"Fred? I'm in the parking lot at the intersection of 15th Street north of Santa Monica. My...that old Ford is gone, I think it might have been stolen." Sean, wearing a baseball cap, stood on the street, carefully observing the surroundings while making phone calls.

"Okay, then we can be sure." The other side was silent, and then Frederick's sigh came.

"Can you tell me what's going on now?" Sean asked.

"We will have an interview in fifteen minutes. Before that, we will still be the same as before. Don't contact anyone. In addition, I need you to do something, Sean," the agent said quickly. "I will send you the phone number from the Los Angeles Police Department and Santa Monica No. 14 branch to you by text message. I want you to report the case by phone first. Don't go through 911 and report it directly, and then go to register and sign it, but remember, don't let the police find out who you are. Although it is unlikely... it's better to be careful."

"Hell, what the hell happened?" Sean's brow frowned.

"I can't tell it clearly on the phone," Frederick's tone was quite calm. "Go quickly. Although there are risks, it's only 8 o'clock now. The police have not officially started work yet. The left-behind police officers will not be so serious. It's okay to be careful."

"Then why should I do this?" Sean asked immediately.

"To prove that your car was lost, to prove that you didn't know, go!" the agent hung up the phone.

Shawn, who was a little depressed, had to wait for the newsletter to arrive, call the police station to report the loss, and then walk over to register.

As Frederick said, the time is still there, and it is a small branch, and the police are not very serious. The fat black woman in charge of receiving at the door has never seen him in person. After Sean explained that he was the person who called the police just now, he threw a form over and asked.

It is very easy to deal with a vehicle loss case in the United States. Fill in the form, log in to the computer system, and then send it to the patrol police terminals in various places. As for the future, if you are lucky, a patrol police may find the stolen vehicle one day, and if you are unlucky, you may never find it again.

Of course, if a rich man loses his car, he will naturally be treated differently, but Sean is not afraid to reveal his identity now, which Frederick repeatedly reminds him.

Although he had also thought about whether they colluded to make pranks, after all, when he ran away yesterday, no one said hello, but when he thought about Frederick's tone carefully, the possibility was not high. So the fat woman put it at the bottom of a stack of documents without looking at it. It seemed that she would not handle it in a short time, but she breathed a sigh of relief.

After coming out of the police station and waiting on the street for a while, he finally received a call from his agent and quickly found his car.

"What the hell happened? I'll handle it carefully in the police station, just like in a crime movie." Sean immediately complained half-jokingly after getting in the car.

But Frederick didn't laugh: "Where were you last night?"

"What are you asking for this?" Sean looked at him alertly.

"I need to know where you are." The agent emphasized.

"Then let me tell me what happened first," Sean immediately emphasized his tone, "I have done everything you asked me to do, but I don't know anything!"

The two looked at each other for a while, Frederick raised his hands and his tone became a little heavy: "Well, at around four o'clock this morning, your Ford was found outside a small wood in Huntington Park. The front of the car hit a tree and could no longer move. A lot of cocaine was spilled on the back seat, at least an ounce!"

"You mean..." Sean frowned immediately.

But the agent didn't stop: "A little earlier, around 3:30, when I found the car eight miles away, someone saw your car hit a drunk and ran away quickly."

Sean's face suddenly became ugly.

"Around six o'clock, the police came to the door. The drunkard was sent to the hospital and died after being rescued. The car was full of your fingerprints, but you were not here and the phone could not be contacted..." Frederick finally sighed, "They have listed you as the biggest suspect. Although it has not been announced to the public, some media with a sensitive sense of smell have come to the door. If you don't come back, they will officially summon you. So, tell me, Sean, where were you last night?!"

"I last night..." From the time I heard cocaine found in the car, Sean's head began to turn rapidly. "I stayed in a small park on 12th Street for the whole night. You know, a lot of things have been bothering me recently. I need to be alone and quiet for a while. As a result, I fell asleep under a tree after a long time, and then I woke up in the morning. Fortunately, I didn't catch a cold."

"That's it?" The agent narrowed his eyes.

"That's it." Sean nodded.

"Do you look like you slept under a tree all night?" Frederick asked immediately.

"It will be like this right away," Sean replied toughly, "Listen, Fred, I know what you are worried about. I didn't drive around in the middle of the night, nor hit people, nor did I smoke or carry cocaine. If necessary, I can have a urine test. I'm innocent!"

