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Jack and Hannah prepare to head out again to visit Terri Prader in her apartment in Queens.

"She should know roughly what kind of person Sam Givens is, and she will definitely not cooperate with the FBI, so I suggest you adopt some strategies." Lacroix lowered his head and looked over his reading glasses like an old scholar. .

"Understood." Jack turned back to the office and started to change, and Hannah also went to the dressing room.

After a while, the two people reappeared in the eyes of everyone. Jack put on a long windbreaker made of wool. Underneath was a British suit that looked extremely expensive. The shirt with a straight collar was paired with a pair of equally worthless clothes. Fei's silk tie.

He took out a pair of gold-rimmed plain glasses and put them on, and the image of a young and promising suit lawyer appeared in everyone's eyes.

Next to him, Hannah was also dressed in a women's suit, with a professional skirt underneath, black stockings and high heels, and flaming red lip makeup. She was extremely cool and sexy, completely different from the sweet image she usually gave people.

"Wow." Jubal's mouth opened slightly, and it took him a while to spit out a sentence, "Be safe, both of you."

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"Zi la la" After a somewhat off-key electronic doorbell tone, the somewhat rusty wrought iron security door opened. An expressionless Terry Prader stood at the door, looking at the brightly dressed man and woman in front of her with a scrutinizing gaze. .

"Hello, Ms. Prader, my name is Mike Rose, and this is my colleague Donna Paulsen, an attorney with the law firm of Pearson Specter."

Jack showed his classic business smile, with eight big white teeth shining, but failed to get any friendly response as usual. Terry Prader continued to look at the two of them with cold eyes, her eyes full of wariness. .

Seeing that someone's invincible trick didn't work this time, Hannah secretly chuckled in her heart, without showing any emotion on the surface. She rolled her eyes at Jack with a cold face, took out the business card holder from her Chanel bag, opened it, and opened it. He took out a prepared business card and handed it over.

"I'm actually this guy's boss, and we're looking for a guy named Sam Givens."

Terry Prader took the business card that looked very high-end at first sight, raised her eyelids, and her tone was still cold, "Sam and I haven't been in touch for a long time, and his troubles have nothing to do with me."

"Well, on the contrary, we actually have good news to tell him."

Jack was interrupted by Hannah coldly, "Newcomer, you talk too much. This needs to be kept confidential."

After saying that, she turned her gaze back to Terry Prader, "You have my phone number. If possible, please inform him to contact us in person. It's very urgent." After saying that, she was about to leave with Jack.

"Hey!" Terry Prader quickly stopped the two of them, and her attitude changed slightly. "Sam will not get involved with the lawyer for no reason. What is going on."

Jack also helped, "I think we might as well tell her the truth, maybe it can speed up our process."

Hannah looked hesitant and pondered for a long time, as if after weighing things up, she nodded slightly, "Okay, Ms. Prader, you should probably know that Mr. Givens doesn't have many close relatives."

"Yes, almost not." Terry Prader still had a straight face, but her eyes were shining, and she already had some guesses in her heart.

"Except for an old uncle living in Muncie, Indiana, who died just a month ago and left all his property to the nearest relative, Mr. Givens."

Jack leaned forward slightly, still smiling. This time he finally received a positive response. Terry Prader finally no longer had a stern face.

"Sam got an inheritance? How much was it?"

Jack subconsciously glanced at his female boss Hannah, who was still as beautiful as an iceberg. When he saw her turning her head noncommittally, he stepped forward mysteriously and deliberately lowered her voice slightly.

"It's not a lot, but it has been converted into cash, about US$86,500."

The corners of Terry Prader's mouth that were originally lowered could no longer be suppressed. They turned up slightly to reveal a smile, "I know, I will inform him as soon as possible."

The two fraud teams said their goodbyes and left. Terry Prader slammed the wrought iron security door shut, and there was a burst of rapid footsteps and uncontrollable whispers in the house.

Jack rolled his eyes and walked slowly back to the Dodge Hellcat with Hannah. After waiting for a moment, he turned on the speakerphone and called Jubal.

"Well done. Just half a minute ago, a call was placed on Prader's cell phone. It was a landline phone in the Bronx. The phone rang for about 15 seconds, but no one answered."

"Where is the specific address? Let's go there now." Jack opened the door and got into the car, and gestured to a plainclothes police car waiting there for a long time on the roadside. Danny in the car returned the OK gesture and brought two Police officers got out of their cars and went to arrest Terry Prader.

"I have sent it to you via text message. It is a small one-room apartment in the name of Prad's mother. Her mother suffered from Alzheimer's disease and was admitted to a nursing home six months ago. It is now vacant.

This is on the same street as the ATM where we previously confirmed that Sam Givens last withdrawn money. "The voice of a female analyst came over the phone, and Jubal apparently handed the phone directly to her.

"Do you need reinforcements? The SWAT team is on standby." Jubal took back the phone and asked.

"No, we will put on body armor. Obviously that guy can't cram a car and 26 children into a single apartment. And the fact that the phone didn't go through means there's no one inside. I just hope that where he lives can Found some evidence."

Hannah got into the passenger seat and replied while fastening her seat belt.

Jubal's voice became serious, "Listen to me, guys, just now, the operations center had a new guest, Ron Drexler, the head of the governor's office.

Just fifteen minutes ago, the governor's office received a blackmail video. One of the kidnapped children, Owen Jamerson, appeared in the video. The kidnapper bypassed the parents of the children and directly demanded one million from the governor. Ransom, time limited to one and a half hours later. "

Jack started the engine, turned the Hellcat around, and drove towards the address just sent by the combat center. At the same time, he said in a relaxed tone, "This is good news, isn't it? At least we can confirm that the other party is going for the ransom." "

"Yes, but that also means we're dealing with a bunch of smart guys." Jubal's side was obviously on speakerphone, and Agent Lacroix's voice came from the speaker.

"They obviously knew the FBI's policy and we would not pay ransom, so they went directly to the governor. For the sake of their 26 children and their own political future, neither the legislators nor the governor himself would care about this little cash. .”

"Yeah, but I also bet that their appetite is definitely more than just this million dollars. This is just the beginning. What do you think, Agent Lacroix?"

When Jack replied, he turned on the police lights and sped up slightly. Time was a bit tight. They had to search Sam Givens' residence as soon as possible to find more clues.