Chapter 1209 Mr. Smith

At first, everyone's thoughts were still on the fact that the real murderer behind the scenes was actually a senator who might become the vice president of this country.

But soon, Cassel's sudden change of expression after answering the phone made everyone realize that something was wrong.

"He said he was a friend of Montgomery." The great writer covered the receiver and whispered to Jack.

While signaling him to turn on the speaker of his phone, Jack called up the tracking program that Alice had set up in advance on his tablet.

The reason why he gathered everyone who might be in danger here was that in addition to being secretive enough, the security level of the small building and its surroundings was no less than that of the federal building where the New York office was located.

Needless to say, surveillance and the like, including the nearby signal base stations, were all set up with backdoors by Alice.

In short, all mobile phones within a 3-kilometer range around the small building are under the monitoring range of the FBI, and can be tracked in real time if necessary.

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to come from an older man with a distinct Manhattan accent.

New York is a big city. People in a certain district have slightly different accents when speaking. Old Manhattanites have a big tongue when speaking, and the rolled tongue sounds are relatively less obvious. Almost all "o" sounds are pronounced as "aw".

The other party claimed to be an old friend of Montgomery. He had just received a package from the police inspector not long ago, which contained many important documents.

Montgomery hoped that he would keep these materials for safekeeping as a deterrent to the man behind the scenes, so as to prevent his family from being harmed and protect Beckett's safety.

Because the package had just been received, the mysterious man failed to stop the shooting at the funeral this morning, but before contacting Cassel, he had already contacted the man behind the scenes.

He assured Cassel on the phone that the previous agreement between Montgomery and the other party would continue. The man behind the scenes, of course, everyone already knew that the other party was Senator Bracken. He promised Beckett that there would be no danger again, but the premise was that she must stop investigating her mother's death.

As the call was hung up, everyone had different expressions. Jack sighed silently. Although he didn't remember how the original plot developed, in his opinion, this kind of behavior of seeking the skin of a tiger was obviously undesirable.

Checks and balances only happen when the strength of both sides is relatively close, such as the Soviet Union and the United States during the Cold War.

Beckett, a small detective of the NYPD, even with Cassel, a writer, is just two ants in the eyes of a senator who is about to participate in the presidential election and is likely to become the vice president.

Let's not talk about whether these materials are enough to convict the other party. Even if the evidence is conclusive, the trouble it can cause to Senator Bracken is probably very limited.

Just look at the recent election years and you will know that since a former presidential couple started killing, there has been a lot of black material flying around, but the result is that the whistleblower, insiders and reporters have died a lot, and even if they are shot eight times in the back, they can commit suicide, while the person whose black material was exposed is unscathed.

Judging from the series of events that have happened so far, Robert Bracken may have been taught by the Donkey Party, and professional killers have been sent out one after another, endlessly.

If Jack had not been sure that the other party should not know the true relationship between Frank and Cassel, he might have regarded the mercenaries who raided Frank's house as the work of this congressman.

"Although the other party used an anonymous mobile phone, the location was confirmed. It is a mansion in Greenwich, Connecticut. The owner of the mansion is named Michael Smith."

Jack entered the address into the mobile navigation and looked at the others, "Who of you is willing to go with me?"

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Greenwich is just on the edge of New York State, less than an hour's drive from Manhattan. It is known as the richest town in the world and the place with the most billionaires and multi-millionaires in the United States. It is said that the indoor area of ​​the newly built mansions here is no less than 5,000 square meters.

According to the information found, Michael Smith is a retired lawyer with a net worth of tens of millions and a person of considerable social status. This may be another reason why Montgomery can trust him with the materials in addition to his favor.

Jack was accompanied by Beckett and Cassel. Frank disappeared again after getting the list Jack found, leaving behind Sarah Ross with big eyes.

"Detective Beckett, Mr. Cassel, and this unknown young gentleman, how did you find me?" The 70-year-old man, who looked gentle and elegant, looked a little surprised when he saw the three people after opening the door.

He recognized Cassel and Beckett at a glance. Obviously, he had done some research beforehand, at least remembering their appearance in the photos.

"Jack Tavoler, FBI." Jack introduced himself and glanced at the two slightly excited and nervous followers behind him, smiling at them.

"Aren't you going to invite us in, Mr. Smith?"

"Well, please come in, ladies and gentlemen." Mr. Smith sighed, but still turned sideways to invite the three people into the house.

Although the old man looked a little old, he was well maintained. Except for a slightly hunched body, his legs and feet were still strong.

Leading the three people into the study, he came to the pile of documents spread out in front of the desk, gathered them all together, put them into a thick manila envelope, and held it in his hand.

"You guys are probably here to ask me for these things, right?"

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Jack glanced at the table and found that in addition to the things that were put away, there were also a lot of new and old newspaper clippings, from the earliest reports of Beckett's mother's murder to the news of the death of Superintendent Montgomery.

"It seems that you have been paying attention to this matter for a long time, Mr. Smith." He deliberately asked tentatively.

"No, all of them were collected by Montgomery, only the top one was cut from yesterday's newspaper. Before receiving the package last night, I knew nothing about the whole thing, so, is the FBI also paying attention to this case?"

After asking the three people if they wanted a drink and being rejected, the old man poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"No, I didn't know about this case much earlier than you did, Mr. Smith." Jack replied.

"Then do you mind if I look at your ID?"

After receiving a positive answer, the old man put on his reading glasses and carefully checked Jack's FBI ID under the light, looking a little disappointed.

"Excuse me, Agent Tavoler, I don't think it's a wise choice for you to get involved in this matter."

Is he too low-ranking? Jack just smiled and didn't explain much.