The agent originally wanted to say something, but when he saw the time, he could only sigh: "Okay, go back first, and then you go back alone, call a taxi, keep calm, and I will come over with the lawyer."

"Best lawyer?" Sean looked at him.

"The best." Frederick nodded.

Afterwards, Sean got out of the car and waited until the agent left, he took out his phone and sent a message with a serious expression: No matter what happened, no matter what you saw on TV, don’t pay attention to it, don’t stand up!

Then he called the taxi company again, and while waiting, he went to the small park where he picked up the 12-linked tour, so he found a tree to sit down and rolled twice.

Although he did everything he should do, Sean was still surprised when his villa appeared in front of him. Although it was only nine o'clock in the morning, five or six interview cars had been parked outside, and many reporters were guarding the door and looking inside from time to time, hoping to get big news. It seems that the rumors of the police station's media insider are not aimless. Although they have not looked at the taxi yet - some journalists or journalist assistants are coming for taxi-it is a matter of time before they notice him.

"Wow, is this happening? Or do you want to hold a press conference here?" the driver asked excitedly.

"I don't know, just stop at the gate." Sean said, then took a deep breath.

If he could, he wanted Garen and the others to open the door and let the taxi go in and stay away from these flies. But the problem is that he now plays a role that he doesn't know anything, and if he doesn't say hello and goes out alone, he won't turn on the main phone before he comes back. When he calls at this time, he can't guarantee that people will not doubt and then grab the pain.

Of course, he could explain that seeing so many media outside his home, he wanted to ask what happened, but in this case, it was obvious that more things would be better than less.

"God, is it Sean? Don!" After he got out of the car, there was a burst of screams, and the waiting media rushed forward.

"I heard that you drove a car and ran away. Is this true?"

"There is news that you are suspected of drug driving. Is it true or false?"

"The police and the prosecutor are at your home right now, do you have anything to say?"

"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about. I've just come back." Sean stretched out his hands and pushed the various things handed to him, then frowned, with surprise and confusion, and appropriately showed his ignorance.

Before he could get to the phone, the door in front of him had already opened. It was obvious that Galen and others in the villa had already found out that he had come back. After blocking the reporter outside the door, Sean took two steps to the door, calmly and anxiously, and then he saw Galen and the others waiting at the door, and there were two strangers.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, we are agents of the Los Angeles Police Department. I am Parker Gucci from the Drug Enforcement Division." A black man came first and said.

"I am Allen Gates from the Transportation Department." Another white man said.

"Hey, wait, you're not in line with the rules." Galen immediately stood in front of Sean.

The other party didn't care, just looked at him: "Our head and the prosecutor are all inside."

Sean nodded and said he knew, then pretended to ask Garen: "What happened?"

After exchanging eyes invisibly, Garen shrugged: "They said you drove and ran away and took drugs."

"Oh?" Sean raised his eyebrows, "This is impossible, and you seem to have used less words."

"They didn't use the word 'suspected' at the beginning," Garen looked at the two detectives in front of him with hostility. "And, the car in the photo is indeed your Ford, with a lot of cocaine spilled in the back seat."

The two detectives said nothing. Since that was the case, Sean didn't talk nonsense to them and walked inside first: "It must be a car thief. I had already reported it to be a few dozen minutes ago."

Soon he came to the living room, and a few gazes fell on him, and then a slightly fat middle-aged man with a mustache and a tall, thin guy in a suit and tie came over.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, I am John Kerry of the Drug Enforcement Division of the Los Angeles Police Department. This is Thomas Anderson, the district attorney," said the middle-aged man with a mustache. "You are now suspected of drug driving and hitting someone and escaping. Please ask us to assist in the investigation."

"I need to know the specific situation." Sean was not going to follow their pace, "I'm going to wait for my lawyer."

"Of course you have the right to know, Mr. Tang, but please understand and cooperate with us. The matter has spread. I don't think you would like to see more and more media outside, right?" Prosecutor Anderson asked with a smile.

"I understand very well, but going to the police station won't change this situation." Although Sean said so, he still made a cooperative attitude.

The prosecutor chuckled, then called a policeman over and took out his handcuffs and tortured Sean.

"Is this?" Sean frowned.

"Please understand that this is a necessary procedure. If you don't want to be seen by the media, you can cover it with clothes." The prosecutor said.

Although he felt it was inappropriate, Sean didn't know what was wrong, so he had to nod to Garen and Sanders and walked out with the prosecutor.
Chapter completed!