I love you, I won't kill you

"Pull over, please." Elaine glanced sideways at the lieutenant and said.

"What are you talking about? Damn, don't you know how I feel right now?" Amanda said very unhappy.

Immediately, she parked the car on the side of the road outside Westwood Park, south of the federal building.Elaine turned around and looked at her, "What do you want to do? Can you tell me, who is this person you want to investigate?"

Amanda felt that the more she was told, the more trouble she would have.Holding the steering wheel with his left hand, he turned to look at the rookie FBI agent, "I will try my best to help my best friend in life. Elaine, you should go home."

"No. You know, while I'm not an FBI field agent, my job is to maintain national security and fight organized terrorism."

"God, what does this have to do with national security and anti-terrorism?!"

"That's right. From your conversation just now, I have drawn the following conclusions: first, you defined the disappearance of your friend and child as a suspected kidnapping case; second, I think the person you want to investigate must be related to you friends. Since you want my help, you must tell me the whole truth."

"Thank you, I've got your help."

Elaine took out the phone and looked at her, "You don't need to tell me, I can immediately find out who the call was made to just now. Or, I can easily get the content of the message you sent."

"Shut up, you are violating the privacy of American citizens."

"Thank you. Since you are a lieutenant officer in the US Marine Corps, I think it is necessary for me to notify NCIS and my boss to deal with this matter."

"Really? Never stab your partner in the back." Amanda finally used a classic line from a CBS "NCIS" TV series.

"Hmm, I still remember that there is a saying, 'Never assume'. Right?" Elaine said softly.

Amanda reached out and pressed the phone she was dialing, "Okay, let's stop arguing. Let me tell you the truth."

At this moment, Brandon called again, "Amanda, this is Brandon, and the person you want to check has been found. Do you know who this person is?"

"Who? All I know is this guy is probably a biker."

"No, this person is definitely not as simple as you imagined. This person named Anthony is actually a member of the Texas White Camelia Knights. This organization mainly operates in the Midwest."

"Oh, thank you. So, do you know where the bastard is now?"

"Well, according to his credit card swiping records and the last call location, he is currently staying in a place called Lake Havasu City in Arizona."

"I see, you send me the location where he last appeared."

"Amanda, I don't know what you have to do with this Ku Klux Klan guy. But I think extremism in the United States is a paramilitary organization, mostly racists who call themselves 'neo-Nazis' and nationalists..." Brandon introduced the organization Anthony joined in more detail.

"Thanks, I see. Uh, say hello to Grace and Janice for me." Amanda said simply.

"Of course. It's just...Are you sure you don't need our help? The other party is a paramilitary extremist organization that will use violent means."

"It's okay, I'm a marine."

Because the conversation with Brandon was using the car Bluetooth phone, this conversation was heard clearly by Elaine.Open your eyes and look at her, "Do you know what your friend said, the truth, what it means?"

As Amanda drove off the side of the road and into the driveway, she said, "That means we'll have to drive nearly five hours to get to Lake Havasu City."

Elaine subconsciously touched the Glock 23 pistol in the holster on the right waist, "Okay, can you tell me the truth now?"

The Shelby GT500 with a black body and two wide red racing stripes running through the roof from the front to the rear quickly drove on the Santa Monica Expressway towards the east of Los Angeles.

"So, now you think Nina Drake's ex-boyfriend kidnapped her and their two daughters?" Elaine asked.

"This possibility is very high. Three years ago, I warned him once because he beat Nina." Amanda recalled.

"Well, based on your description and the restraining order your friend applied to the District Court against the ex-boyfriend. Then, I think this bastard may deliberately make the other party feel the pain of losing their child out of the psychological effect of revenge. Perhaps, he would prohibit the children from leaving the house or going to school, and he may use domestic violence and physical and psychological abuse on the two children."

"You're right. But I was serving in Afghanistan at the time, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"Amanda, don't forget that there are still many people in this world who care about you."

"Thank you. Well, do you have any plans?" Amanda asked with a warm heart.

"Uh, plan? Let me think about it." Elaine said thinking.

As an FBI profiler, she is best at profile and psychological description of criminals.But if she was asked to formulate an action plan or discuss ways to rescue the hostages immediately, she could only follow the cases in the textbooks of the National Academy.

As a purely professional soldier, Amanda believes that in an emergency, she can only trust her partner and the gun in her hand.The partner is used to cover the operation and provide the necessary fire support, and the gun in hand is the only thing that can solve the problem.

"Well, we can first observe and track where the other party goes, who he often chats with and drinks with. Then..."

"Elaine, I only have 24 hours off. When the time is up, I have to go back to Camp Pendleton."

"Oh, in that case, let the FBI handle it. If it's a group of extremists with automatic weapons, I can just call the hostage rescue team in the bureau to participate in the operation."

"No. I won't return to camp until I see my friend and her baby are safe."

While dialing the number of colleagues in the bureau, Elaine said to Amanda, "Please, we are the FBI, not the Los Angeles Police."

Amanda said suddenly, "Wait, what if Anthony Price didn't do this?"

"Well, even if you officially report the case to the FBI, we will then take over a series of investigations. While obtaining evidence, we will determine the identity of the suspect and rescue the kidnapped mother and daughter."

"Oh, how long will that take?"

"I don't know, it depends on the progress of the case. Wait, I will talk to my colleagues in the bureau about the situation."

The two-door sports coupe was going fast on the freeway. After 4 hours and 35 minutes, Amanda pulled the car off Interstate 40 south of Goose Lake and turned right onto Route 95 all the way south toward Hawa, Arizona. Suhu City drove away.

Elaine and Amanda had planned to find a restaurant in the city to have dinner after going to the Los Angeles Police Department.But what I didn't expect was that today's dinner was actually eaten at a restaurant on the side of the Lake Havasu City highway at the junction of the two federal states of California and Arizona after 11 o'clock in the evening.

"Amanda, I'm thirsty and hungry, can we stop for something to eat and have some coffee?" Elaine said in distress.

"What? Oh, okay. I didn't expect that you could pass the FBI's physical fitness test." Amanda said.

"Please, I'm just a federal agent, not an omnipotent Marine."

"Go to the FBI's gym a few more times, I think it will still be good for you."

"I know. But I'm a profiler, not a field agent."

Amanda shook her head, and when she saw a gas station on the right side of the road, "Okay, we'll settle our dinner here."

Elaine shrugged, "Go and cheer, I'll order food."

"Well, dinner will be settled within 10 minutes. Night is the best time for us to act."

"God, you think this is a Marine Corps operation?"

"No, this is a hostage rescue operation."

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