1960: My uncle is the FBI Director

Chapter 264 You Need a Substitute!
Little Sullivan is running around the house.

He somehow found Bernie's police badge, hung it around his neck, put on a cowboy hat, held a toy gun, and led his dog into the bedroom, yelling and shouting.

Mrs. Sullivan is trying on clothes to prepare for tomorrow afternoon's bowling league match.

This was the first time she had participated in her husband's work since arriving in DC.

She hopes to be in her best form.

Sullivan Jr. didn't care about any of that.

He was so engrossed in his role that he pretended to be a sheriff chasing a notorious thief, yanking a long blue dress off the bed and yelling menacingly at Mrs. Sullivan:
"See where you think you can run now! We've caught you red-handed!"

Mrs. Sullivan snatched her dress back and pointed upstairs:

"Go to bed!"

"It's already ten o'clock!"

Sullivan rolled over on the spot and hid on the other side of the bed.

He leaned out and pointed the toy gun at Mrs. Sullivan:

"FBI!"

"Drop your weapons! Put your hands behind your head! Kneel on the ground!"

"Let me see your hands!"

The dog beside him, its front paws pawing on the bed, barked excitedly at Mrs. Sullivan.

Mrs. Sullivan felt a headache coming on, put down the necklace she was holding, and walked over.

Sullivan Jr. is also warning:

"Stop!"

"I'm going to shoot!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Sullivan snatched the gun from his hand.

Little Sullivan cried out in pain, let go of the leash, scrambled to his feet, and ran outside.

"Hurry! Stop her! I'm going to call for backup!"

Bernie's dog thought Mrs. Sullivan was playing with it and excitedly pounced on her, knocking her onto the bed.

Sullivan Jr. seized the opportunity and ran away.

Mrs. Sullivan pushed the dog aside, chased after him, grabbed little Sullivan's nightgown, and pulled him back.

Sullivan struggled and shouted:

"The righteous Inspector Sullivan will not yield to evil robbers!"

Bernie's dog rushed out of the bedroom, jumping and barking excitedly around Mrs. Sullivan and little Sullivan.

Mrs. Sullivan frightened him:

"It's already 10 o'clock. If you don't go to sleep soon, I won't take you to the game tomorrow!"

This trick worked very well; Sullivan immediately quieted down.

Mrs. Sullivan gently nudged her dog, which was circling around her legs, and pointed upstairs:
"Now, go to sleep."

"Fall asleep before your dad gets back, and I'll take you tomorrow."

Little Sullivan sat up, immediately took the dog upstairs, and stopped after taking two steps.

He stood at the top of the stairs, hesitating as he tried to negotiate with Mrs. Sullivan:
"If I can fall asleep before Daddy comes home, can he buy me a spaceship tomorrow?"

Mrs. Sullivan didn't speak, she just stared at him.

Bernie's dog sensed the change in atmosphere, tucked its tail between its legs, whimpered, and pulled on its leash to go upstairs.

Little Sullivan wanted to persist, but seeing Mrs. Sullivan's gloomy face, he ran upstairs.

Finally, some peace and quiet!
Mrs. Sullivan stood there for a moment and looked outside.

It was pitch black outside.

She checked the time again; it was already past ten o'clock.

Bernie hasn't come back yet.

Mrs. Sullivan was somewhat worried and had lost all interest in trying on the clothes.

She walked to the phone, hesitated whether to make a call and ask, then put the receiver down, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Another ten minutes or so later, the sound of an engine came from the yard.

Bernie is back.

Mrs. Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief and got up to greet her.

Bernie hugged Mrs. Sullivan and quietly inquired about the situation at home.

After changing his clothes, he went upstairs to check on the child.

Little Sullivan was peering out the window when he heard a noise and immediately went to bed, pretending to be asleep.

After waiting for a while and hearing no movement, he couldn't help but peek through a crack in his eye to check the situation. He saw Bernie standing by his bedside, staring at him.

Little Sullivan quickly closed his eyes, held his breath, lay down for a while, then opened his eyes again and whispered to Bernie if he could not tell Mrs. Sullivan that he was still awake. Bernie nodded and told him to go to sleep quickly, otherwise he would not be able to help cover it up when Mrs. Sullivan came up to check.

Sullivan immediately closed his eyes:

"I'm already asleep."

Coming downstairs, Mrs. Sullivan asked him:
"Is Kali (Carl Sullivan, nickname) asleep?"

Bernie held her close, sniffing her neck:

"No."

He told me not to tell you he wasn't asleep yet.

Mrs. Sullivan complained to him about little Sullivan's naughtiness.

Bernie listened silently until Mrs. Sullivan finished complaining, then he said in a low voice:
"Let's have another one."

…………

the next morning.

Bernie was ten minutes late.

He explained that the traffic was too bad.

Theodore stared at him for a moment, then hesitantly asked him:

"Should we let Agent Cronin come on as a substitute this afternoon?"

Bernie waved his hand:
"Need not!"

"I didn't sleep well last night! My back hurts a bit!"

"You'll recover soon!"

Theodore was skeptical.

Bernie changed the subject, asking why he had invited Martin Joseph Cronin to join him at the dinner table the previous night.

Theodore pointed to the documents on the table:

"We need an internal affairs agent, preferably one who is proficient in data statistics and analysis."

"Martin Joseph Cronin would be a good fit."

“He also has some forensic skills. We may be going to some places that do not have laboratory facilities. He can help save time in sending samples back for analysis.”

Bernie asked him:

"Didn't two people already participate in the selection and training at Quantico's place?"

Theodore shook his head:

"But the selection and training will not end until August."

Bernie shrugged:
"But he has already refused."

Theodore corrected him with a serious expression:
"Agent Cronin said he needed to go back and think about it; he didn't refuse outright."

He paused, then asked Bernie:

"Are you sure you don't need Agent Cronin to replace you?"

Bernie waved his hands repeatedly, his face resolute:
"Need not!"

He looked around, pointed to the open package on Theodore's table, and asked:

"what is this?"

Theodore gave him a suspicious look, then took three file folders out of his bag:
"It was sent by the Seventh Precinct this morning."

"Identity information of the deceased, No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4."

Bernie picked up the file folder and looked at it.

The file folder was labeled with the person's name.

It's not a name, but a nickname.

The one in his hand is called 'Lucky Star'.

Bernie pulled out the files and looked through them, finding that they were mostly arrest records.

The last arrest record was for January 17, 1959.

In addition to the arrest record, there are several transcripts of conversations.

The people being talked to were 'Lucky Star's' former pimp and 'sisters'.

The records show that they thought Lucky Star's facial features resembled Maggie Doe's.

Bernie looked at Theodore.

Theodore was also shrugging:
"The Seventh Precinct used the degree of resemblance to Maggie Doe as an important criterion to screen all missing prostitutes in its jurisdiction, and obtained these three most similar ones."

Bernie felt like he wasn't just 10 minutes late, but had skipped a whole day of work.

(End of this chapter)