Chapter 670 Keep up the good work
Gizelle is an ordinary agent affiliated with ERO (ICE's Enforcement and Deportation Operations Group). She has been on the job for less than half a year and is usually not assigned to go on solo missions. However, this time there seems to be an exception.
At 6 o'clock this morning, she was arranged to escort a Latina girl who was just over ten years old to Georgia. This order was a bit strange, and it was obviously a hard job because it required nearly 20 hours of long-distance driving.
But the boss had a very good reason, because Gizelle’s skin color was similar to that of the little girl, and as a second-generation immigrant, she also spoke Spanish.
Although she knew that this kind of task arrangement smacked of workplace bullying, as a newbie, she didn't even dare to think of asking one more question. She signed the handover formalities resignedly and even took the delivery with her car driver. .
"Don't be afraid. Although I don't know why the higher-ups want to send you to Georgia alone, you are still a minor and should not be deported."
Driving an SUV with the word ICE on it and driving onto the highway, Gizelle breathed a sigh of relief and comforted the little girl in the passenger seat in Spanish.
The little girl not only has the same brown skin as her, but also has black hair and black eyes. She looks like her compatriot at first glance. Her eyes are big, and the look she looks at her is as innocent and innocent as a little deer, which makes people feel sympathy.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Gizelle reached out and took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, "Are you hungry? Drink some water first, and we'll find a place to eat later."
"I don't understand Spanish, can we speak English?" Surprisingly, after the little girl took the mineral water, she spoke in pure American English.
"Huh? Why you?" Gizelle was a little confused. This seemed to be a little different from what he expected.
In the next twenty minutes, the situation from the little girl's mouth made the Latina ICE female agent even more confused. The little girl who called herself Tully said that she was not a stowaway from the south, but a native of the United States. People, and even a father who works for the FBI.
Not long after leaving New York City, Gizelle hurriedly stopped at a fast food restaurant on the side of the highway and ordered some food for the little girl. She held her phone and was extremely confused.
She didn't know what kind of trouble she was getting into, but it was obvious that the trouble was not small for her.
The information about Agent Jess Lacroix can be found by searching online. He is an FBI assistant special agent in charge. Although the two parties are not in the same system, the other party's position corresponds to that within ICE and is higher than her immediate boss. Go up a long way.
Gizelle couldn't even think of what kind of conspiracy she was involved in, but she could confirm one thing, the little girl in front of her was innocent.
After struggling for a long time, Gizelle finally dialed a number and said, "Hello, I'm looking for Agent Jess Lacroix."
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After pressing the phone number she obtained from the FBI's New York office, Gizelle rubbed Tully's little head and made a face at her, "You'd better not lie to me, and I'll remember you from now on." The phone number of your father or other relative.”
Tali lowered her head in embarrassment. This may be a common problem among modern people. She was dumbfounded when her phone was taken away from her body. She couldn't save a single number in her mind except 911.
"Hello, I'm Lacroix." The call was quickly connected. When she heard the male voice coming from inside, Gizelle hesitated for a moment and didn't know how to formulate the words.
"Uh, Agent Lacroix, I have your daughter in my hands."
As soon as the words came out, Gizelle realized that there was something wrong with what she said, and quickly explained, "It's like this, there is a little girl named Tully next to me, and she said she is your daughter."
To her surprise, the person on the other side of the phone called out her name, "Are you Agent Gizelle McPherson? Tell me your current location."
Gizelle subconsciously glanced at the cursive store name on the counter, "We just drove onto Interstate 95 and are now in a fast food restaurant called Gina's House on the roadside."
Lacroix's voice was low and slightly excited, "Give me 10 minutes. We will be behind you. Can you let me talk to my daughter?"
"Of course." Gizelle quickly handed the phone to Tully.
"Daddy, where are you?" the little girl shouted loudly, attracting frequent glances from other customers in the fast food restaurant. Gizelle flipped up her hair in embarrassment and tried to act as if nothing had happened. She felt like a child abductor. Bad guy.
"Squeak" Less than 5 minutes before the call was hung up, the gray steel-colored Dodge Hellcat rushed into the parking lot in front of the fast food restaurant at a dangerous speed, and then turned the front of the car in the direction of the store after a beautiful tail flick. .
As soon as the dust was kicked up into the air, someone opened the passenger door eagerly. The little girl who had been looking out the window couldn't help but jump out of her seat and rush after seeing that familiar figure. Towards the door.
"Tully!"
Lacroix squatted down and held his daughter tightly in his arms, "I miss you so much, baby."
"Me too, Daddy, although I told myself not to be afraid, you will come to save me, but I still can't help it." The little girl's big eyes were already filled with tears, and she cried like a dam bursting. There was a ruckus.
"I know, I know, my baby is the bravest girl in the world, just like her mother." Lacroix held his daughter's little face with mixed emotions.
Not wanting to disturb the reunited father and daughter, Gizelle's eyes met another handsome boy with a bright smile, and he forced out a smile with some embarrassment.
"I wonder if I'm in some kind of trouble?"
"It's not too much trouble." Jack took the initiative to reach out and shake her hand, and introduced himself, "Hello, Agent McPherson, I am Jack Tavole, a senior FBI agent."
There was a look of surprise on Gizelle's face. She thought that the FBI in front of her, who looked much younger than herself, was a rookie like herself. Her already nervous mood was now a little more complicated.
"It'll be okay. We were chasing after you, and we will handle the rest of the matter. We won't embarrass you, but just in case, I need you to go back to the station with us first." Of course Jack Knowing what she was worried about, he still kept a smile and comforted her.
After figuring out the whole story, Assistant Director Dana Moger came forward to directly contact DHS (Department of Homeland Security), and they quickly obtained the location information of the SUV driven by Gizelle.
Even if she didn't call Lacroix or even take a break at a fast food restaurant, they could still catch up at the border of New Jersey and Maryland. After all, Jack had already stepped on the accelerator with the siren blaring along the way.
The electronic speed limit of this Dodge Hellcat is 150 mph, which is almost 257 kilometers per hour in kilometers per hour. However, Jack's speed basically did not drop below 140 mph after he left the city.
To help Lacroix find his daughter, Jack drove back to the apartment to take a shower alone. Meimei slept for four hours before regaining her energy. This time, it was 48 consecutive hours. The raid and the continuous long-distance driving made even an iron man feel exhausted. Can't bear it.
When he woke up, he found that Hannah had also slept beside him at some point. The little sweet girl didn't even take off her clothes and just curled up in a ball, purring like a kitten.
After helping her take off her coat and shoes and covering her with the quilt, Jack went downstairs and took out a large package of shepherd's purse and shrimp wontons that he had prepared before. After cooking them, he ate half of them, and the remaining half was soaked in ice water, and then used in a pan. After frying, I left a note and went out.
Back at the operations center, it was just past noon. Most of the analysts and technicians who stayed up late last night had not returned to work yet. At least two-thirds of the seats were still empty. However, the clues and directions of the investigation were clear for the time being. Progress was not delayed.
Mark Vasco, the arms smuggler who is suspected of dealing with Emma Kane, showed up at a private house in Milford, Connecticut early this morning, around the same time that Jack and Lacroix made a scene at the detention center. tarmac.