Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 102: Notebook!
Four hours later, in the interrogation room of Investigation Team Five.
Fletcher was handcuffed to a chair, his body trembling, yawning non-stop.
"Fletcher."
Luo An and Reesi, carrying a bunch of things, walked into the interrogation room. After seating themselves, Reesi stared into Fletcher's eyes and listed the times of the four robbery cases, then asked:
"At these four moments, where were you?"
"I..."
Fletcher's eyes shifted around, he replied in a low voice:
"I was on a business trip."
"Is that so?"
Hearing this, Reesi scoffed disdainfully and took out the notebook that Luo An had just retrieved. She flipped it open, displayed its contents to Fletcher, and said coldly:
"Fletcher, we don't have time to waste on your nonsense. You'd better start telling the truth.
The handwriting in this notebook matches the actions of the robbers in all four bank robberies!
And we also know about you being fired from New York Pier, your so-called business trip… huh, what's the real story here?"
Indeed, Luo An had found a notebook in Fletcher's bedroom that had several pages detailing the steps of the previous four robbery cases.
The initial scouting phase, exploiting a journalist to scout the location, and how to evade cameras after the bank robbery, making sure the police couldn't find a trace.
How to trick the police, sticking fake tattoo decals on parts of the body that were likely to be exposed, and "accidentally" letting witnesses at the scene see them...
In summary, the notebook contained the entire plan of robbing the bank, including most potential problems that could arise during the robbery, as well as specific solutions.
In Luo An's view, aside from not detailing how to launder the money after the robbery and a few minor flaws,
everything else was nearly foolproof for a successful bank robbery as long as one followed the notebook's instructions.
"What are you talking about?"
After hearing Reesi's words and seeing the notebook in front of him, Fletcher's eyes bulged in shock, and he suddenly perked up, shouting loudly:
"It's not me, really, it's not me! This is just a script!"
"A script?"
Luo An and Reesi both paused upon hearing this.
"That's right, a script!"
Seeing the expressions on the faces across from him, Fletcher licked his chapped lips and began to speak rapidly.
"Two months ago, my wife was in a car accident..."
According to Fletcher, after his beloved wife died in the accident, he should have been crying out loud.
But for some reason, Fletcher just couldn't cry. His daily life continued as if his wife had never existed.
As he numbly dealt with his wife's body and invited friends and relatives to the funeral, Fletcher felt like an outsider, as if none of it had anything to do with him.
Until he was slapped in the face by his wife's sister.
"That day, I drove home holding my face."
Fletcher, trembling, covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down uncontrollably:
"The moment I lay on the bed, my tears suddenly started flowing, and I couldn't stop them no matter what..."
Hearing Fletcher's narrative, Reesi furrowed her brows and turned to look at Luo An. Luo An, after a few seconds of silence, explained in a low voice:
"It's a type of emergency defense mechanism.
When faced with a catastrophic event that suddenly befalls them and over which they have no control, some people's brains will block out this event, pretending it never happened, allowing themselves to move forward.
This is fairly common. In milder cases, like girls who experienced indecency in childhood, or like Fletcher who suddenly lost a relative, they tend to subconsciously ignore these traumatic events until they remember them one day.
In more severe cases, it manifests as dissociative identity disorder, where victims fantasize another person in their minds to bear the suffering, while they themselves forget these incidents and keep moving forward."
When Mona was describing the situation using the computer earlier, Luo An had this idea, only at the time, he lacked evidence.
Reesi furrowed her brows, nodded slightly, and turned to look at Fletcher. Her voice unchanged, she tapped the notebook on the table and continued to ask:
"What does this have to do with the script you mentioned?"
Fletcher wiped his tears and continued with his story.
After crying all night, Fletcher learned the next day that he had been fired from the New York Pier.
After remaining silent for a full day, Fletcher decided to put the dismissal aside as he had more important things to do.
"When my wife was still alive, she told me that by marrying me, she missed her chance to realize her dreams."
Fletcher caressed the mark where his ring used to be, a reminiscent look crossing his face.
Ever since she was young, his wife was a devout Christian believer.
As a good Christian girl, she never got tattoos, never stole from other women, never smoked 'leaf,' never 'ate flour,' never went to strip clubs, never...
There were too many nevers.
Furthermore, his wife always had a dream of becoming a screenwriter, to have the stories she wrote appear on the big screens of Hollywood.
"So for the remainder of my life, I plan to fulfill every dream my wife told me about while she was alive."
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The content in the notebook was one of the stories that Fletcher created to fulfill his wife's dream of becoming a screenwriter.
Thinking about Fletcher's life and experiences that Mona had introduced before, Luo An and Reesi frowned, believing him halfway.
That's because Fletcher still hadn't said where he was when the four bank robberies took place.
Seeing Luo An and Reesi still sitting quietly in their chairs, looking at him, Fletcher was silent for a while and eventually sighed:
"I was in New Jersey when the four robberies occurred, buying some 'leaf' and 'flour' from the Hyena Gang.
The 'flour' you saw in my bedroom just now was what I bought from the Hyena Gang.
At the time, I only bought a small pack, thinking it wouldn't be a problem just doing it once, but I didn't realize the purchases would grow more and more..."
Upon hearing this, Luo An's eyebrows shot up.
No wonder Fletcher had collapsed on the floor so suddenly earlier, he had bought the 'flour' from the Hyena Gang.
The 'flour' from the Hyena Gang was laced with fentanyl.
The toxicity and addictive nature of fentanyl...
Having heard Fletcher's story, they discussed briefly, and Reesi got up and left the interrogation room.
Fletcher said he had been living in a motel in New Jersey those days because he was afraid of getting caught by police for possessing 'flour.'
Now she was going to check the motel's surveillance and testimony.
"Very well, Mr. Fletcher, let's assume everything you just said is true,"
Luo An's gaze shifted away from the interrogation room door that Reesi had closed, and refocused on Fletcher, speaking with a serious tone:
"But the text in your notebook matches perfectly with the four robbery cases, which indicates that the robbers have definitely been in contact with you! They might even be your friends or acquaintances.
Now, I need you to think carefully, apart from you, who else has seen the contents of the notebook!"
"There are quite a few, agent,"
Fletcher let out a bitter smile, indicating that many friends and acquaintances had seen the contents of the notebook in the past four months as he sought inspiration and advice.
While some people thought they had misjudged Fletcher and ignored him,
others chose to believe in him. Having known him for many years and helped each other, they didn't believe Fletcher was the cold-hearted type.
Luo An frowned and after a few seconds of silence, he continued to ask:
"Among these people, which ones have been in the military? Are there any police officers? Or joined SWAT or other special units?"
"This..."
Fletcher lowered his head and pondered, and after a while, he shook his head:
"It seems not, agent."
Upon hearing this, Luo An raised his eyebrows, just about to speak when Fletcher suddenly slapped his arm and looked up, saying:
"Wait, agent, something just came to mind."
