“… There’s no match?”
“That’s right. We looked up the identities of everyone with the name Fritz Bonaham through their social insurance numbers, but none of them were plausible candidates to be Corvus.”
Jimin and Rob had checked out of their motel that next morning, and had returned to DC around noon. Jimin dropped off Rob first, who had plans to meet with someone, and headed to FBI headquarters alone.
From Heiden’s surly expression, Jimin had figured there was no good news about Bonaham, but he wasn’t expecting it to be a dead end.
“Here’s the list. You can see for yourself.”
Jimin took the document from Heiden and perused the profiles of all the Fritz Bonahams found in the United States. There were not many, given the unusual name.
Although Jimin had entertained the possibility of an oversight, Heiden’s words turned out to be true. Their ages did not match. Those who were closest in age to Corvus were twenty-three and forty-eight. Even with plastic surgery, it was a stretch.
Was Fritz Bonaham an alias, too? Or perhaps he wasn’t an American citizen. Just as Jimin was about to sag in disappointment, Heiden said something peculiar.
“That said, there’s one Bonaham who stood out to me, though he’s a far cry from Corvus. Him.”
Heiden pointed out a man who was listed as missing. Counting from his date of birth, he would be sixty-nine. What about him had caught Heiden’s attention?
“He was a former Navy SEAL, and after being discharged he was living in Colombia. He has a younger sister who testified that he’d never kept in touch much, but would always send a Christmas card. But apparently that stopped, too, twelve years ago.”
“Same name, ex-military, Colombia. Can’t be a coincidence,” Jimin remarked.
“I agree,” Heiden said. “You’d need to look into this deeper.”
He then heaved a sigh as he propped his elbows up on the desk and linked his long fingers in front of his well-shaped nose.
“What’s more problematic than Bonaham is Bill Manning. He’s a troublesome one. The Republicans have the lead in this election, which means he’s very likely to become the vice president. If Manning is involved in this case somehow, it will be a political scandal for the ages.”
“Whether Manning becomes vice president or not, it has nothing to do with our investigation, right?” Jimin said pointedly. Heiden cocked his eyebrow slightly, seemingly having taken offence.
“If only things were that simple. Was the DEA immune to political pressure? Such an upstanding, lofty organization it must be.”
“Heiden, don’t change the subject. I want to arrest Corvus with whatever it takes. The last thing I want to do is have my hands tied due to political pressure. I’m begging you – stand your ground so we can see this investigation through to the end.”
“No need to remind me. This is my case. I’ve spent all this time chasing him, and he’s finally within reach. I’m not letting go without a fight.”
Jimin was reassured by Heiden’s confident tone. At least for now, it seemed like his hatred for Corvus was greater than his career ambitions or self-preservation.
After that, Jimin and Heiden examined the information gathered from Mayer. In conclusion, Heiden said that they would zero in on the connection between Manning, General Mars, and Smith-Backs Company. In particular, Heiden asked Jimin to look into Manning’s activities before he became a Senator, and especially his social connections in Colombia.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Jimin Lennix, a former DEA investigator was arrested by a false accusation of killing his own partner. The FBI agents gave him a special deal, to look for a particular criminal hiding in the same prison. By the time he was detained in th...
