He asked Sonia to help him ask Scorsese, and soon received Bella's autopsy report.
In the end, there wasn't anything strange about it.
Bella had been strangled to death, and the black man's residue was still in her body.
After being locked up for two days, the black man couldn't take it anymore, and confessed how he had killed Bella.
It was a few nights ago. He had heard the sound of an engine, and then a crash.
When he got up to check, he saw two boats colliding in the distance.
A moment later, someone on one of the boats pushed a person into the sea.
Then, the boat, which had its head broken, sailed to a simple dock, and Bella got ashore while cursing.
Bella was dressed rather skimpily, and it was a quiet night on the beach, so the black man had been tempted.
Of course, the jewelry and watches on her neck, ears, and wrists might have encouraged him.
By the time the man woke up from his madness, he realized that he had strangled Bella so that she wouldn't scream.
The black man was brainless. He simply wrapped Bella in a piece of canvas and threw her into the boat, which was in the weeds not far away from the dock.
But after two days, he realized that it wasn't going to work. He could smell the stench from afar.
So he went to find a car and prepared to take the boat and the body further away to throw it away.
It was impossible to destroy the body; he had never known what it meant to destroy a body.
The suspect wasn't stupid; there were plenty of people who were even dumber than him in real cases.
Besides, anyone with a brain wouldn't kill someone for so little money.
Bella's jewelry had only been sold for a few thousand dollars, and the black man hadn't even had the time to spend it on the shabby pickup.
Nobody was surprised by the result.
There were too many people who did stupid things when they were hot-headed, and even more who ended up in the police department. This suspect was just one of them.
After the case of Bella's murder was closed, the guy was handed over to the D.A.
The man, on the other hand, confessed what he had seen on the night of the murder, and mentioned that Bella had been cursing at the time, saying things like "go to hell" and "don't even think about stealing my husband."
With the forensics department's report, Luke and Selina were able to determine the cause of Wendy's death.
The wound on Wendy's forehead had been caused by the collision with the edge of the ship, and was therefore stained with the green paint which was painted on the ship. It was the real fatal wound.
She also had a reasonable guess about her right shoulder dislocation.
After bringing the entire boat back for inspection, the forensics team discovered that her boat had run out of fuel.
Luke and the others could easily imagine the scene.
When Wendy's boat ran out of fuel, she pulled hard on the starter rope to restart the engine.
Then Bella caught up and, out of vengeance, rammed the boat into it.
Wendy, who was pulling the rope, lost her balance. Her right hand was dislocated, and her forehead hit the edge of Bella's boat.
From that moment on, Wendy never woke up until she died.
Her lungs had not been filled with water, so she had fallen into the water after her death.
Therefore, after Bella crashed into her and found that Wendy was either unconscious or dead, she simply threw her into the sea and drove the boat ashore.
She was so proud of herself that she was targeted by the black homeless man. He robbed her, raped her, and strangled her to death.
This Bella's ending was truly ironic.
This case was no longer important, because nobody would pursue it anymore.
Luke left the follow-up of the case to Elizabeth and the others, and resumed his career as an investigator.
While investigating the case, he was also constantly organizing and collecting information.
He gradually gathered more and more intelligence on the Wolf Elsworth family, but Luke wasn't in a hurry to take action.
The Elsworth family's roots weren't just Henry, who was the face of the family.
Many members of the family from other branches had entered the oil, chemicals, finance, electronics, and other industries in California.
Henry's disappearance into the ocean along with his plane had a huge impact on the Elsworth family's influence in Los Angeles, but the Elsworth family's foundation hadn't been shaken.
The family was rich and powerful, and they were all in cahoots.
No wonder Dustin and Elsa tried everything they could to get him transferred away from the Elsworth family's case. They were really protecting him.
However, just because he didn't take action for now didn't mean that he wouldn't do anything.
Luke was gradually getting to know the family's network. When the time was right, he wouldn't mind giving them a push.
Of course, the Elsworth family had enemies, and they weren't weak either.
However, these enemies and the Elsworth family were only fighting over interests, and hadn't reached the point where they were at each other's throats.
At most, they would try to undermine each other, and then take over the government positions in Los Angeles.
Luke was right not to get involved as cannon fodder.
For such a behemoth, the life and death of a minor detective didn't matter.
Alas, it was a pity that Mr. Smith had already gone into seclusion, or he would've been able to kill all the key figures in the Elsworth family in one go.
Luke simply sighed for a moment before he immediately dropped this meaningless thought.
Mr. Smith was already a father, and he was living in seclusion with a hot 34D beauty. He had even taken a dog with him.
With a baby, a daughter, and a dog, this was pretty much the standard for a president's family. Luke couldn't keep thinking about using him as a scapegoat.
That night, Selina rested after training as usual, and Luke continued working hard.
In the wee hours of the morning, he packed up his things and left.
A few blocks away, he drove an eighty percent new black Ford sedan toward his destination.
Wolf Elsworth had been a little active recently.
News of the death of Wade Davis, a major real estate businessman from Texas, had spread like wildfire, and 3amp M Real Estate was about to close down.
Wolf, however, was still indulging in debauchery, as if he hadn't sent people to break out the prisoners and kill the police officers.
Wolf's party was held at his seaside mansion, the one with the two rare red maples at the entrance.
Luke wanted to see what Wolf was up to.
Luke got out of the car a kilometer away from the mansion, but he wasn't in a hurry to drive off. Instead, he took out a piece of equipment from the trunk — a drone!
Of course, it wasn't a high-end military product, but a small personal drone similar to the DJI in his previous life.
It was convenient, cheap, practical, and compact.
Luke released the drone and sat back down, before he connected the wireless signal to his laptop.
Looking at the mansion that was extremely clear in night vision, he chuckled.
He no longer needed to take any risks when it came to reconnaissance; a little gadget was enough to solve the problem.
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