But Mohan Wald's girlfriend, in order to avoid the police, hesitates to show up and has moved to another place to hide."

"What you say is also possible." Anthony glanced at his watch, seemingly not wanting to guess blindly anymore, and joked, "It's time to play the hero and rescue our hostage."

Anthony went back to the motel front desk, showed his search warrant, and explicitly stated that he needed access to Room 207 to capture the suspect.

The motel receptionist cooperated this time, providing the spare key to Room 207.

Anthony glanced at the motel door and tossed the key aside. Motel doors are relatively thin wooden doors, which could be kicked open with one strike; unlocking would actually be slower.

FBI agents surrounded the door to Room 207 from both sides of the wall.

Anthony triple-confirmed with the front desk that there were only two people inside the room.

Moreover, the motel room was not very large, with a simple structure, only a large open area and a bathroom, making the capture relatively easy.

After considering everything, Anthony decided to proceed directly with the apprehension.

Everything was ready. A tall FBI agent went to the door and fiercely kicked it open.

With a "bang!" sound, the wooden door was kicked open.

"FBI!"

"Don't move, raise your hands."

"Show your hands, let me see them."

Accompanied by the shouts, FBI agents stormed into the motel room.

The room reeked of alcohol, with whiskey and wine bottles scattered everywhere, along with leftover pizza and fried chicken boxes.

The room had two beds, each with a young white male lying on it, both looking hungover and not quite fully awake.

The FBI agents rushed forward, pinning them on the bed and cuffing them.

"Bathroom secure!"

With that call, the FBI had completely controlled the situation inside the room, and the apprehension process went very smoothly, without encountering any resistance.

At this point, Anthony stood to the side with a grim face, showing no joy of rescuing the hostages but rather looked somewhat irritable. Such a self-directed kidnapping case had stalled his investigation progress for days. If Luke hadn't provided that detective's sketch, the FBI might still be in the dark.

Anthony was furious, feeling mocked. He walked over to the bed, staring at the shorter white male, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Little Gary Sane."

Anthony then looked at the white male on the other bed, "And you?"

"Mohan Wald."

"Why are you here?"

Little Gary Sane and Mohan Wald exchanged glances.

Little Gary Sane cleared his throat and said, "We were both not in a good mood, so we decided to meet up for a drink."

Anthony laughed, "The whole of Los Angeles knows you were kidnapped, and yet you two are the only ones who don't know?"

Little Gary Sane shook his head, "That must be some misunderstanding, we didn't watch TV and weren't kidnapped.

We just felt bad and ran away from home."

Anthony scrutinized the expression on his face, "Runaway people don't make ransom calls."

"Maybe someone pretended to be kidnappers and made the ransom calls, maybe they were scammers, did they have an Indian accent?"

Damn it, Anthony could feel this guy was lying.

Luke waved his hand, calling Anthony to the side, and whispered, "I found two pre-paid phones; it's better to interrogate them separately."

Anthony took the phones to check, confirming, "Yes, they are the numbers used by the kidnappers.

I'll interrogate Little Gary Sane.

You interrogate Mohan Wald."

"OK." Luke beckoned Mohan Wald, "Come on, let's go talk somewhere else."

Then, Luke took Mohan Wald to another motel room. This guy was only wearing boxers, which was a bit unpleasant to look at, so Luke gave him a blanket to cover himself.

"Thank you, officer."

Luke sat across from him and went straight to the point, "Tell me, what's really going on?"

"Uh... just like Little Gary Sane said earlier.

He was in a bad mood, so I accompanied him to the motel to have a few drinks and relax."

Luke casually asked, "Why was he in a bad mood?"

"Little Gary Sane graduated last year, and his father hopes he can join his real estate company. But Little Gary Sane doesn't want to go into real estate, thinking it's a sunset industry.

He'd rather start his own business in something he's passionate about."

"So he brought you to a motel to drink away his sorrows, complaining about how short-sighted and uncool his father is?"

"Pretty much."

"Fuck, even if you lie, put some thought into it. A rich second-generation kid coming to such a dump to drink away his sorrows? Do you think I'm an idiot?" Luke pointed at his chest's FBI badge,

"Do you think we're here to investigate drinking problems?

We're here to investigate a kidnapping."

"This is a misunderstanding; we just ran away from home and weren't kidnapped."

"Then why did Little Gary Sane's parents receive ransom calls, with the kidnappers demanding ten million US Dollars over the phone?"

"I don't know." Mohan Wald lowered his head.

"You don't know. I'll tell you," Luke said sharply, "We just found two pre-paid phones in the room, one of which is the number used to call the kidnappers.

You two are the kidnappers."

Mohan Wald still pretended to look innocent, "We're not kidnappers, and it's impossible to kidnap ourselves."