tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Fiona took it for granted that it was Reid.But when she saw the visitor, she immediately froze.

——not reid.

It was a strange female detective.She was wearing a neat suit, her brown hair was coiled up high, and she stretched out her hand to Fiona with a serious expression, "Agent Mars, right?"

"Yes, I am." Fiona held out her hand hesitantly, "Sorry, you are—"

"I'm Carol Price, head of the white-collar crime investigation team." The other said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I have to talk to you about your father."

"My father?" Fiona was surprised, "Why?"

Agent Price stared at her in silence for a few seconds, then said, "...how much do you know about your father's job, Agent Mars?"

"I know he's a bookseller," Fiona replied.

"He's not just a bookseller, actually," said Agent Price. "He's got a lot of property of uncertain origin. Haven't you ever suspected anything, Agent Mars?"

Fiona frowned and said, "Can you just tell me exactly what happened?—what happened to my father?"

"He's just been arrested," Agent Price said.

"What?" Fiona looked at her in shock.

"—we suspect he was involved in a serious treasury fraud."

Next, Fiona had to deal with a series of inquiries from Agent Price.

"You know we're still working on a serious murder case." Fiona said impatiently, "I've already said that I don't know anything about it. It doesn't matter when you plan to end this interrogation?"

"Your father is probably going to jail, but you don't seem worried." Agent Price raised his eyebrows and said sharply, "Do you know what I'm thinking?" She moved closer to Fiona, "I think you You already knew what your father was doing. You were already mentally prepared, so you don't worry about him now."

"That's bullshit—" Fiona frowned. "Of course I'm worried about my father."

"Really? But I can't tell from your expression."

"Oh, so you're still a profiler?" Fiona sarcastically said.She leaned forward and said nonchalantly, "Listen, I don't know what he's doing. You're not getting anything you want from here, and you're wasting precious time. I've got another There is a murder case to be dealt with. Now either you will produce solid evidence that my father committed the crime, or I will report to my superiors that you have deliberately delayed the progress of the murder investigation by illegally accusing a Bureau agent without any basis."

Agent Price stared at Fiona intently, "You're a law enforcement officer too, you know what you're supposed to do, I don't need to remind you, do I? You know if you're hiding something, it's not just about your career problem. You will likely face charges of accomplice."

"Of course I know what you mean." Fiona said calmly, "You can go, Agent Price."

After seeing off Agent Price, Fiona took a deep breath.She supported her forehead, took out her mobile phone, and opened the address book.Her father's number was first, but she didn't press the dial button in the end. Julian is probably under the control of the FBI now, and all his calls must be restricted.

Fiona is far from as calm as she appears on the surface.She found herself a little worried about Julian Mars, even though she had no real father-daughter feelings for him.But her body still belonged to his daughter, and they were still related by blood.Perhaps it was because of the blood relationship that she found she couldn't just sit back and watch it.

She immediately thought of Reid.She can ask for his help. Although the bau he belongs to is not closely connected with the white-collar crime investigation department, he may be able to find some inside information.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to call Reid's phone number.

"Hey Fiona!" Reid exclaimed in surprise after receiving her call. "I was just about to call you. My mom wanted to say a few words to you."

"Oh, hey, Spencer. I think—"

But Reid had already handed the phone to his mother.

"Hi, Miss Mars," came his mother's voice.

"Hi, Mrs. Reid." Fiona smiled helplessly, "You can call me Fiona."

"Okay, Fiona." Mrs. Reid sounded in a good mood, "We haven't had a chance to have a good chat since we last met."

"Mom, she's busy now—" Reid's voice came faintly from the microphone, "Long story short, okay?"

"Don't worry, Spencer. I'm just getting started." Mrs. Reid's voice came muffled, probably because she covered the microphone of the phone, and soon her voice became clear again, "—Fiona, I'm in Thinking, would you like to join us for Thanksgiving next week? Spencer is too shy to invite you."

