Asift's wife wasn't irritated by Jack's seemingly abrupt question. Instead, she gave a slightly complex smile and a straightforward answer.
"It only takes one word to sum up his preferences: young. He likes young girls."
This answer surprised the two FBI agents, surprisingly simple.
"Uh, how young?" Although the other party used the word "young" instead of "young," Jack still tentatively pressed the issue. After all, the "little preferences" of the wealthy in this country are well known.
"Around 20, no more than 25," the woman shrugged. "He was about that age when we met."
This statement was interesting. Jack remembered that the information provided by Attorney General Jackson seemed to mention that this woman was a mistress, and this was already her fourth.
He made a note of this in his notebook, reminding himself to go back and check the ages of Asift's previous wives when they were married.
"Okay, although it may seem silly to ask, we must confirm this with you. Besides his youth, does Asift have any other private, even perverse, preferences?
Since he spent so much money on a call girl, is it possible that some quirk of his makes him more interested in young women?"
Jack's question made the newly widow laugh. She shook her head, her tone very calm.
"Agent, since I'm willing to meet with you, I'm not hiding anything. You have to understand that some men go to bed not only to satisfy their sexual desires, but also to satisfy their pitiful egos. Conquering a young and beautiful woman is enough for them.
Couples like us often don't have sex for a year or two after marriage. We either choose to self-generate or, like my husband, spend money to solve the problem."
After leaving the mansion, Jiejie's expression remained a little strange, and Jack knew what she was thinking.
He drove to a quiet, deserted corner and parked. Before she could react, he embraced her and kissed her passionately. For some things, actions speak louder than sweet words.
Wiping off her lipstick and starting the car again, Jiejie glared at Jack with a red face and an angry expression. She pulled a small mirror from her bag to touch up her makeup, but her earlier anxious expression was gone.
After sending Jiejie back to the office, Jack and Aubrey headed to a business building near the Kennedy Memorial Plaza.
They waited in the lobby for less than ten minutes before a well-dressed, white, middle-aged woman in her forties approached them and extended her right hand. "Agent Aubrey, Agent Tawalla?"
"Yes," Jack said, shaking her hand gently.
"Alan Daniels, COO of Buswell Consulting," the woman introduced herself.
Surrounded by hurried businesspeople, the three of them walked to a quiet corner. Jack got straight to the point, "Ms. Daniels, were you the one who orchestrated the media release and portrayed the two victims' deaths as peaceful deaths at home?" "
Yes, their lawyers and families hired me to handle the media release. My firm specializes in providing professional strategic risk management and crisis public relations for large corporate conglomerates."
Even facing the FBI, this "scavenger" showed no fear.
"I know you specialize in 'solving problems,' and I just happen to have a question I'd like to ask you."
However, before Jack could even ask his "question," the woman shook her head repeatedly. "Sorry, I don't know who that girl is. You didn't expect my client to tell me about something like that, did you?"
I'm sorry that I can't do anything about this matter, but no one will admit that they have ever paid money to find a 'professional girlfriend' for themselves. " "
Really? But it is undeniable that some of them must have relevant information or channels. Give me a call and I can promise not to cause you any trouble. This is a very good deal, what do you think?"
Jack did not intend to waste words with such a person and directly proposed the conditions. However, he did not expect that the other party would sneer at him.
"Please, agent, my job is to help people solve their problems. Do you really think that this kind of threat will scare me?"
Jack thought to himself that if you were really as fearless as you acted at the moment, why bother running to see him.
"OK, that's it, let's go." Jack pretended to be too lazy to talk nonsense, waved to Aubrey and made a gesture to leave.
"Wait a minute, agent. "
The woman hurriedly stepped in front of the two men, a fawning smile on her face. "Gentlemen, patience is a virtue. As the saying goes, 'A kettle that's stared at never boils.' I think we should discuss something else."
"Ms. Daniels," Jack's tone was thick with warning. "Our goal is to find the murderer. As long as the murderer doesn't show up, your other clients could be in danger.
All I need is a phone number. Someone with inside information or one of those girls who worked with you will do. We need to talk to them."
Aubrey snorted coldly. "Since I can find you, I can naturally find other relevant parties too. Of course, this may take some time.
And if any new victims appear during this time, the FBI will blame you and let everyone know.
Your job is to solve problems for others, not to cause them. What do you think, Ms. Daniels?"
Ellen Daniels's smile froze, having not expected these seemingly young FBI agents to be so tough and difficult to fool. But years of professionalism quickly helped her adjust her expression. "
Even if I could lead you to those girls, it wouldn't mean anything. We all know that no call girl would agree to discuss her work with the FBI."
Then, with a mysterious air, she said, "How about this? I can offer you a better candidate."
She pulled a pink business card, clearly prepared long ago, from her slung bag. Just as Aubrey was about to take it, she suddenly withdrew her hand. "
But there's a prerequisite. You must promise to ignore certain legal provisions."
"No promises, but we'll make our own judgment based on the circumstances. Let me emphasize this one last time, ma'am, the FBI's goal is to catch the murderer. Other matters are none of our business for now."
Jack snatched the card from her hand, a puzzled expression on his face. "Real estate agent?"
(End of chapter)