Chapter 13: Trio But Rosalia never expected that this person...
After sending the angry female police inspector away, Rosalia called out to Gobi again: "Pino, who was that female police inspector just now?"
"Jenny Lynch is the captain of the police station next door. She's very capable and has a hot temper. Their jurisdiction is very, very peaceful. After all, no one wants to be walking on the street and suddenly be caught and taken to the police station. The charge might be 'you have a criminal record' or 'you have the foreboding of committing a crime'." The person who spoke was not Goby, but the female police officer at his table.
Ever since Rosalia came here, the seats at Goby's table and the table opposite him have been empty. At first, Rosalia thought that new seats were added here on purpose, but now it seems that is not the case.
"Hello, I'm Rosalia Bianchi." Rosalia greeted the detective she met for the first time. Her seat was very clear. She would be her future subordinate officer in the police station. According to the existing grouping of the office, they would form a very stable triangle.
"Sara Cardellini." The policewoman's forced smile faded in an instant, returning to her normal expressionless face. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "I know you. When I was in the Carabinieri, I worked with the anti-terrorism department to crack an arms smuggling case. The perpetrators were from a transnational criminal organization suspected of multinational murders, international narcotics, assisting illegal immigration, and arms smuggling. In exchange, Italy reached a deal with several other countries..."
Looking at Rosalia's smiling eyes, Sara silently swallowed the words that were not suitable to be said in public, even though almost everyone here knew them.
"Sarah is just a little out of place," Gobbi said jokingly, appearing to smooth things over, but then stabbing Sarah in the back with his words. "But she's not a bad person."
"Sorry..." Sarah whispered behind him.
"What you said is the truth. Why should you apologize?" Rosalia put the vase on the table in front of Sarah. She didn't notice this side when she was distributing the roses just now. Now she thinks that she must have been blocked by Goby and wanted to give her a surprise, but was interrupted by the police inspectors.
Rosalia put her arm around her shoulders and soothed her, "If it weren't for being forbidden, I'd burn the video of the interview outside the courthouse onto a CD and play it in the cinema every day so everyone would know my achievements." Seeing that Sarah had relaxed a little, she elbowed Goby next to her. "Sarah isn't a bad person, but you are!"
“Ouch!”
Gobi held his stomach, pretending to be in pain, which made Sara's shoulders completely relax and she leaned lightly into Rosalia's arms.
"I was previously seconded to the police station next door, working under Superintendent Lynch. Her style of operation is indeed unruly. This time, I think she's here to rob Grayson of a case. Before I left, I heard from my colleagues that they had been ambushing an illegal immigrant gang, but one of them escaped on the day of the arrest. It seems they were caught by a patrol officer from our station."
This matter was related to the call Rosalia had just received. She wanted to ask a few more questions and learn more about the situation, but was interrupted again.
"Bianchi, come in!"
Just after seeing off an angry female police inspector, a serious-faced male police inspector arrived.
I don't know if it was because he was angry, but after Lynch left, Grayson's office was always quiet, without any movement. This made everyone pretend to pass by his door casually with coffee in their hands several times, even though the tea room was in the opposite direction.
"I'm coming." Facing Grayson's sharp eyes, Rosalia picked up the documents on the table and walked into the office with Sara and Gobbi watching her sadly behind her.
Grayson, in a break from his earlier seriousness, pointed to the documents Lynch had slammed down on the table and said, "Yesterday, the patrol officers apprehended a homeless man involved in a brawl. After questioning him, they discovered he was part of an illegal immigration ring being investigated by the neighboring police station, responsible for forging documents. Following this information, they dug out some buyers from him. Take a look."
Rosalia flipped through the files and didn't ask how they had easily gotten the seller's information out of him. She had a hunch that there might be a clue in the previous case.
Kaka had previously reported that Aibo had resigned. Gobi returned to Victory and confronted the person in charge, only to learn from him that Aibo had used the excuse of an unstable pregnancy and needed to rest at home. Since then, there had been no further news, and consequently, no news from the security company about her husband. The person in charge knew something was wrong, but, adhering to the principle of "if you don't ask, don't tell," he hadn't brought up the matter.
This time, Goby brought back Aibo's file, and even Rosalia asked her former colleagues from the gendarmerie for help, but after comparing the database, there was no matching information, and the clue was broken again.
After quickly browsing the people in front, Rosalia continued to flip through the pages. On the last page, she saw a familiar name and photo. The information filled in was exactly the same as what they saw at Victory Company.
"That man was very cautious. He secretly kept a copy of every forged document that passed through his hands. Because this Aibo was the last one he handled, he was deeply impressed. According to him, this photo is 60% similar to the one they first met, which means..."
"...Even her face is fake." Rosalia murmured.
Come to think of it, Aibo had extensive work experience within the company. After being assigned to her employer's home, she was assigned to a different work area from the rest of the team. They only saw each other briefly each day, and hardly ever with the company's leaders. She was inherently low-key, so whether she disguised herself with makeup, claimed illness, or even had plastic surgery, she wouldn't stand out and leave a lasting impression. This also made it easier for her to change her identity and continue living her life after her crimes were exposed.
She's really smart and bold, but it's a pity she doesn't use it in the right way. Rosalia felt a little regretful.
"I've managed to get that homeless guy detained at our police station. If you have any questions, go ahead and ask," Grayson stood up and stretched his back. He was really tired from sitting. "But it's only three days. After three days, Lynch will pick him up. I won't be able to help you then."
