1960: My uncle is the FBI Director

Chapter 65 is difficult to review (please continue reading).

Theodore and Bernie conducted a second interrogation of Cynthia Moore in the homicide unit's interrogation room number one.

After Theodore told her about Paul Anderson's kidnapping of Donald Moore, she told her everything.

Two years ago, she was anxious about the cost of David Moore's debridement surgery.

The bank deemed them unable to repay and rejected their loan application.

Her colleague, Paul Anderson, acted as a guarantor for her to a man named Johnson, who helped her secure a loan.

Once, Paul Anderson got drunk and said he liked her, didn't mind that she was already married, and said they could maintain their relationship like that.

She reluctantly agreed.

Their relationship continued until this year. David Moore suddenly became a good husband again.

This made her feel extremely guilty, and she took the initiative to cut off all contact with Paul Anderson.

When Theodore asked whether David Moore knew about her relationship with Paul Anderson, Cynthia paused for a moment, then recalled...
“One night he told me to wait until he died and marry a healthy man. His only request was that I treat Donald well.”

After telling her everything she knew, she expressed her wish to visit Donald Moore.

This request went unanswered.

As I emerged from interrogation room number 1, a dense crowd had gathered outside.

The homicide squad, the violent crimes unit, Wenner, Santos, Kahor, Chief Widek, the senior police inspector, and the judge and prosecutor dragged in by Santos are all here.

They listened to the entire interrogation process.

The large office was unusually quiet, with only the creaking of the electric fan.

Theodore nodded slightly to them and prepared to enter interrogation room number 2. Paul Anderson was imprisoned there.

The senior police superintendent stopped him and said in a deep voice, "All you got was a love story and a name whose existence is unknown. This is far from what you expected."

“Perhaps it’s time to let them take over.” He gestured to the violent crime unit.

When the detective from the Violent Crimes Unit saw the senior superintendent pointing at him, he immediately tensed up and looked at Theodore with a pitiful, weak, and helpless expression.

Theodore shook his head. "No, she has told us enough."

The senior superintendent believed he was putting on a brave face. He appreciated the friendship, but his job wasn't to appreciate friendship.

He asked Theodore for reasons why he needed to reassess the risks.

"After helping Cynthia Moore borrow money, Paul Anderson immediately proposed to her and received a response."

“He is manipulating Cynthia Moore through economic means.”

“With David Moore’s death, Cynthia Moore’s financial pressures will disappear, and this manipulation will be weakened.”

"So they changed to a new way of controlling it."

"They kidnapped her child."

Theodore flipped through the testimonies, listing the changes that had occurred in the lovers since David Moore's death as evidence.

Cynthia Moore is now single again, which has greatly reduced her financial pressure and improved her ability to repay loans.

Paul Anderson went from being a responsible, reassuring, comforting, reliable, content, and tactful lover who didn't make excessive demands to a habitual child kidnapper.

He was too afraid to move when he encountered the police, and he didn't even dare to try to resist; he surrendered immediately. He felt that being in the electric chair was better than being in jail, because being in the electric chair was only uncomfortable for a short while, while being in jail would be unbearably uncomfortable.

“Paul Anderson’s fear of legal consequences far outweighed his loyalty to his superiors.”

“He needs an excuse to talk,” Theodore said, waving Cynthia’s confession in his hand. “Now we have one.”

The large office was quiet for a moment, then Senator Santos's loud voice rang out.

"I told you so, he could do it!"

"No wonder they all say you can communicate with ghosts!" the senior police officer exclaimed.

Theodore paused, his movements as he turned the testimonies.

The senior police inspector made way and said, "Go ahead." The two entered interrogation room number 2.

The interrogation room was not soundproof, and Paul Anderson overheard most of the discussion outside.

He was glaring at Theodore with a fierce expression, clearly dissatisfied with Theodore's assessment of him.

Theodore read Cynthia's testimony to him, immediately receiving a mocking smile in return.

"That's right, I've slept with countless sluts like that. They're no different from the girls on Rose Street."

Theodore put down his statement and asked him, "What did Johnson say? You guys stay here to deal with Donald Moore, and he goes somewhere else to deal with Carl Sullivan?"

Paul Anderson scoffed, thinking he had seen through Theodore and wouldn't fall into his trap.

Bernie, who had been taking notes with his head down, looked up at his partner.

Theodore did not respond, but continued to ask, "He told you to stay instead of coming with him?"

"You two should be quite adept at dealing with two eight-year-olds by now. Is it really necessary to separate them?"

"Why did Johnson take Carl Sullivan instead of Donald Moore?"

Paul Anderson glanced at Bernie.

Theodore asked, "What do you think Johnson is doing right now? Packing money? Preparing the car? Or has he already arranged the route to Mexico?"

Paul Anderson's smile vanished; his brow furrowed, and his expression shifted uncertainly.

Theodore turned his head and nodded twice.

Outside the interrogation room.

"Quickly! Investigate everyone named Johnson!"

"Names, code names, nicknames... whatever they are, I want to see all the Johnsons from the West Side on my desk!"

Theodore withdrew his statement, preparing to end the interrogation. He then released a profile of Johnson based on the clues he had gathered.
"Johnson is probably just a nickname."

"White, 40-50 years old."

"He has a long criminal record, with numerous violent crimes. He has been imprisoned for kidnapping and extortion."

"He is underweight and thin. Some parts of his body are ulcerated or infected."

Paul Anderson couldn't help but look at Theodore, his eyes filled with terror.

"Our people are searching the whole city. How many minutes do you think it will take to find him?"

Bernie suddenly stood up, leaned over and grabbed his collar. "You'll have to wait at least six months for the death penalty review before you sit in the electric chair."

“Before that, you have to wait at least a year to go to court.”

"A year and a half, haha."

…………

Johnson is patting Sullivan's swollen cheek with his hand.

After packing up his belongings, he finally remembered the talisman he had been unconscious since leaving the Blue Parrot Motel.

Sullivan Jr. reacted quickly, groaning in pain.

Johnson breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming that Sullivan was alive. He was his guarantee of safety, and he genuinely hoped the boy was alive.

Johnson parked his car on the side of the road as soon as he left the community.

He was annoyed by Sullivan's groans.

After repeated threats failed, he went to a convenience store, bought a bottle of whiskey, pried open Sullivan's mouth, and forced it down his throat.

"Drink more, and the pain will go away soon."

(End of this chapter)