1960: My uncle is the FBI Director

Chapter 93 Was it me who wouldn't let him come back? (Seeking monthly votes)
The detectives had high expectations for the competition and enthusiastically helped gather intelligence on the enemy.

The selected players can temporarily leave their jobs and focus on training.

Head coach Bernie Sullivan was given special privileges, allowing him to devote himself entirely to preparing for the rugby game.

These were all specially approved by Director Widek.

This composed bureau chief seemed to take rugby very seriously.

Bernie selected many people from the homicide squad.

It was not that he was biased; it was the result of a fair selection process.

The homicide detectives are indeed physically stronger than the patrol officers.

As for the office staff in the archives and other internal affairs departments... their physical fitness, which makes them breathless after climbing five floors, is clearly not up to the task.

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After Ella May James was transferred to the prosecutor's office, the Felton Police Department held a press conference at its headquarters.

The press conference began with a briefing on the case of the murder of Freedom Fighters head coach Emos Williams.

The senior superintendent of police presided over the press conference.

He held the case report written by Theodore and his team and read it almost verbatim.

The deceased was exposed for using his power as head coach to engage in sex trafficking.

There was a noticeable commotion at the scene, especially when it was learned that the deceased had not died from racial conflict, but was killed by a Black woman.

The senior superintendent of police finally announced that the case was investigated by the Twin Detectives and that the results were confirmed through a rigorous and impartial judicial process.

After the case briefing was completed, the senior police superintendent announced the second matter.

To promote positive relations between Black and White people and ease tensions, the Felton Police Department will send three senior superintendents, two operations directors, and 17 operations team members to the Black community.

Theodore attended the press conference in person.

He didn't understand how sending 22 white detectives to the Black community helped promote positive relations between Black and White people or ease tensions.

Are you going to be a punching bag?

The case of Emos Williams was a huge blow to Black people, who were looking for an outlet for their anger.

At the end of the press conference, seven detectives, including Theodore, were invited onto the stage.

They will be awarded the rank of sergeant in the presence of media reporters.

This is the first time the Felton Police Department has allowed outsiders to witness a commissioning ceremony.

After the conferment of ranks, the seven people stood in a row and posed for photos with the media.

Theodore was then pulled aside by a senior police inspector and repeatedly made to face the cameras.
Out of respect for his sergeant rank, Theodore put on a semi-permanent smile and cooperated fairly well.

This cooperative attitude even made the senior police superintendent feel somewhat flattered.

After the press conference, the detectives who received their ranks gathered together and exchanged pleasantries.

A young man joined the group of six middle-aged men.

The other six were exceptionally enthusiastic towards Theodore.

Anyone with half a brain could see that Theodore has a bright future.

Theodore broke his partner Bernie Sullivan's record for the fastest promotion to sergeant, and the new record he set will probably never be broken.

Theodore got along very well with them. In just a few words, he received a whole host of invitations.

They also introduced Theodore to their families.

The group exchanged contact information and agreed to go to a shooting club in the city center together on the weekend before going their separate ways.

Theodore did not leave; he was taken to see the chief by the senior police inspector.

It wasn't the precinct chief, but the Felton Police Chief, Charles Adams.

This person won the city's favor during the recent black-and-white conflict.

The white people recognized his abilities and considered him a reliable, courageous, and responsible director.

Black people also had a good impression of him.

His willingness to defy the mayor's orders to stop the mayor's foolish actions earned him the admiration of the Black community.

Theodore had a very good impression of Director Adams.

According to the senior superintendent who spoke at the press conference, Theodore was able to obtain the rank of sergeant so smoothly thanks to the strong support of the commissioner.

As they arrived outside the director's office, they happened to see Congressman Santos coming out.

Congressman Santos, with his rough-and-tumble mannerisms typical of blue-collar workers, laughed heartily upon seeing Theodore, gave him a bear hug, and then vigorously patted his back, shoulders, and arms.
"Haha! Look! Isn't that our Sergeant Dixon?! Hahaha~"

Theodore struggled to break free from Senator Santos, pointing with some surprise at the people following behind him.

Eugene Harper, carrying his bag, politely greeted Theodore and the senior police inspector, showing none of the arrogance he displayed on television.

