Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Charming Spirit

Tracy's house in Eaton Square was a safe haven.This is one of the most beautiful areas in London, with antique Georgian villas and private gardens with luxuriant flowers and trees in front of them.The nannies wore starched uniforms and walked along the gravel path pushing all kinds of baby carriages that marked the owner's status.The children played various games around.I miss Amy, Tracy thought. Tracy walked down the street.These streets are legendary ancient streets.She bought some fruits and vegetables, and went into a chemist's shop on Elizabeth Street; she was amazed by the variety of flowers on the flower stalls in front of those small shops.

Which charities Tracy should donate to and whom she should meet were arranged by Gunther Hartog.She dated rich dukes and dated poor earls, and countless proposals were made to her.She was young, beautiful, rich, and, moreover, vulnerable. "People think you're a low-hanging fruit," Gunther said, laughing. "You're doing great, Tracy. You're settled now. You've got everything you want." indeed so.She has stable deposits in various European countries, a house in London and a villa in St. Moritz.She's got everything she's ever dreamed of, except for one thing: a partner to share it all with.Tracy thought about the kind of life she could have, with a husband and a baby.Could she still live like this?She can't reveal her truth to any man, yet she can't hide her past and live in a lie forever.She played one role after another, and now she herself is not sure who she really is.But one thing is for sure, she will never be able to live the life she once lived.Nothing, Tracy thought stubbornly.There are so many people in the world who feel lonely.Gunther was right.I already have everything.

The next night she gave a cocktail party, her first since her return from Venice. "I've been waiting for this day," Gunther told her. "You're throwing the hottest party in London." Tracy said innocently, "You just have to see who my promoter is." "Who's coming to the party?" "Everyone," Tracy told him. All of them include a guest Tracy hadn't expected.She invited Baroness Howarth, a young and handsome heir to the title.When the baroness arrived, Tracy stood up to greet her.But before the words of greeting came out, Tracy froze.It was Geoff Stevens who came with the Baroness.

"Tracey, honey, I don't think you know Mr. Stevens. Jeff, this is Mrs. Tracy Whitney, mistress." Tracy said dumbly: "Hello, Mr. Stevens." Jeff held Tracy's dick for a little too long. "Mrs. Tracy Whitney?" He said. "Of course I do! I'm a friend of your husband's. We've been in India together." "What a coincidence!" exclaimed Baroness Howarth. "Strange, he never mentioned you." Tracy said coldly. "He didn't really mention it? That's surprising. Funny old chap. Pity he's got to go his own way."

"Oh, what's the matter?" asked Baroness Howarth. Tracy glared at Jeff. "It's actually nothing." "Nothing!" Jeff said reproachfully. "He was hanged in India, if I remember correctly." "Pakistan," Tracy said sullenly. "I recall that my husband did mention you. How is your wife?" Baroness Howarth looked at Jeff. "You never mentioned you were married, Jeff." "Cecily and I are divorced." Tracy smiled sweetly. "I mean Ruth." "Ah, that wife." Baroness Howarth was shocked. "Have you been married twice?"

"Once," he said unhurriedly, "Ruth and I broke off our engagement when we were little." He was about to leave. Tracy asked again: "Isn't there still a pair of twins?" Baroness Howarth exclaimed: "Twins?" "They live with their mother," Jeff told her.He glanced at Tracy. "It's a pleasure to talk to you, Mrs. Whitney, but we can't let you stand here." He took the baroness's hand and left. The next morning, Tracy ran into Jeff again at the elevator entrance of the Conch Mall.The mall is bustling with customers.Tracy came to the second floor of the mall.As she exited the elevator, she turned abruptly to Jeff and said loudly and clearly, "By the way, how on earth did you get over that moral condemnation?"

The elevator doors closed, and Jeff was squeezed among a group of strangers who had never met before. Facing their staring eyes, he really wanted to make a crack and let himself slip in. That night, as Tracy lay in bed and thought of Jeff again, she couldn't help laughing.What a charmer he is.A gangster, a likable gangster.She really couldn't figure out what his relationship with Baroness Howarth was: she knew exactly what his relationship was with Baroness Howarth.Jeff and I are the same kind of guy.Tracy thought.It was impossible for either of them to settle down.The life they're living is so exciting, so exciting, so worth it.

