Chapter 190: Ron's Plan
"Why are you singing to me?" Tommy asked, puzzled.
"Nothing, I just think the singer of this song looks a little like you."
How could he explain this? Ron could only say this, but Tommy was so excited: "You think I'm as good-looking as a famous singer?"
Brother, I think he's as unlucky in love as you!
But Ron couldn't say this out loud. At this point, it wasn't time for that kind of drama. He had to wait until reality TV shows became popular. Only then would that kind of scandal make headlines.
And then, single-handedly, it would destroy entire careers.
"You think so, right?"
"Army buddy, why are you here?"
"I was watching TV in the hotel and happened to see the APBs for you two, so I came out to see if I could help," Ron said, his words already prepared. "Did you really steal the drugs?"
"I didn't realize you were capable of such a big score. I really underestimated you. Do you need me to help you get out of the country? For just two million dollars, I can arrange new identities for you."
"I didn't steal any drugs! Where would I get two million dollars from? You might as well harvest my organs," Tommy said frantically.
"Forget it, your organs are too damaged to fetch that much." Ron grimaced. "Since you don't have that kind of money, forget it. I'll continue my vacation, and you two can keep running."
"Wait, army buddy, are you abandoning me?" Tommy said, eyes widening in disbelief.
"Bro, it's not that I don't care about you, but America only welcomes people with clean records and cash. If you don't have money, then there's really nothing I can do to help you." Ron spread his hands, looking helpless.
It's okay to help his army buddy, but he couldn't pay for it himself, right? That was against protocol. Even his commanding officer's motto was "No Money, No Mission."
"So what do we do now? They've all falsely accused me of stealing the drugs and killing that guy."
"Then we'll find a way to investigate. If you truly didn't steal anything or kill anyone, I'm sure the system will clear you. But before that, you'd better lay low. The news is covering your case right now."
"Congratulations, you're famous in Miami!"
Ron smiled mischievously. Quinn immediately became anxious, even his stuttering stopped. "It's all your fault! Where's the Vizcaya Museum?"
Ron interrupted. "I've been there. It's not bad, but it's pretty hot during the day. I recommend sunscreen. If you're not afraid of getting caught, I can go with you again."
"Get lost, we've had nothing but trouble since you came to Miami, and I haven't even blamed you for being bad luck!" Tommy was furious, but of course he didn't dare to vent his anger on Ron. He could only yell at Quinn.
"So what do we do now?"
"I'll give this to Sofia first." Tommy took out his newly bought gold chain.
"It's already this late, and you're still thinking about that?!"
"I'm going to her birthday party, and I'm going to ask Detective Morrison to meet me there too. I don't want to die without knowing why." As he said that, Tommy took out his cell phone and was about to call Morrison, but Quinn snatched the phone away.
"How did those gangsters know where we were? Why were they carrying zip ties?"
"Are you saying they have someone inside the police department?"
Ron raised his hand with amusement in his eyes. "I support your first suspicion. I also think they may have someone on the inside. But as for zip ties, they sell them at any hardware store on the next block. This is Miami, they're not uncommon."
"That's right, I know several places," Tommy agreed, and began to call Morrison. "Even if they have someone inside the department, it can't be Detective Morrison."
"I want a copy of the case report from him, in English."
"What for?"
"Don't you want to know who you allegedly killed?" Quinn asked.
"Carlos Mendez, the dealer Tommy helped move product for," they both looked at Ron at the same time: "You know."
"Don't look at me. All I know is what's on the news. As for the rest, you should ask your detective friend to send you the case file. Adios~" With that, Ron turned and was about to leave.
Tommy hurriedly grabbed his shirt: "Wait, army buddy, where are you going?"
"Of course, to continue vacationing~" Ron pulled out a tourist map and put on his sunglasses, looking like a typical American tourist.
"Won't you help us investigate the case?"
"Of course not. I told you, I'm here on vacation, why would I want to work?" Ron said matter-of-factly. "Besides, it's you two who are wanted, not me."
"By the way, if we really can't figure this out and you're desperate, I can help you disappear to some war-torn countries in Africa, the Middle East, or South America. I have a contact in private security who does a lot of work in those regions, and you could lay low with his clients."
With that, Ron pulled his shirt free from Tommy's grip and strolled off, leaving Tommy fuming.
"What a disloyal bastard! If I hadn't vouched for him, Sergeant Williams never would have accepted a city boy like him in our unit."
"Didn't you say yesterday that you had a lot of army buddies across the country? Both from different backgrounds."
"That was later."
...
Turning the corner, Ron immediately opened a small app on his phone. On the map, a blinking dot appeared not far from where he was, so clear that he could even hear their conversations.
It was the GPS tracker Ron had just "accidentally" planted in Tommy's backpack. It could function for two days without charging, cutting-edge technology from the federal agencies.
As for why he put the tracker on Tommy instead of Quinn, it was obviously because Tommy, being so careless, wouldn't notice the extra device in his bag.
On the other hand, with Quinn's obsessive attention to detail, that wasn't necessarily the case.
Ron couldn't remember the exact location of the drugs, so he had to resort to this surveillance method. And letting the three dealers go wasn't because he liked their familiar faces.
It was just an excuse. Ron simply wanted to find three disposable assets to take the fall, or what's commonly known as patsies.
Keeping the drugs was impossible - not in this lifetime!
But causing Tommy's downfall would also make Ron feel a little guilty, and he wouldn't be able to explain himself to his superiors. So, Ron needed scapegoats to help Tommy.
They were the masterminds of the drug heist anyway, so they deserved to be thrown under the bus. With Ron's federal protection, Tommy would definitely be immune to any serious consequences.
As for the murder case that accompanied the drug theft? Who cares? Ron didn't - it wasn't his jurisdiction anyway.
(End of chapter)
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