"I'm not shy—" Reid protested.

Thanksgiving is very important to Americans, so Fiona was slightly flattered to receive such an invitation.

"Oh, of course!" Fiona laughed. "I'm glad you invited me."

"Excellent," Mrs. Reid said.

"Mom, let me—" Reid's voice said, "Thank you."

A few seconds later, Reid's voice came clearly from the phone.

"Hey, I'm sorry for the sudden invitation," he said. "My mother didn't say hello to me beforehand, and I was completely in the dark."

"It's okay, I'm glad she asked me—really," Fiona said.

Reid chuckled.

"Oh, by the way, did you call for something?" He asked in a slightly cheerful tone.

"There is something I want you to help with." Fiona hesitated for a moment, "This matter may embarrass you a bit, so you can completely refuse."

"What happened?" Reid's voice became calmer.

Fiona briefly told about her father.

"I just want to know what's going on, and I'm in the middle of the case right now," she said. "If only you had a way to get information about my father's case. Of course, I know that." It's probably against the rules for you, so—"

"I'm sorry to hear such news." Reid interrupted her, whispering, "Don't worry, I have a solution. Please wait a moment, I need to make a call."

Afterwards, Reid hastily hung up the phone.

For some reason, Fiona's uneasy mood suddenly calmed down a lot.She knew that Reid was never a man of empty words—he said he had a way, so there must be a way.

A few minutes later, Reid's call came in.

"Done," he said. "I've got everything on that bond scam. Do you want me to send it all to your e-mail?"

"Oh my God, thank you!" Fiona said in amazement, "How on earth did you do that?"

Reid coughed lightly, "Uh... Actually it's not my credit. Remember Garcia? She got it for me. She played a little trick and found these directly from the database of the White Collar Crime Investigation Bureau .”

"Anyway, thank you. Really." Fiona said sincerely, "Of course, I must thank the great Ms. Garcia. Tell her that I will definitely thank you in person next time."

"No problem, I'll pass it on," Reid said, pausing slightly, "I'm sorry what happened to your father."

"Me too." Fiona sighed.In fact, she found that she knew nothing about Julian, so she couldn't say anything in her father's defense.

"Whatever you need, just call me."

"I will." The corners of Fiona's mouth couldn't help but raise a little, "...Thank you, Spencer."

"You know you don't have to thank me every time." Reid said with a nasal tone that made his voice sound a little aggrieved, "You're my girlfriend, remember?"

"Of course." Fiona smiled softly, "You're right."

"Then keep in touch." Reid said softly, "...you know I'll always be there for you."

Fiona doesn't know how to describe her current mood.

She admitted that she had just been moved, but the emotion that filled her chest was not simply moved.She realized that she had begun to feel a little dependent on a man, which had never happened in her memory.Could it be because she is now more vulnerable?

"...I'll get back to you," she whispered. "Goodbye, Spencer."

Soon, a suspect was locked in the murder case that Fiona was in charge of.

The suspect is the deceased's boyfriend, named Shawn Connor.He is a used car dealer, and he has been married for five years and has a three-year-old daughter.In other words, it is impossible for the deceased Ashleymore to be engaged to him.

The autopsy report revealed that Ashley was pregnant, so it looked like Shawn had every motive to murder his mistress.And according to what he said, he was drinking alone in the bar at the time of the crime, and no one could prove that he was not at the scene of the crime.

"I broke up with her half a month ago." Shawn explained impatiently in the interrogation room, "I have nothing to do with her at all! How many times do you need me to say it before you understand?"

"Don't you know she's pregnant?" Fiona asked coldly.She has always hated this kind of man who betrayed his wife.

"No, I don't know!" shawn said angrily, with red eyes, "God, do you think that child is mine? I haven't slept with her for two months, who knows how long she has been in bed during this time?" Fucked with a man and got pregnant with a bastard—"

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