The senior police superintendent smiled and nodded to him.

Congressman Santos leaned closer, affectionately put his arm around his shoulder, and introduced him:

"Eugene Harper is my campaign's security advisor."

Theodore didn't ask any further questions.

Congressman Santos didn't explain much, invited Theodore to his home another day, waved goodbye, and left.

Chief Adams was very busy and could only spare five minutes to meet with Theodore.

He first encouraged Theodore, then praised him, and finally expressed his expectations for Theodore's future.

It was over in five minutes.

The assistant director came in to remind Director Adams that the Texaco oil company representatives had arrived.

The senior police inspector led Theodore away from the office.

Before parting, the senior police superintendent patted him on the shoulder: "Chief Adams thinks highly of you. It was with his full support that you were able to get promoted."

Theodore looked at him, puzzled, and said, "Wasn't it you who fully supported me and Bernie?"

The senior police inspector was speechless.

Theodore rubbed his shoulder. Finally, he shrugged, mimicking Bernie's gesture.

After getting into the car, he leaned out again and asked the senior police inspector, "How about we participate in the FBI selection next year?"

The senior police inspector was startled and quickly looked around. After confirming that no one was around, he said seriously, "This joke is not funny at all."

He recalled Theodore's previous joke and added, "It's even worse than last time."

Theodore looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Go back now." The senior police inspector waved his hand. "They're still waiting for you to come back."

The senior police inspector stood there, gazing in the direction Theodore had left, and suddenly remembered that Theodore had mentioned this matter when he arranged the interview between Theodore and Bernie.

Could he really be considering applying to the FBI?
He shook his head, quickly banishing the thought from his mind.

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Back at the West Precinct, everyone in the homicide squad's main office stood up and applauded, congratulating Theodore on his promotion to sergeant.

Coach Bernie Sullivan also took time out of his busy schedule to offer his congratulations.

The detectives deliberately provoked him, saying that Theodore had taken his fastest record.

Bernie wasn't annoyed. He put his arm around Theodore's shoulder and said smugly, "So what? We're the fastest and the second fastest, that's why we're partners."

He then mocked the detectives, saying that all of them combined were not as good as the two of them.

After get off work, the group went to Old Gun Bar to celebrate Theodore's promotion to sergeant.

A night of heavy drinking.

The next day.

The promotion of a 25-year-old rookie police officer to sergeant after a one-year term made headlines in several newspapers.

This news spread at an extremely rapid pace.

Felton Police Department headquarters and the West Precinct received numerous calls from people trying to verify the authenticity of the information.

A week later, many Texas media outlets reported on Felton awarding a 25-year-old detective sergeant rank after a one-year term.

But it didn't cause much of a stir.

Everyone's attention was stolen by Jack and Charlie.

The two have engaged in four televised debates since the 26th of last month. The fourth debate has just concluded.

Before the televised debate began, Jack was being dominated by Charlie.

Even though Charlie's knee injury flared up in September, forcing him to pause all activities for recuperation, Jack was constantly on the go, running around like a donkey. Charlie's advantage over Jack remained overwhelming.

But after the televised debate ended, Jack began to counterattack Charlie.

Jack's confident and composed demeanor in front of the camera, coupled with his handsome appearance and eloquent speech, greatly won over voters.

In contrast, Charlie, who was still recovering from his injuries and looked pale, refused to wear makeup and frequently wiped away sweat and stammered during the debate.

Given the current international situation, voters are unlikely to elect a sickly leader who cannot provide them with a sense of security.

They were even afraid that if the dictator shouted, Charlie would wet his pants in fright.

With everyone talking about Jack and Charlie and everyone's attention focused on the election, not many people outside the police system have noticed Felton's 25-year-old, one-year term sergeant.

Even local Felton residents only reported on it enthusiastically for two days before turning their attention entirely to the election.

Along with the young sergeant, news of the city council's vote on a proposal to investigate the mayor was also being overwhelmed by the election.

The news spread even more quietly, without even making it into the newspapers.

Theodore waited a week but received no feedback from DC.

So he chose a sunny, breezy weekend afternoon and proactively dialed the FBI director's office.

Ms. Gandy answered the phone.

The FBI assistant director's voice, as always, immediately conjures up the image of a rigid old nun in one's mind.