Her thoughts turned to what to do next.Going to the south of France this time would be another challenge, and Gunther told her that the police were after a gang.She fell asleep, a smile on her lips. Daniel Cooper reads the report given to him by Inspector Trinan in his hotel in Paris.It was four o'clock in the morning, and he had been studying these reports over and over again for hours, trying to put together these thefts and deceptions and make a clue.Some of these operations were familiar to Cooper, some were not.As Prosecutor Trinan said, the victims in these cases were notorious.The gang obviously thought they were a bunch of Robin Hoods, Cooper thought.

The report is finally finished.There are three left on the table.The top copy bears the heading BRUSSELS.Cooper opened the file and glanced at the contents of the report.Jewels worth two million dollars had disappeared from the wall safe of a Belgian stockbroker named Van Russen, who had been involved in dubious financial transactions in the past. The owner was away on vacation, and the room was empty, and——Cooper suddenly realized something, and his heartbeat quickened.He read it from the beginning again, trying to figure it out word by word.There is one obvious difference between this case and other cases: the thieves triggered the siren, and when the police arrived, a woman in a nightgown as thin as onion wings came to the door to greet her.Her hair was tucked into a nightcap and her face was slathered with cold cream.She claimed to be a guest of the Van Russen family.The police are convinced.However, when the police returned to question the owner who had left the house, the woman disappeared along with the jewels.

Cooper put down the file.Logic, logic. Inspector Trinan was growing impatient. "You're wrong. I tell you, it's impossible for a woman to commit all these crimes." "However, we have a way to find out." Daniel Cooper said. "How to check?" "We might as well use the computer to list the time and place of the same type of cases that happened recently." "It couldn't be easier, but..." "Then, I want to get the entry reports of all the American female tourists in each city at the time of the incident. She may sometimes use a fake passport, but she also has a good chance of showing her real identity."

Inspector Trinan was thoughtful. "I see your line of reasoning, sir." He carefully looked at the short man in front of him, feeling that he was secretly expecting Cooper's mistake.He is so confident. "Okay. I'll act now." The first in this string of cases was a theft, which took place in Stockholm.The report by the Swedish branch of Interpol listed American tourists who were in Stockholm during the week of the incident, and the names of the female tourists were entered into the computer.The second city is Milan.A check of the names of the American female tourists who were in Milan at the time of the theft with the records of the Stockholm case revealed fifty-five repetitions.This list was then compared with the records of the fraud in Ireland, and the recurring names were reduced to fifteen.Prosecutor Trinan handed over the computer output to Daniel Cooper. "I'll check this list against the Berlin fraud," said Prosecutor Trinan, "and then—" Daniel Cooper looked up and said, "Don't bother." The first name on the list is none other than Tracy Whitney. After grasping some specific clues, Interpol began to act.The "Notification" printed in scarlet letters expressing urgent need was distributed to member states, advising them to strengthen surveillance and precautions against Tracy Whitney. "We also used green-type telex briefings," Inspector Trinan told Cooper. "Green briefing?" "We use a color notation system. A red notice is an urgent case, blue is an inquiry about a suspect, a green briefing alerts police stations that someone is under suspicion, and black is an investigation of an unidentified person. Organize gangs. XD means a certain situation is very urgent, and a single D means urgent. Now, no matter which country Miss Whitney goes to, she will be closely monitored from the moment she enters the customs." The next day, a faxed photo of Tracy Whitney from the South Louisiana Women's Prison was sent to Interpol. Daniel Cooper hung up a phone call to Reynolds' home.The phone rang a dozen times before anyone answered. "Hey……" "I need to know something." "Is it Cooper? My Jesus, it's four o'clock in the morning. I'm sleeping..." "I want you to send me everything you know about Tracy Whitney. Newspaper clippings, videotapes—everything." "What happened?..." Cooper had hung up the phone. One day I'll kill the bastard myself, Reynolds swore through gritted teeth. In the past, Daniel Cooper was only generally interested in Tracy Whitney.Now, she has become a task for him.He pasted her picture on the wall of his small hotel room and read all the reports about her in the newspapers.He rented a video set and played over and over the clips that had been on the TV news since Tracy's sentence and release.Cooper sat in the darkened room, watching the footage hour after hour, and the initial flickering doubts in his mind finally coalesced into a firm conclusion. "You are the so-called gang, Miss Whitney." Daniel Cooper couldn't help shouting.Then he pressed the rewind button again, ready to replay the video again.