He panicked and made loud noises, receiving several more elbow strikes.

Harold Wilson became completely obedient.

He cooperated and entered the elevator, was shoved into a car, and left the Department of Justice building.

He mentally reviewed his performance, wondering where he had gone wrong.

But these are no longer important.

His immediate concern was how to survive the FBI interrogation.

…………

Chief Inspector Hoover received a call from Attorney General Robert.

Robert, sounding somewhat exasperated, questioned him on the phone about what he was trying to do.

The FBI did not notify all agents to cancel their leave and be on standby.

Only the trainees selected and trained at the same time as Theodore received the notification.

The outside world is unclear about what happened at the FBI, but the commotion of summoning hundreds of agents to headquarters late at night has truly surprised many people.

The FBI's erratic actions have left both those in the know and those unaware of the situation feeling uneasy.

Whether they knew it or not, they all started taking action.

President Jack even called his brother Robert late at night to ask what had happened.

Robert was completely bewildered; he had received no notification of any FBI operation and could only call Director Hoover.

Director Hoover had already received a briefing from Director Rosen and was awaiting the results of the initial interrogation of Harold Wilson.

Although the person has been caught, the loophole has not yet been found.

He really couldn't sleep until he figured out which step went wrong.

At this point, Director Hoover was somewhat agitated. After receiving a signal from Tolson and learning that the call came from Robert, his face darkened.

He already knew that President Jack had visited Felton during the election campaign and met with Theodore.

Although there is currently no evidence that President Jack was involved in designing Theodore, in Chief Hoover's mind, it was highly likely that President Jack was behind it.

The CIA's actions were most likely instigated by President Jack.

Unlike the FBI, the CIA also goes through the Department of Justice, and it reports directly to the President.

Chief Hoover did not need evidence.

He stood up, took the microphone, and replied to Attorney General Robert in a very perfunctory tone, saying that it was just an FBI operation exercise, a normal activity, and that the relevant information would be completed on Monday.

Robert was convinced that Director Hoover was not telling the truth, but his influence over the FBI was virtually zero, and he didn't know of any other way to get answers except by asking Hoover.

He suppressed his anger and questioned Director Hoover again about the situation, mentioning President Jack and indicating that the White House was also paying attention.

Hoover stuck to his original story and asked Robert if he needed the procedural documents urgently, suggesting that he could have the internal affairs agent work overtime tonight and deliver the documents to Robert the next morning for his signature.

Robert's breathing became heavy.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then reluctantly ended the call.

Hoover put down the receiver and gave a heavy snort.

In his view, this was a sign that the president was guilty.

If the fact that the CIA sends people to the FBI were to be exposed, it would be a devastating blow to the CIA, which is already facing a purge.

If this was authorized by the president, the consequences are unimaginable.

He glanced at the phone again and discussed with Tolson how to make use of Harold Wilson.

Director Hoover planned to frame the incident as a “CIA subversion of domestic law enforcement authority” to pressure President Jack and Attorney General Robert in exchange for the passage of the communications security bill.

The CIA has no law enforcement authority in America.

When it came to work, Hoover quickly became incredibly energetic and showed no signs of sleepiness.

The two chatted until late at night, having long forgotten about the idea of ​​not talking about work at home.

At 3 a.m., Rosen's supervisor called.

Harold Wilson spoke.

He is indeed a CIA agent.

However, his infiltration of the FBI was not due to finding any loopholes; it was merely a coincidence and not replicable.

This news did not completely put Hoover at ease.

He directly ordered Director Rosen to conduct a full review of the FBI, as he did not want to hear of another case like Harold Wilson's.

After Rosen agreed, he reported on Harold Wilson's other statements.

There isn't actually much content.

Less than five hours have passed since they were arrested, and their interrogation has focused entirely on "how they infiltrated the FBI," leaving no time to learn anything else.

(End of this chapter)