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Chapter 32 As virtue rises one foot, vice rises ten
California, Senator Buckley’s central quarter.
A man gingerly walks into the office which is way bigger than his own, larger, and more luxury.
“It’s been a long while, Aaron, my friend.”
“Thank you for agreeing with me, Senator Buckley.”
“Call me Faye.”
Two people sit down on the luxury armchair, facing each other. Outside the French window of the Senator Faye Buckley’s office, is the sight of the beautiful Pacific Ocean with the Golden Gate Bridge.
“So…” Faye Buckley adjusts her seat to the most comfortable position, she takes out a beautiful whiskey bottle from her drawer, pouring the brown liquid in two glasses, and she hands one to the high FBI commander. After that, she folds her hands in front of her stomach. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Aaron’s face looks stern; he doesn’t even bother to touch the glass of whiskey.
“You do know the reason, Ms. Senator.”
“Doesn’t bother to enlighten me again, does it? I do have all day, but do you? Mr. Kornbluth?”
Aaron exhales a huge sigh, slowly, he takes out the deck of card from his side pocket, putting it on the senator’s huge mahogany desk, it was the same deck of the card he took out from the mansion.
The elder woman sees what has been bothering the great FBI commander; it was surprisingly a small deck of card, she slightly raises her eyebrow.
“You do remember the Criminal organization control by Sebastian Cooper, don’t you?”
Hearing the name Cooper, the proud look on the senator’s face slightly twists a bit.
“Of course, how couldn’t I know? A few years ago it was a tough group for the police force.” The woman adjusts a pen on her desk. “Why did you ask?”
“It was the only key evidence that leads us to the infamous Justine Cooper, other than that, nothing could help us to find or understand more details about her.”
A smirk appears on the senators’ face she folds her hands on her thigh.
“And why should it be my business? Shouldn’t it be the FBI’s’ problem?”
“It was our problem.” Aaron says coldly. “one more day without her being arrested, it means another night without being able to sleep peacefully; Senator, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what you were responsible for what happened 21 years ago.”