1960: My uncle is the FBI Director

Chapter 67 Senior Police Inspector: It's nothing special, just a case solved in 6 hours (Please continue reading)

Ten past ten.

The Blue Parrot Motel had already set up its security perimeter, with all the police cars gone, waiting for their prey to appear.

Johnson, however, has not shown himself.

The detectives holding search warrants have begun to respond.

Without exception, they all came up empty-handed.

The senior police inspector looked at Theodore but saw no panic or unease.

The detectives guarding the hospital then delivered a report.

Donald Moore woke up, looking dazed. The doctor examined him and said he had been frightened, but otherwise he was fine.

Theodore warned Carl Sullivan that his injury might be serious and that the hospital needed to prepare in advance.

Even Chief Widke, Deputy Superintendent Burton, and Wenner couldn't help but look at him this time.

They felt that as time went on, the hope was getting smaller and smaller, so why was Theodore still so confident?

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Johnson was shaking all over, like a Parkinson's patient.

His withdrawal symptoms began to intensify, his mind went blank, and he started experiencing hallucinations.

He parked the car some distance away, stuffed little Sullivan into the trunk, pulled out his pistol, and stumbled toward the Blue Parrot Motel.

The motel was quiet and pitch black.

Johnson's appearance immediately alerted the detectives on the lookout, but they had never seen Johnson before and could not confirm whether this hunched-over guy who walked like a drunkard was their target.

They chose to let people into the hotel.

Johnson entered the Blue Parrot Motel without any trouble. The nearby room 208 made him lower his guard, and he rushed over eagerly.

Just as he grabbed the doorknob of room 208, a dozen burly men suddenly rushed out and overwhelmed the skinny Johnson.

Bernie burst out of the room and shouted at him where little Sullivan was.

Johnson twisted his body, just smiling at Bernie. He was simply addicted to amphetamines, not obsessed with them.

He recognized Bernie and knew he was doomed.

Bernie smiled at him and ran out of the hotel.

A short distance away, a detective opened the trunk and took little Sullivan out. After a quick check, the detective nodded and put him in the police car.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

“Go quickly.” Senator Santos appeared, patted Bernie on the shoulder, his eyes full of envy.

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"Johnson has been arrested, the hostage has been found and is being taken to the hospital."

The on-site report was repeated twice.

The large office immediately turned into a sea of ​​cheers.

Led by a senior police superintendent, applause erupted.

The detectives from the Violent Crimes Unit are the happiest.

They laughed and clapped, hugged those around them, and kissed everyone they hugged.

Wenner quietly entered the waiting room.

Mrs. Sullivan had stood up with concern as soon as she saw the cheering crowd, constantly looking around.

Wenner informed Mrs. Sullivan that little Sullivan had been rescued and was being taken to the hospital by Bernie, and then summoned a detective to take Mrs. Sullivan to the hospital.

After doing all that, he quietly returned, stood next to Chief Widke, looked at the senior inspector and Theodore, and whispered, "Am I right? He deserves our special attention and training."

Director Widek smiled faintly and hummed in agreement, "You've always had a good eye for people."

Witnessing the entire process of solving the case firsthand certainly had a significant impact on Theodore.

Wenner was somewhat proud.

On the other side, the senior police inspector was grinning from ear to ear. The kidnapping case solved in 6 hours!

The kidnappers have been apprehended and the hostages are safe!
There couldn't be a more perfect ending!
He's never fought such a rich war before!
If this isn't reported by all the Felton media for a week, he'll eat Johnson up on the spot!
The senior police inspector was extremely satisfied with Theodore, and he pointed outside, inviting Theodore to face the reporters with him.

Theodore refused; he wanted to go to the hospital to check on Sullivan's condition.

For most people, the case is over. But for Sullivan Jr., it may just be the beginning.

Theodore is now considered a treasure by the senior superintendent, and everything he does is right.

He appreciates the camaraderie between the partners and decided to mention it when facing reporters later.

The senior police superintendent walked out of the West District Police Station with a triumphant air and stood at the door with a broad smile.

A few reporters gathered around, not many, only a dozen or so.

It was too late, and many reporters had already left.

Based on their experience, it would take at least two or three days for any new developments.

"We just caught the kidnapper, and Detective Bernie Sullivan's son has been successfully rescued. He was slightly injured and is being treated at the hospital."

"The little guy is very brave..."

The senior police superintendent announced the results in a serious tone, and seeing the shocked expressions on the reporters' faces, he seemed quite satisfied.

The more surprised the reporters were, the more composed he became.

The senior superintendent calmly gave a brief description of the case, letting reporters know that this was not a prank kidnapping, but a real kidnapping case by professional kidnappers.

The news was released late at night, and the radio station broadcast it immediately and discussed it further.

The television station also broadcast the latest news on its late-night channel.

The newspaper staff were the ones who truly suffered.

The printed newspapers are unusable!

At this point, there were less than 4 hours left before the newspaper was to be published!
The entire newspaper industry was in complete chaos.

Except for a few leading newspapers that have the power to monopolize a large number of printing plants and rush to produce newspapers to ensure timely delivery, 90% of newspapers are experiencing varying degrees of shortage.

Some newspapers couldn't find a printing plant and had no choice but to grit their teeth and publish their old newspapers.

Of course, some unscrupulous newspapers don't need a redesign at all; they don't report news, they report stories...

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Theodore only stayed at the hospital for half an hour before leaving.

Young Sullivan was frightened and then given alcohol, and remained in a deep sleep.

The doctor performed a full physical examination on him and confirmed that his injuries, which appeared to be terrible, were actually just superficial wounds.

Theodore and Bernie found it hard to believe that his internal organs were unharmed and that his ribs were neither broken nor fractured.

Mrs. Sullivan kept kissing little Sullivan's forehead, believing it to be a blessing from God.

After cleaning and bandaging Sullivan's wounds and prescribing a lot of medication, the doctor decided that his parents could take him home to care for him.

Mrs. Sullivan thanked Theodore repeatedly, her voice choked with emotion.

After saying goodbye to the Sullivans, Theodore drove home alone, his mind replaying the entire case.

He didn't like the case and didn't even intend to include it in his notes.

More importantly, while the senior police superintendent and others were satisfied with solving the case in six hours, he was not.

If Samuel were alive, he would have noticed amphetamines immediately, just like in the 600528 (prostitute Joan) case.

When Theodore thought of Samuel, he thought of the FBI, and then he couldn't help but think of DC, Hoover, and that July promise.

July is already halfway over...

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