Two hours later, in a temporarily borrowed office at the FBI Las Vegas Branch.
The same office, this time hosting a different visitor.
The man had dark brown short hair and wore black glasses on his nose. With broad eyebrows and a wide face, he wore a high-end black suit and had a smile that gave off a very amiable impression.
"Hello, Group Leader Greenwood."
The man was none other than Rister Krista, the currently only surviving third son of the Krista family. He reached out his hand to Luo An with a smile:
"I've heard about you from Rekasha, the dashing Group Leader Greenwood who solves cases brilliantly.
Now that I see you in person, I realize that I've underestimated you greatly."
"Hello, Mr. Rister, please take a seat."
Luo An laughed heartily, shook hands with the man, and after they exchanged a few pleasantries, Luo An steered the conversation toward the main topic:
"Mr. Rister, where were you on the night of the incident?"
"I was traveling abroad."
