America, starting as a trainee police officer

Chapter 105 Fiona and Karen's Completely Different Mornings

Gray examined the bag closely; it was unremarkable.

"That's right, and things aren't that simple. There must be someone within the police force who leaked information to the gang."

"Allright, go and interrogate Franco. Try to get the mole out of him."

"Yes, sir."

Tim nodded and left with the evidence.

"How are you guys? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Gray then looked at Levi and the others.

"No, sir."

"Thanks for asking, I think I have a slight sprain in my ankle." Nolan was the only one who twisted his ankle.

"Nolan, I'm asking Officer Chen."

Gray couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You all did a great job."

Gray ultimately gave his approval to the four rookies.

"Sir, are we now considered cleared of suspicion?"

"Not yet, Constable West. You are still under suspicion until the police force determines who leaked the operational information."

"So, go home and get some rest."

That evening, Franco betrayed Ortiz.

Zoe arrived at the hospital, to Detective Ortiz's ward.

She knocked on the door.

"Did I disturb your rest?"

"Of course not, please come in, Inspector." Ortiz was holding a cup of pudding and eating it.

"I thought I'd come and check on your recovery. You've been eating nothing but pudding?"

As she spoke, Zoe walked to the table next to the hospital bed.

"This kind of food is practically the only bright spot in the hospital. Want a box?"

Ortiz didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, no, thank you, please enjoy your meal."

Upon hearing this, Ortiz shrugged and continued eating his pudding.

"Oh, by the way, there's something I need to tell you."

After a pause, Zoe looked at Ortiz: "The person who stole the two hundred thousand has been found."

Wow! That's great news.

Upon hearing this news, Ortiz was stunned for a moment before finally managing to utter this sentence.

"It turns out that the money had already been stolen before the incident occurred."

"Gangster Franco De Santis stole $250,000 before the police raid."

"We checked the person's phone call records and found that he received a phone call just before he went into the house to get the money and left."

Do you know where this phone call came from?

Ortiz shook his head: "Uh, how would I know?"

He tried his best to act as if he knew nothing about it.

"Police station."

Upon hearing those two words, Ortiz smiled and put down the pudding he was holding.

"You...you think it was me—me who made the call?"

"Hmm, you're the one who hit me."

"Look, Franco has confessed to you. Now you have one last chance, Ortiz."

"What? I don't quite understand what you're talking about?"

Hearing this, Ortiz was a little confused.

"Return the money, and I'll try my best to put in a good word for you with the officials in the Ministry of the Interior."

"Having the testimony of the Minister of the Interior can have a significant influence on the judge's verdict. It might even help secure a suspended sentence."

"What do you mean? You now suspect I took the money?"

"Hmm, you're the only one who knows that Franco took two hundred thousand dollars."

Upon hearing this, Ortiz covered his forehead.

I was just about to get up.

"Ahhh~"

Zoe shook her head and pressed down on his shoulder: "Shhhhhh—don't move."

"Keep enjoying your pudding. Think carefully about what I said; if you change your mind, you know how to contact me."

Just as Zoe finished speaking, two policemen walked in from outside.

One of them took out handcuffs and handcuffed Ortiz to the hospital bed.

North Wallace, No. 2119.

In the early morning, Fiona rubbed her sleepy eyes.

He reluctantly got up.

It was just beginning to get light.

But in order to support her children, Fiona had to work from dawn till dusk.

I have to work three jobs to support such a large family.

bathroom.

Fiona held a toothbrush in one hand, staring blankly at herself in the mirror.

She didn't know if she was bewitched or what.

Three whole months.

She never took the initiative to go out and hook up with anyone.

She even wondered if she was sick.

Suddenly, the light bulb in the toilet flickered.

And then that was it, nothing more, just pitch black.

"What the hell? Really?"

Fiona stared incredulously at the bathroom ceiling light through the dim light coming from the window.

"Karl!!!"

Fiona's first reaction was that Karl was doing something silly and had tripped the power switch.

"It wasn't me! Hector cut off our power again!"

Downstairs, Carl leaned against the window, watching the power company workers who had just cut off his electricity not far away.

Fiona was somewhat devastated upon hearing this.

After rinsing the toothpaste foam out of my mouth by turning on the tap, I put on a coat and left home.

Seeing this, Carl quickly followed behind his older sister.

Debbie, who was standing nearby, followed.

Outside the house, in front of a power company engineering vehicle.

"Hector! Could you—"

Fiona caught up with them.

"Not this time, Fiona. This is the third red notice this year, and I'm sorry."

Debbie chimed in, "It's not the first time the power's been cut off, and it won't be the last."

Hector glanced at Debbie, then at Fiona: "Is it possible for you to raise the money today?"

“We have the money, she just forgot to pay,” Debbie added.

Fiona shrugged. "I worked an extra shift yesterday and completely forgot about it."

"Okay, then call me after you pay, and I'll get your electricity back on today."

With that, Hector handed Fiona a power outage payment notice.

After receiving the notification, Fiona glanced at the numbers and shook her head.

Meanwhile, at the Jackson family home.

It's Jackson as Karen Jackson, not Jackson West as Jackson.

On the table.

A family of four is enjoying breakfast.

Frank, Karen, Sheila, and Eddie.

A strange family.

"Am I supposed to watch a bunch of pagan actors complain about how terrible America is?"

"I'll continue to focus on athletes who use steroids."

Eddie glanced at the news in the newspaper and muttered a complaint.

Just then, Sheila came over carrying a plate of breakfast.

She smiled as she looked at Karen and Frank.

"How is it? Does it taste alright?"

"The banana and blueberry flavors are absolutely delicious!"

Frank spared no praise.

On the one hand, Sheila was indeed a superb cook; on the other hand, Frank would say that any free food was delicious, as long as it wasn't poisonous.

"Mmm, it's really delicious, Mom."

Karen added from the side.

"Really?" Sheila seemed very pleased to hear their praise.

Eddie then picked up his empty plate, indicating that he also wanted to have breakfast.

But Sheila shoveled it back down.