In fact, what was written in the document was already very detailed for the homeless man, and he would not know any more. But just in case, Grayson still detained the man and refused to hand him over even when Lynch came to argue with him.
Rosalia knew this too. She didn't say much to thank him, but just looked at his waist and said, "Men need to exercise more when they get older. I know there are some medicines in Asia. Although they smell weird, they are very effective."
She took a step back with each sentence, and when she finished her last sentence, she was already at the door, holding the door with her hands and hiding her body behind it, with only half of her head sticking out to face Grayson. After she finished speaking, she reacted quickly and closed the door. There was a bang from inside, and something hit the door and slid to the ground.
Seeing her come out with a smile on her face and unharmed, everyone sighed and dispersed like birds and animals.
Gobbi and Sara also looked at her with admiration:
"You actually came out smiling."
“I wasn’t scolded.”
"I didn't cry."
Rosalia was confused: "How do you know I wasn't scolded?"
Gobi, who understood the situation, smacked his lips and said, "If he scolded you, not only would we in the office hear it, but even the ants passing by in the corridor would hear it."
She smiled and shook her head, put the documents on the table and asked Sarah: "You just came back and you don't understand our case yet?"
Rosalia was about to explain the case at hand. Although nothing was missing and the person who reported the crime had withdrawn it, the investigation had uncovered previously hidden incidents, which posed a significant threat. They couldn't just ignore this case, knowing it was a serious threat, and then wait for the next victim to report it, which would be reported in the media and public knowledge, and then they would turn around and investigate and arrest the perpetrators. Who knows where the person would have gotten away with the stolen goods?
Sara had already learned what had happened from Goby without Rosalia explaining it in detail, and considering the quarrel in the office just now, she could guess most of it.
She took the initiative to ask: "Do you need me to keep an eye on the second-hand market? I checked the watch that Inzaghi was stolen from. It's a very unique style, not much was produced, and it has a batch number."
"That's one thing, but there's no need to worry too much about it. After all, the watch has been stolen for a while, so it's bound to be difficult to find. We'll investigate together when the time comes." Rosalia flipped open the file, pointed at Aibo's photo, and told them the news she had just learned from Grayson. "...I'll ask my former colleagues to continue the investigation. There aren't many clues, but they're better than nothing."
After confirming their tasks, the three of them did not stay in the office. Sarah went to check the circulation of watches in the second-hand market according to the batch number, while Goby continued to check the road surveillance near Kaka's home, trying to find Aibo's route that day. Rosalia also wanted to buy some coffee and cake to visit her former colleagues and borrow the database by the way.
"...I knew it was no good seeing you suddenly showing your affection."
Michael sat in front of many display screens, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a cake in the other, with cream still on the corners of his mouth.
"I've already eaten, so forget about it." Rosalia sat next to him, typing away on the keyboard. "Don't you have any cases lately?"
"Well, you're right," Michael said slurringly after swallowing a mouthful of cake, "we've had a lot fewer cases since you left."
But he was not grateful for what he had done, and Rosalia's fist was clenched. The force of that punch had given the fugitive a concussion, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in the hospital.
"...Maybe it's because the case you solved last time was so shocking that it frightened the criminals in our jurisdiction and made them stay at home and watch the Champions League."
Seeing Rosalia was too lazy to pay attention to him, Michael swallowed the last bite of cake, washed down the sweetness in his mouth with coffee, leaned over to look at her search screen, and said, "Our database is still being improved. As you said, her resemblance to the photo is only 6 points, which makes it difficult to retrieve information. If we relax the conditions, the number of people we can associate with will increase. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"Doesn't she have surveillance information to access?"
Rosalia leaned back in her chair, pinching her brows wearily. She shook her head and said, "No, she's too cautious. Whenever she appears in the surveillance area, she wears a hat or paints herself like in her photo. After separating from the team, she disappears into the surveillance blind spot. Her information is all fake. I really don't know how such a large housekeeping company conducts its investigation. How could they dare assign such an unknown person to the home of an employer with such a special status?"
Michael gave her a strange look, unsure where her anger came from. She'd been so calm in previous smuggling cases, even spotting the flaw in the surveillance footage and unraveling the mystery that led them to the ring. But then again, a business this large, with its large operations, would have more clues to investigate than a petty theft case. Furthermore, most of the traders had legitimate identities, making them easier to track down than illegal immigrants with forged documents.
He patted Rosalia's shoulder soothingly. "Take your time. They're so bold as to target such a special employer. They definitely won't keep the stolen goods. Besides, they're so lavish with money. Once they've spent all their money on this one, they'll definitely go on another. They might even go against the grain and provoke you."
Rosalia sighed, "I hope so..."
But Rosalia never expected that this man could be so bold.
The author has something to say:
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Improved the positions of the police station: Captain (highest), Deputy Captain (civilian), Superintendent, Detective, Police Officer, Patrolman
I can't open the wiki, so I have to set it up myself (lights a cigarette). I'm about to finish this case. It's been dragging on for a while, I hope I can finish it within two chapters.
There is basically no Kaka in Leah's career line. I am a little worried whether everyone will like to watch these plots, because I am really a novice in writing TT
The previous chapter used a different way of dividing paragraphs. I wonder if you have noticed that this chapter has returned to the previous way of dividing paragraphs. Which one do you think is more convenient to read? [dog head holding a rose]
Greetings to everyone with little Rose Leah [erect ear rabbit head][erect ear rabbit head]
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