24th

"Clement, where are you?" Raphael called into the phone.

"Boss, we're still on Route 95. We'll be in Titusville in 35 minutes," Clement replied.

"Listen, the Orlando police found Katerina's body. I need you and Titus to go to the Orlando police station immediately to investigate this matter and get relevant evidence and witness testimony."

"Understood, boss."

At 21:01 that night, Clement, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hung up the phone and glanced at the driver Titus, "Hey, did you hear what the boss said?"

Titus looked very serious, "Yes."

"Judging from the content of the video and the evidence from Katerina's apartment, it was Gloria who was with her. But how could she be killed in Orlando? Where was Gloria?"

"We'll know all about it when we get to the Orlando Police Department."

"Who do you think killed Katerina?"

"I don't know. The Russians? Or those two gang members who robbed her in the video?"

"Russians? For [-] dollars, send someone to Orlando to hunt down a young call girl?" Clement said analytically, staring at the night outside the car window.

"Unless, Katerina is related to the murder of seven corpses in the Russian restaurant?!" Titus said.

"Really? I don't believe that a weak, defenseless Ukrainian girl can kill 7 strong Russian men by herself."

"Hmm. Maybe, someone is here to help her get out of the current dangerous situation?"

"Well, if that's the motive for the crime, I think it can be established."

After the two were silent for a few seconds, Clement said again, "From the analysis of the death time of the Russians, the person lying on the floor of the doctor's office on the third floor should be the first. Twist the neck to death."

Titus said, "However, the office is not the first scene of death. The killer's method is fast and fierce. I think this person must have some military background."

"That's right. Well, this is the job of the FBI. Our job is to find Gloria." Clement duly stopped talking about the Russian murder and continued talking.

"Hmm, of course." Titus replied tacitly.It seems that he is also unwilling to direct the investigation of major federal homicides to Gloria Curtis, a high school classmate whom he has not seen for more than ten years.

At this time, Gloria drove a motorcycle to the vicinity of 719 West Church Street in the Paramore area.When she found a simple coffee delivery shack on the left side of the road, she turned left and drove past.

He stopped his motorcycle, took off his helmet, and glanced around at some empty and barren neighborhoods.At this moment, two Latino men in tank tops and jeans standing against the wall of the coffee shop were watching her intently.

Among them, a medium-sized, muscular man said in Spanish, "Hey, your motorcycle looks great!"

Gloria stepped forward and said in Spanish with no expression, "Thank you, I want to find someone."

"Looking for someone? Well, sexy girl, do you have any dollars?"

"Uh, no."

"Cocaine or marijuana would work too."

"Sorry, I don't have these things."

Another man with a bald head and a bushy beard smiled softly, "That's right. But, you have other things. Like your motorcycle, your sexy body?"

"Hahaha! Brother, what do you think she will say?" The muscular man laughed wantonly.

Gloria believed that a large number of Orlando patrol officers had gathered on North Huey Avenue by this time.It only takes a few minutes for the heavily armed police to track her all the way here based on the video of the road surveillance system.

"Well, I'm looking for Donadieu. If you know him, you'd better tell me." Gloria stepped forward and said seriously.

"Donadieu? No, no, I don't know anything." The muscular man looked a little flustered.

"Really? But, the expressions of you and your brother tell me, you know."

"Fucking bitch, what the hell are you trying to do?"

Gloria suddenly pulled out the revolver gun hidden in the back waist, held the gun in his right hand, and pulled the hammer down with his thumb, aiming at the head of the man with a thick beard on the right.

She stretched her left hand forward and grabbed the muscular man in front of her, and said in a low voice, "I want to know where that bastard Donadieu is!"

"Hey hey, girl, calm down, okay?" the man with the bushy beard called out hastily.

"I'm calm." Gloria's eyes were always fixed on the man who was pinched by her.

"Relax, relax." The man with the bushy beard noticed that she was not looking at him, and he wanted to take this opportunity to grab the gun in her hand.

"Don't move, I know what you want to do." When Gloria spoke, her left hand grabbed the opponent's neck with increasing strength.

"Damn it...I can't breathe..." The muscular man turned red because the carotid artery was choked by her.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. Just let him go!" cried the man with the bushy beard.

"Very good. Look, isn't this easy?" Gloria said, letting go of her left hand and taking a few steps back.

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