Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 60: Danny (Seeking Follow-up! Seeking Recommendations!)

Danny, six years old this year, is the daughter of Sanderson and Tamara.

After her mother was confirmed dead, Sanderson, as her father, stopped sending Danny to school, didn't take her to see a psychologist, and didn't allow Danny to interact with other children. Instead, he locked her in the house.

She also ate yesterday's leftovers every day.

"I've already called Sanderson; he said he'd be home soon over the phone."

Hearing Mona's voice on the other end of the phone, Luo An nodded and said:

"OK, and also get in touch with the New Jersey Department of Child Protection, there is a little girl here who needs their protection."

"Alright, I will contact them immediately."

"Luo An!"

Sitting on the couch, Agent Rider had tried to comfort Danny for a while, but she didn't respond, just sobbed with her head down on her own. Rider, out of options, turned his gaze to Luo An.

When Luo An had carried Danny out of the bedroom just now, she hadn't been crying continuously.

Seeing Rider helpless, Luo An was exasperated.

How to communicate with children was one of his weakest skills.

But given the current situation, Luo An had no choice but to sit down on the couch, take the toy from Rider's hand, take a deep breath, and begin asking Danny about the model of the toy.

Hearing Luo An's question, the blond-haired Danny did not answer, but instead looked up at Luo An for a while, gradually stopped crying, and then lowered her head to hug Luo An's arm, not speaking or letting go.

Rider: "....."

Luo An: "....."

A few minutes later, a pickup truck came speeding from a distance.

After leaving a deep skid mark on the ground, a man with a big beard and an unnaturally flushed face jumped out of the driver's seat and ran towards the rectangular house, shouting:

"Danny! Are you okay, Danny!"

Seeing Sanderson finally return, Luo An was about to get up, but found that Danny was holding onto his arm and wouldn't let go. After a few seconds of silence, Luo An hugged her, quietly watching the shouting Sanderson.

"Who are you?"

Reaching out to hold Danny, but being turned away by her, Sanderson was stunned and then glared at Luo An angrily:

"What are you FBI people here for again? You suspect that I am the murderer?"

"Please control your emotions, Mr. Sanderson..."

Before Rider could finish, Sanderson turned his head and continued shouting at him:

"FU-K YOU!

I remember you! Agent Rider of the FBI! Didn't you already ask me a lot of information before? Why are you here again? Have you found the murderer of my wife?"

Seeing Sanderson's reddened face and bleary eyes, and smelling the faint scent of cheap perfume and alcohol on him, Luo An looked displeased.

He tilted his head to signal Rider to block Sanderson, then Luo An turned around, carried Danny back to the bedroom, softly persuaded her to let go of his arm, and after closing the bedroom door with a serious expression, he walked towards the living room.

"Trash!"

"Bit-h!"

"Shit!"

With bleary eyes and a mouth full of obscenities, Sanderson was loudly ranting when without any hesitation, Luo An pulled Rider aside and kicked Sanderson in the stomach.

Thump—

Sanderson's body fell backwards onto the couch, and Luo An picked up the glass of water he had just poured for Danny from the living room table and splashed it right in his face.

"F-"

Before Sanderson could finish his curse, Luo An pulled out a Glock 18, ignored Rider's look, and shoved the muzzle straight into Sanderson's mouth, sternly demanding:

"Are you sober now?"

"Wake up."

"Can you speak properly?"

"...Yes."

Bang—

Luo An didn't fire his gun; instead, he threw the cup in his hand forcefully onto the ground. The sound of the cup shattering made Sanderson tremble, and only then did Luo An remove the Glock 18 stuffed in Sanderson's mouth.

Turning his head and seeing Agent Rider's stern look, Luo An raised an eyebrow and discreetly pointed out the safety catch on the Glock 18.

It was never off, but it was enough to frighten the drunken Sanderson.

"Ever since my wife went missing, you police have always told me, 'We can't say anything.'"

A few minutes later, a more sober Sanderson sat on the couch, covering his face, very emotional:

"When you contacted me again, the news you told me was that my wife had died! Now, I have no idea what happened to her, only that she is dead. Yet you keep asking me repeatedly about her life before. Don't you think this is too much?"

"I can understand how you feel, OK?"

Luo An stared at Sanderson with focused eyes and said in a deep voice:

"We want to help you, but before that, you need to help us first. Only then can we find the real killer of your wife! So, answer me now, where was your wife when she disappeared?"

Hearing Luo An's words, Sanderson took a deep breath, pressed his temples, and thought for a while, then said softly:

"Tamara was a cashier at Wal-Mart; that big supermarket is about a fifteen-minute drive from here.

The supermarket closes around 10:30 PM, so Tamara usually gets home around 10:50 PM.

Three weeks ago, she called me after work, saying she'd be home in twenty minutes and asked me to prepare some food for her. So, I started making something simple at home.

But even after thirty minutes, Tamara still hadn't come home... That was the last time I received a message from her."

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"OK."

Luo An took out his pen, briefly noted down Sanderson's statement, and then continued to ask:

"Before Tamara disappeared, did she mention being followed or harassed by anyone?"

"No."

Sanderson shook his head, explaining:

"Tamara was just a cashier at a supermarket; sometimes she was indeed teased by some thugs, but it was just teasing. Both Tamara and her colleagues were used to it and would even retort."

Luo An continued to jot things down, then asked again:

"As Tamara's husband, have you noticed anyone around her who made her feel troubled, or someone who was persistently courting her?"

"NO."

Sanderson shook his head, "Tamara was straightforward; if she liked someone, she liked them; if not, then not. She would give an answer right on the spot if anyone asked. She never dragged things out."

"Alright."

Noting down these words, Luo An's eyebrows furrowed deeply, finding no useful clues. After thinking for a moment, he looked up and handed Sanderson a piece of paper:

"Which Wal-Mart does Tamara work at? Write down the address for me."

"OK."

After putting away the interview records, Luo An left the house and called Mona to confirm that the child protection department of New Jersey would arrive in three minutes. Then he signaled Agent Rider to get back to the SUV, preparing to drive to Wal-Mart to look for clues.

At that moment, Danny suddenly took advantage of Sanderson's inattention, sneaked out of the house, and ran straight towards the SUV.

Luo An was taken aback, quickly opened the car door, and ran out to pick up Danny.

Before Luo An could speak, Danny's crisp voice rang in his ear:

"I know where my mom went."

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