"This is the FBI Director's office."

Theodore identified himself, and there was a moment of silence on the other end: "Theodore, congratulations on your promotion to sergeant."

Theodore: "Does he know?"

“Of course.” Ms. Gandy’s voice trembled slightly. “The message from Felton will be sent to His Excellency the Director immediately.”

This is right.

How could the FBI be so incompetent? It's been almost half a month and they still haven't received any news.

"Would you like me to register you? Mr. Hoover is not here right now."

Theodore shook his head: "No, Madam Gandhi, please tell him that I have been promoted to sergeant."

There was at least a five-second silence on the other end: "Okay, is there anything else you need to convey?"

"That's all. Goodbye, Ms. Gandy."

"Goodbye, Sergeant Hoover."

After hanging up the phone, Theodore felt completely relaxed.

He finally fulfilled his promise for July.

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Apartment at 4132 Q Street, Washington, D.C.

Hoover, still in his pajamas, tapped the file folder beside him, signaling his old friend to come and see what was going on.

I received this document bag a week ago, but haven't had a chance to open it yet.

He's been quite busy lately.

As the election entered its final stages, Charlie suddenly faltered.

Hoover was furious.

He couldn't understand why that gigolo who sold his body was able to catch up.

Although Charlie publicly declared that "the advantage is in our hands," Hoover's understanding through his own channels was far from optimistic.

Even conservative Southern states like Texas, Mississippi, and Alabama have seen a surge in Jack's supporters.

Mr. Tolson moved a chair over and sat down next to Hoover, then took out his glasses and put them on.

The two old men opened the file bag and spread the files inside on the table.

The documents no longer only contain case-related information, but also include changes in the city hall, the Felton Police Department's activities, feedback from various parties, and more.

Categorized and organized in a clear and logical manner.

Hoover and Tolson read countless reports like this every day, and they finished browsing through them in no time.

Thorson looked at Hoover with a serious expression.

Hoover, his face stern, tapped his fingers on Theodore's photo: "Just give him a sergeant's job, look how happy he is."

Tolson: "He only took a year. That's among the fastest in the country."

Hoover was about to retort, "Isn't it because his surname is Hoover!"

After thinking about it, he swallowed his words back.

Thorson flipped through the files and said, "Now that he's been promoted to sergeant, it's time to transfer him back to the FBI."

Hoover shrugged: "Was it me who wouldn't let him come back?"

He was furious when he remembered Theodore calling his office specifically to have Gandy tell him about his promotion to sergeant.

All I can do is get angry.

Thorsen glanced at him, then slowly began organizing the documents, lost in thought.

He and Hoover were close friends and understood each other well.

Hoover's words were enough for him to understand Hoover's attitude.

He began to consider which department would be suitable for Theodore after he was transferred back to the FBI.

Hoover scoffed, stood up, and walked toward the bedroom: "Ha, you're having such a good time here, but he might not even want to come back."

He stood in the doorway, looking at his bewildered old friend with schadenfreude: "If I had won, I could have ordered him back. Now he has won." He shrugged.

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Head coach Bernie Sullivan's preference for the homicide squad has left the squad somewhat short-handed.

Fortunately, the newly promoted youngest sergeant was there to help.

In the remaining weeks of October, the homicide unit solved three current cases and one cold case, significantly increasing the case closure rate.

Theodore's performance completely silenced the already minor criticisms.

November has arrived.

As game day approached, the detectives' conversations shifted back from the election to football.

They not only discussed it, but also took action.

The detectives were no longer satisfied with just getting information from others; they would use various excuses to go to other precincts to gather intelligence.

It's not just the West District branch doing this; other branches are doing it too.

The headquarters even brazenly dispatched observation teams to various branch offices, using the excuse of calculating this year's case closure rate to linger and refuse to leave.

While the detectives from the West Precinct were outraged by the audacity of the attack, they set their sights on Theodore.

They encouraged Theodore to cooperate with the other four districts in investigating the case.

For a time, each branch office and headquarters displayed their unique abilities, and their interactions became exceptionally close.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, four days passed in the blink of an eye.

Friday, January 11th.

The much-anticipated Felton Police Department rugby game has finally begun.

(End of this chapter)